All language subtitles for Episode 01.03

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(phone ringing)

Thank you.

(knocking)

RALPH:
Enter!

(door opens)

Mr. Dalal.

RALPH: I must say, you
look in fine fettle

for a man who took
a bullet to the chest.

Thank you, sir.

I am much recovered.

Look, you've probably
not had time

to think about
very much,

let alone your career.

Sir?

But sometimes
a watershed moment

can lead to reflection.

And I found myself this morning
wondering if you'd ever had

any interest

in joining the higher
ranks of the Civil Service.

You'd need to pass
some exams, I'm afraid,

and the hours
can be penitential.

But I want you
to ask yourself a question:

"In a few years' time,

what do I want to be?"

Magistrate?

District Controller?

Obviously, if you're
happy as you are...

No, sir!

In fact, I began to study
for the examinations,

but I had to withdraw.

There were certain personal
financial reasons.

That's a pity.

But timing, as we both know,
is everything.

Head Clerk?

That's right.

RALPH".
Just for now, you see.

To tide you over until
after the ICS exams.

All of the preparations
would be paid for.

I'm sure you need some
time to mull it over,

but I think it makes sense.

I would personally
consider it

a great privilege
to have you here.

My name is Nalini Ayer.

And I wish to ask,
do you wish to be free?

When is it enough
that you can truly say,

"This is what it means
to be free"?

The "Something is
better than nothing"

school of enfranchisement.

That is more dangerous

than no enfranchisement
at all.

"Take this for now
and we will talk

about the rest later."

That is how you
coax a child

into doing your will.

It is not
how you engage

with a people.

A nation.

(crowd cheers)

Jai Hind!

CROWD (chanting):
Jai Hind!

Jai Hind!

Mr. McLeod?

Ramu Sood.

I was wondering
if you've had

an opportunity
to take a look

at the letter
I sent to your uncle.

Yes I have, Mr. Sood,
but I'm afraid...

Then you'll know that
the monies he owes me

are now two weeks overdue.

If that is the case,

it's a matter for him.

Excuse me.

Believe me,
I have tried many times

to discuss it
with Mr. Armitage,

but he's
extremely difficult

to get a hold of.

Nonsense.

He can be found
at the Club

on any given day.
Indeed.

But that really doesn't help me.

Why not?

There's the problem
of access

(whistle blows)
to the Club, Mr. McLeod.

SINGH:
Off the Mall.

Specifically my access.

Which is why
I was hoping

to discuss the
matter with you.

No, it's all right,
we were having a chat.

Indians may not use the Mall
before sundown, which I'm sure

you, Mr. Sood, very well know.

Mr. McLeod.

Good day, sir.

Good day.

(snoring)

CYNTHIA: Thank God this
is only once a year.

Come on, let's get on with it.

So, 150 fruit scones,

150 plain scones,
150 rounds of sandwiches.

All in time
for the Sipi Fair.

The challenge of recreating
afternoon tea at Claridges,

only serving it
in the Himalayas.

(baby crying)

(giving orders in Hindi)

Baby's first fair.

Gosh, you made
me jump.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, I was just saying, I hope
you're preparing him for Sipi.

All the fun of the fair.

Oh, I think he's too young for
all of that just yet