All language subtitles for indian.summers.s01e07.720p.hdtv.hevc.x265.rmteam

The Hindus play by their own rules
- we keep our noses out of it.

'It's been ten years.'

'You can't stay here
- you must see that?'

'But tonight, I want you
to finally meet your son.'

~ Why don't you make me a list?
~ I'm sorry?

Any repair work around the school,

I'll put in a word with
the board of revenue.

Will your father be
coming to the wedding?

See, right now, I'm afraid he'd
have trouble raising the funds.

Take this - it's important.

~ Sita, you promised me you'll
give that letter to my sister?
~ Yes.

You stole the evidence connecting
that terrorist with Congress.

~ What will you do?
~ I don't know.

Out! Get him out!

'Under no circumstances will
you work under a native.'

'The thief took an article
that was very dear to me.

'It was my late wife's wedding sari.'

You came! SHE SCREAMS

~ If she were to be taken away...
~ She'd only come back.

CHILDREN CHATTER

Neither death nor life,
neither angels nor demons,

neither the present nor the future,

nor any powers -

neither height nor depth,

nor anything else in all creation,

will separate us from
the word of God.

Indeed.

I know her... I mean,
I've seen her before.

~ Where?
~ A few weeks ago.

She was on the road to Huttoo Peak

and more recently at
the Viceregal Lodge.

Did anyone else see her there?

Ralph Whelan himself.

CROWD CHATTERS

Ah. Are you ready, sir?

Yes, although I'm afraid
I must apologise in advance,

~ I'm not sure I'll be much help.
~ Oh!

It was very dark, you see.
And... well, I'm guessing

Mr Raworth drank considerably
less than I did that night.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

I'm afraid I just can't
be certain. I'm sorry.

Right, I'm sorry for
wasting your time, sir.

She's been through the wars, see?

I thought these killed her,

but the Medical Officer
says they're old injuries.

Years old. Would you like to...

No, I wouldn't.

Never seen anything like
it. Probably an untouchable.

Hm.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sir...

Excuse me. I'll be back in a moment.

DOOR CLOSES

HE SOBS

No! No!

No, no!

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Absolutely gorgeous.

Funny. Where have you been?
I haven't seen you for days.

That witch has banned me
from the club, you know.

I heard. You don't believe in
making things easy for yourself.

Oh, she has it in for me.

Christ, this place.

You know... I should go home.

Because you're less likely to drink
yourself to death in Scotland?

HE CHUCKLES

Pff...

We certainly have a better
quality of poison.

Oh, did you hear? They found a
body in the river this morning.

~ Who was it?
~ I'm not sure. Some local.

You suffocate, you know.

If you drown, I mean. That's
how you actually die.

HE GROANS

How many eggs do you want?

I don't have much of an appetite.

Nonsense.

But the real question is, what
was she doing down by the river,

alone, on her wedding night?

Her wedding night?

People are saying she was wearing
a wedding dress, well... sari.

Jesus.

Dalal?

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.
This arrived from Yeravda jail.

I thought you'd want
to see it immediately.

Why didn't you show it to Mr Keane?

~ Mr Keane is rehearsing, sir.
~ Rehearsing? Oh. Of course.

Wonderful.

Where did this charitable gentleman,

charitable gentleman,

who had this first-class ticket
to this seaside resort, find you?

~ In a handbag?
~ A handbag?

Yes, Lady Bracknell.
I was in a handbag.

A somewhat large, black, leather
handbag, with handles to it -

an ordinary handbag in fact.

Your Excellency, we're almost
finished with this scene

~ and then we'll move straight to yours...
~ I'm ready now, Mr Keane.

Of course. Yes, of course.
My apologies, sir.

~ Get up!
~ So, moving on.

Could we turn to act three,
where we left off yesterday?

Cecily is the dearest, sweetest...

On the left. No, my left.

Stage right.

~ Kaiser!
~ Sahib.

Could we please make sure...

Style is often determined by
the wearing of the chin...

~ Never mind.
~ And it is worn very high...

Yes, Aunt Augusta!

No, I haven't finished. I...

~ Cecily is the dearest, prettiest...
~ We've skipped a bit.

~ .. sweetest girl in the whole world.
~ Skipped one of my bits.

And I don't care twopence
for social possibilities.

Never speak disrespectfully of
the Royal Simla Club, Algernon.

Only people who can't get in do that.

THEY LAUGH

Sorry, Cynthia. "Society."

The line is, "Never speak
disrespectfully of society."

~ You accidentally said...
~ No, I didn't accidentally say anything.

I've added a few little
bits and pieces...

~ Come again?
~ A few of my own jokes.

I think Mr Wilde has given us quite
enough jokes to be getting on with.

Well, I disagree.

It's really starting to
come together, isn't it?

~ No! My left! How many times?!
~ I suppose.

~ Shall we have some tea?
~ I should really learn my lines.

My goodness but you've
really taken to this.

I practically had to drag
her to the auditions...

Is that so?

Now look, she can't
tear herself away.

Maybe I could do with a little break.

Oh, good!

She brought you to the auditions?

Alice, why can't you
say no to that woman?

(Well, come on, then.)

Let's just have some tea.

You can't just change the script
without telling anyone.

Well, I'm telling you now. Anyway,
don't you worry about me.

Concentrate on yourself.

Dressing room! That should
be in the dressing room.

Oh. Let's take a break.

What on earth do you plan to do?

~ About what?
~ About Wooden Features.

Stop this. Eugene's fine.

Ronnie, he's awful.
He's worse than awful.

Why do you have it in for him?

I do not "have it in" for anyone.

I am simply concerned about the
production. You'll have to recast.

No chance. The first
performance is days away.

I'm not replacing anybody.

Oh, Ronnie, you will
be replacing someone.

Him or me.

Your choice.

DOOR SLAMS Excuse me.

I need to speak to Mr Rowntree.

I think you mean
Superintendent Rowntree?

They're the same person, no?

Or is this place coming
down with Rowntrees?

Can you not see the wood
for the Rowntrees?

~ You are unwell, sir?
~ Look, this is important.

It's about the body you found
in the river this morning.

So can you take me to him, please?

Who was she?

Nobody.

Nobody knows. Nobody
knows who she was.

She worked on the tea estate...

Are you sure?

I'm positive. It's definitely her.

Do you know her name?

I don't... I'm afraid
I don't remember.

I suppose there's no
reason why you should.

You weren't to know she'd
turn up dead, were you?

That's true.

It's unbelievable. I
was told she'd drowned.

~ I assumed it was an accident.
~ The shutters are stuck, sir.

Oh, just leave it.

Had she been on the tea estate long?

Not long at all. A few weeks
at most, then she left.

Well, we thought she left.

So she left suddenly?

Aye, but nobody thought that was odd.

You see, she'd broken into Ramu's
premises and stolen from him.

His wife's wedding
dress, of all things.

So we weren't expecting her
to come back. She couldn't.

Ramu Sood? The man you work for?

Work WITH. The man I work with.

I didn't realise he was married.

Neither did I. She passed
away... the wife.

So, this woman stole his
dead wife's wedding gown?

He must have been very angry.

Well, he found it upsetting.

I'm sure he did. And Mr
Sood, did he confront her?

He didn't get a chance
to. She'd gone.

Did he look for her?

Yes, but he didn't find her.
Like I said, she'd gone.

Not far. She didn't
go far, Mr McLeod.

Did you help him in his search?

No.

So when he said he didn't find
her, we only have his word for it?

Well, why would he lie?

Exactly, yes. I'm sure he
would have had no reason to.

Well, thank you, Mr McLeod.
You've been very helpful.

~ Ralph.
~ Oh, perfect timing. We're
just having a little break.

Sorry, Madeleine, I can't. Not now.

[So ideally, sir, You'd wait until
the person before you had...]

[.. completely finished
speaking and then....]

Ralph!... fancy a sneak
preview, did you?

Not exactly.

His Excellency has
just been rehearsing.

And very good he was too.

Such an honour.

Good afternoon, sir.

I've had a letter from our
friend in Yervada jail.

The hunger strike?

Which as of Sunday, will
no longer be just a threat.

"One voice for all Hindus." The
man is simply trying to keep

the untouchables in their place.
Those who think otherwise are fools.

Well, those fools are numerous.

Your play... it opens on Sunday?

You know it does.

Would you be willing to postpone?

Why?

You don't think it could
appear disrespectful?

Disrespectful? To who?
Gandhi? Oh, my God, Ralph.

It's not a British matter.

It concerns the Indians of the higher
castes and the untouchables.

We promised the untouchables representation,

we promised them a voice.

Or have you forgotten that?
Because they won't have.

Gandhi goes on hunger strike,
and that very night

all of British Simla dons its
finery and heads to the theatre?

He starves himself while
we drink and dine and laugh.

We will not involve ourselves.

Avoiding ill feeling is vital at
the moment, surely you can see that.

You postpone this play

and you will cause ill feeling
Ralph... amongst your own people.

~ It's a play.
~ It's tradition.

I'm not saying cancel...

It's not a British matter,

and changing our plans
might suggest otherwise.

They'll tear themselves
apart over this,

and we will be the stronger for it.

We keep our heads down
and we carry on.

Or rather, close our
eyes and turn our backs.

Because that's how the
untouchables will see it.

I will hear no more about it.

This discussion is over.

Is that understood?

Sir?

Why don't you follow the Viceroy
and punch him squarely in the face?

I mean, you seem so determined
to end your career,

there's absolutely no point
in dragging it out.

Jaya's dead.

What?

Dead?

The police just showed me her body.

I said I didn't know who she was.

In many ways I didn't, really.

What happened?

She was stabbed. Somebody killed her.

What else did you say?
To the police, I mean?

Nothing.

Ian McLeod was there.

What, why?

I don't know. Perhaps
he saw something.

Right.

The past always catches up with you.

That's what people say, isn't it?

Ralph, you've got to stop that, now.

You have to get a handle
on this. And quick.

Do you understand?

Everything is going to be fine.

I promise.

When you're not here, I often
catch him sitting there.

Perhaps he is pretending to be you.

What a very dull game that must be.

Poor child.

He is better off without her.

Forgive me. I shouldn't
have said that.

The police don't know
she was his mother.

I kept it from them.

I thought he could do without
their insensitive prodding.

Was that very wrong of me?

No. I would have done the same.

I mean, you've been
doing so much lately.

You know, you're carrying this
place on your shoulders, Leena.

That isn't true.

What is it?

It's from the board of revenue.

They have been more generous
than I expected. Much more.

Yes. And it seems we have Ralph
Whelan to thank for it.

This is a godsend.

This is food, and clothing, medicine
and books, new books, Dougie.

Yes.

We certainly can't afford
to turn it down.

Why would we?

I don't... no... I don't know...

I'm sorry I'm late. The stupid play.

It's ridiculous.

Am I interrupting?

~ No. Come in.
~ Your brother has thrown us

the lifeline we so desperately
needed, Miss Whelan.

~ Ralph sent this?
~ Yes.

He's taken quite an interest
in the school of late.

I see.

MAN SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

You are no good...

Pleasure as always, Prakash.

You dare to show your face, then?

Or perhaps you weren't expecting
me. Perhaps you thought

~ they'd already dragged me away?
~ What's happening?

You should know better than I
do. It's your story after all?

You went to the police. You
told them I killed that woman.

I didn't! Of course I didn't.

Who said that?

~ They did.
~ They've been here?

Oh, they've been here all right.
They've been in here with me,

they've been in the fields
with my workers.

"Does Mr Sood have a temper?
Do you fear Mr Sood?"

They work quickly when they want to.

You know I could hang for this?

No, Ramu, listen, I told
them she worked here,

and they asked why she left.

That's it. That's all.

I was trying to help.

You are either very stupid Mr
McLeod or very, very clever...

What?

Things would be a lot easier for
you here if I were to disappear, no?

Have you actually gone mad?

Ramu, this is what happened,

the police spoke to
you... then they left.

You're overreacting.
They didn't arrest you.

~ They will.
~ They have no evidence.

~ They'll find it.
~ What are you talking about?

You had nothing to do
with that woman's death.

I'm glad you think so McLeod.

I will always remember that...
and take that with me.

The worst thing an innocent
man can do is run.

This makes no sense to me.

Of course it doesn't. How could it?

How could you possibly understand?

Well, they're searching for Ramu
Sood as we speak, apparently.

According to Stella, Mr
McLeod suspected Sood of

being involved, and he came forward.

Thank God. I always said
he was a decent sort.

I've asked Rowntree to release
Jaya's body for cremation...

Good idea. The sooner
that happens the better.

The last thing we need is someone
else recognising her,

and asking more questions.

I did it because it was proper.

Because it was fitting.

I loved her once.

Ralph, you have to
forget about that now.

You have to forget about her.

I know you only ever
wanted to protect me.

~ Yes, and I always will.
~ And I know what you thought of Jaya.

But that's all in the past.

When she turned up again, do you
know what scared me the most?

I realised how stupid
I'd been back then.

I could have lost everything
because of her.

I think, at one stage,
I was prepared to.

You hated her for that, didn't you?

SHE LAUGHS What is it?

You think I killed her, don't you?

No, I...

Why are you laughing?

Because I'm glad. I'm
glad you think that.

You're glad?

Oh, God, Ralph.

I have been so worried.

I feared the worst.

But if you think I killed
Jaya, it means you didn't.

You didn't.

I know why you're doing this.

It's pathetic, Cynthia.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Since I told you about my family's
financial situation,

you've had very little
time for me, Cynthia.

Is that why you don't
want me in the play?

Because I'm broke?

I don't want you in the play
because you can't act, Eugene.

Do you see? You're bad.

You are very, very bad.

You know what, Cynthia?

You're not so great yourself!

For you.

From whom?

Mr Whelan.

Sergeant Singh...

I'm afraid Mr Whelan's
out at the moment.

I can take a message for
him, though, if you'd like.

~ I don't wish to speak to Mr Whelan.
~ Oh...

Well, who do you wish to speak to?

You, Mr Dalal.

And how can I help you?

Choose a hand.

~ I'm sorry?
~ Choose a hand.

Er...

Bad luck.

Had you had chosen this one...

.. you would have won the prize.

I don't...

What is that?

You don't know? Strange.

It was hidden in a little
box at your father's house.

If you didn't put it there,
who did, I wonder?

Your father, perhaps? That
must be quite a worry for you.

Stealing evidence. Punishment
for such a crime is severe.

And I understand he is not very well.

You leave my father alone!

Please, Mr Dalal. It was not
my intention to distress you.

I shall leave.

But we will speak again.

Come in. Come in. Sit down.

I must admit your invitation was
the last thing I was expecting.

Look...

.. I'm not often wrong.

But when I am wrong...

Well, I never, ever say I'm wrong.

I see.

And what have you not
been wrong about?

You.

The truth is, the woman
they found in the river...

Oh, I haven't been able to stop thinking
about the unfortunate soul.

It's very, very difficult

to make sense of something
like this when it happens.

So, when the police caught that
man, if you can call him a man,

so quickly...

.. well, it gave me
some small comfort.

~ Cynthia...
~ And I believe they had no idea
who they should be looking for,

until they spoke to you, Mr McLeod.

I really don't deserve
any praise for that.

~ Why not?
~ Because it wasn't my intention.

This story's taken
on a life of its own.

I didn't arrive at the police station

and loudly proclaim Ramu's guilt.

I just answered their questions.

I didn't, for a second, think
that Ramu was connected

to that girl's death.

I'm still having trouble
believing it.

But why did he run?

Why did he confess?

~ He confessed?
~ Oh, yeah.

Which is something, I suppose.

I guess he thought he'd
got away with it once.

He wasn't going to get
away with it again.

Like your poor uncle.

I mean, he'd still be alive
if it wasn't for that animal.

I don't want you to forget that.

He confessed?

Whatever your intention...

.. you did the right thing.

And I would like it if
we could start over.

Does that mean I'd
be welcome back here?

Of course!

And can I drink too much
and shout abuse at people?

I fully insist upon it!

Well, then, that's this
afternoon sorted, eh?

Unless I could make
you a better offer...

If you're game, that is.

It is very painful for
me to speak the truth.

It's the first time in my life

I have been reduced to
such a painful position.

I have no brother, Ernest.

I have no brother at all.

I have never had a
brother in my life.

I have never had a brother in my life

and I certainly have not
the smallest intention

of having one in the future.

Great. Let's stop there for a moment.

That was wonderful,
Sarah. Just wonderful.

Very funny stuff.

Well done, you.

No need to go overboard.

~ Cynthia, could you please
stop eating the props.
~ Sorry.

You really think you'll be able
to learn all this on time?

Of course he can.

~ The whole thing's already in
better shape because of you.
~ Oh, come now.

No, I mean it. I don't know what
we would have done without you.

You must come to the
club for your dinner.

There's no need.

No! No, I insist.

And I'll invite the others, as
well. Welcome you back properly.

Where the hell is Alice?

BABY CRIES

I'm so late.

Sssh... It's all right.

Please, ma'am...

All right.

This stupid play.

He's tired, ma'am,
that's all. You go.

I'll be back soon, sweetheart.

BABY CONTINUES TO CRY

My God! You made me jump!

What are you doing here?

How could I have been such a fool?

You told the police about the note,

about what I did. You told them.

What?

Aafrin, stop this. Let me go.

Have you any idea what you've done?

~ I haven't done anything.
~ You told them. Don't lie to me.

~ I haven't said anything, to anybody.
~ How else would they know?

I wasn't the only person
who helped you that night,

as far as I remember.

You're suggesting Sita betrayed me?

The woman I love?

The woman I intend to marry?

I trust Sita with my life.

Whereas, I am not to be trusted?

No, you are not.

How dare you.

You're just like the rest of them.

Of course, in those days, I wasn't
directing. I was acting.

Oh, I hadn't realised you'd
tread the boards, Mr Keane.

Many times. I can't even remember
all the roles I've played.

Oberon, A Midsummer Night's Dream.

~ I was Benedick in Much Ado. That was good.
~ Oh!

That was a good one.

Petruchio, Taming Of The Shrew...

The police have closed off the land
around Ramu's house, apparently.

Is that so?

It's true. I tried to
come that way tonight.

Well, that's where he
did it, then, isn't it?

He killed the poor girl
in his own back yard,

then dumped her body in the river.

It's all so grim...

You seem to have a morbid fascination

with the details, Cynthia.

He did it. We need know
nothing beyond that.

Where it happened isn't important.

I don't have a morbid fascination.

I'm not so sure...

I think where it happened
could be very important.

Why do you say that?

The night this here
girl was murdered,

I'd been at Ramu's bungalow.

And when I walked home that
way, I heard a noise...

.. a scream.

I didn't know what it was
at the time, but now...

.. I think I do.

You think you heard the murder?

And the thing is...

.. I looked back at the bungalow
and he, Ramu, was on his porch.

I saw him. I waved at him.

Had you been drinking
that night, Mr McLeod?

I'm not judging you.

I enjoy a drink myself.

And when I've over-indulged...

.. I hear things sometimes.

Christ, I even see things sometimes.

Mr McLeod, if you weigh up your
drunken, retrospective insights

against the very real evidence
gathered by the police,

you'll find they have
little substance.

Don't waste anyone's time on this.

Look at this face. The concentration.

~ It's only a card game, love.
~ Hm!

Cynthia, what came after King Lear?

We do not speak of Lear.

Have you ever performed
in a play, Ralph?

Do you know me at all, Madeleine?

He'd make a good Romeo,
don't you think?

I mean, he'd certainly
fill out a pair of tights.

So dull.

I'll eat at home.

Excuse me.

It starts at half past
seven, the play.

~ You will remember, won't you?
~ Of course.

~ You've written it down?
~ I've written it down.

It's just, I don't
want you to miss it.

Well, I don't want
Matthew to miss it.

It might be fun for him,
seeing me up there.

I'm sure he'll love it.

Ronnie says I'm a natural.

Well, I'd better turn in. I've
got that funeral at dawn.

Whose funeral?

Sorry, cremation.

The woman that the children
from the school discovered.

Oh, you mean the Indian...

Ah! There it is.

Yes.

~ Good night, Sarah.
~ Night.

CHANTS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE

Thank you for coming.

You don't need to thank me.

I'm glad you decided to bring them.

It's important they
know she is at peace.

I just hope it helps.

They've all been having trouble
sleeping, especially Ruth.

I didn't realise little
Adam had been with them.

~ He wasn't.
~ Then, why is he here?

You don't know? Douglas
hasn't told you?

Told me what?

She was Adam's mother.

Stop!

(It's all right.)

I cannot believe you are
even considering going.

Child, he can't just ignore

an invitation from
the Private Secretary.

Oh, of course. He must stay on side.

Nothing must affect Aafrin's
precious position.

That's quite enough, Sooni.

Can't you see you are being used?

He parades a few of his little
Indian pets and says,

"Look, we are including you. Aren't
we nice? Aren't you lucky?"

I am nobody's pet.

If we let them divide
us, then they win.

It is how they have always won.

Gandhi wants us to be united, as one.

And you will sit among them while
he starves for that cause?

It is not that simple!

Now, stop it, both of you.

Can't you see how it's
upsetting your father?

Huh?

Sooni...

Please, I don't want
to argue with you.

It's too late for that.

I need to talk to you.

Do you remember, some time
ago, I asked you about a note?

A note you received from Sita.

~ Are you going to that play tonight?
~ Sooni, this is important.

So is this. Are you going?

~ I must.
~ Then I have nothing to say to you.

Sooni...!

RADIO: His fast, which
aims to highlight

the treatment of the
Untouchables, began today.

Speaking from his prison cell at...

~ Are you excited?
~ I could barely sleep last night.

I hope I don't forget my lines,
or fall over, or both!

Really, how depressing.

Let's see if we can
find some music...

SHE CHANGES THE RADIO CHANNEL

I'm sorry to leave so abruptly,

but if I don't collect Matthew
now we'll be late for the play...

~ Can I ask you something?
~ Yeah, of course.

I assumed you would have told Miss
Whelan who Adam's mother was.

It didn't occur to me.

And you didn't tell the police.

I was worried that they'd
question him, upset him.

I have explained this to you.

Why don't you want people to know?

You're scared for him, aren't you?

But not because of his mother.

This has nothing to do
with who his mother was.

~ This is about his father.
~ Leena, please...

This is about who his father is.

That night you saw them
at Viceregal Lodge,

she was taking him to see
Ralph Whelan, wasn't she?

You shouldn't say such things.

It's what you believe. I know it is.

What happened?

This is what a confession
looks like, Mr McLeod.

Well?

He's still not here.

Oh...!

He wouldn't, would he?

He might.

I'll kill him!

What are we going to do?

Beg Eugene to come back?

I'll kill myself!

~ Let's give it five more minutes.
~ Oh...!

He's still not here!

Do you think I did it?

Do you think I killed her?

No.

But it felt like you were trying
to convince me otherwise.

You ran, Ramu.

You told me they'd find evidence.

When they arrest a man like
you, they look for evidence.

If they can't find it, you walk free.

When they arrest a man like me...

.. if they can't find it...

.. they simply invent it.

GENTLE JAZZ MUSIC

Aafrin...! People can see.

Nobody knows us here.

Anyway, they probably
all think we're married.

So, tonight, we are man and wife?

It will be good practice, hm?

What do you think?

You are aware the character
is meant to be 29 years old?

What, has he had a hard
life in our version?

Willingdon's older than me.

Yes, but he's the Viceroy of India!

I'm the only one who knows the lines,
Cynthia, so I'll have to do.

I hate Ian McLeod with
a bloody vengeance!

Oh, come on, crack a smile.

It'll be just like old times.

Come on, then...

~ Let's get on and do this.
~ That's more like it!

And then, let's track down Ian
McLeod and break both his legs!

Did you hear what
I was playing, Lane?

I think I'm beginning to understand.

I refused to lie down.

I dared to stand up to
them as their equal.

And that...

.. that, Mr McLeod,
was my real crime.

And I knew that, one day...

.. one day...

.. I would be punished for it.

This place is despicable.

We are all given a part
that we must play.

We all have levels that...

.. we cannot move beyond.

It's really very simple.

Keep your head down.

Don't question anything,

don't challenge anything.

Play your part, Ian.

It's the only way to survive.

Are your parents living?

I have lost both my parents.

To lose one parent, Mr Worthing,

may be regarded as a misfortune.

To lose both looks like carelessness!

Yes?

~ Ah, Mr McLeod. So, you've seen him, then?
~ I did.

Good. You can content
yourself now, I hope.

He looks like he's wearing
his face inside out.

Oh, yes. Yes. Incident with
another prisoner, I believe.

~ Unfortunate.
~ Really?

~ Mr McLeod, I'm in a hurry. Could we...
~ He didn't do it.

I understand that this is
difficult for you to accept...

No, it's fact. He didn't do it.

He couldn't have done it.

He has an alibi.

Don't interfere in this
matter, Mr McLeod.

You won't be thanked
for it. Trust me.

I know I won't.

But I can't just keep my head
down and carry on. I won't.

He has an alibi.

And I'm it.

I hope it did not end happily?

I don't like novels that end happily.

They depress me so much.

The good ended happily
and the bad unhappily.

That is what fiction means.

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

I've got some news for you.

Ramu Sood, I'm charging
you with murder.

Bravo!

CHEERING

I need to ask you a very
important question.

Did your mother ever talk
to you about your father?

Many times.

Did she tell you who he is?

Yes.

What is his name?

(Rakshas.)

You don't have to send
for me, Mr Whelan.

I've saved you the trouble.

Leave us.

It's disappointing, Ian.
I can't lie to you.

Telling the truth?

Giving an innocent man
an alibi is disappointing?

Because he is innocent, Ralph.

Ramu didn't kill that woman.

I feel sorry for you. Really, I do.

You don't have any idea
what you've just done.

He didn't do it.

I know he didn't.

It doesn't matter.

How could it possibly not matter?

Innocent or not,

people won't understand you
defending a man like that.

It's not done.

You're alone now.

Adrift.

I always was.

I've never been one of you, Ralph.

Well, you'll find you're certainly
not one of them, either.

Those doors will open in a moment.

I wouldn't let anyone see you here.

I'm afraid they won't
make you welcome.

Not any more.

Vinod Mukesh, advocate.

I can defend myself.

Against a top-notch Britisher?

You'll be eaten alive.

The prosecution will tear you apart.

Is that what you want
to be? A failure?

An embarrassment to your family?

Go home and stay home.

Whatever you do, avoid the mission.

She brought Adam to Simla
to meet his father.

Doesn't someone need to know
that before this trial is over?

Our job is to take care of him.

~ Do you know who the father is?
~ Enough!

They were actually
starting to like me.

Please, don't...

Forgive me.

Better that I keep quiet,
sit back and watch,

while an innocent man goes down?

Are you lying, Mr McLeod?

Do you think Sood did it?

Oh, Ralph, don't look so worried.
I'm not going anywhere.

Maybe that's my fear.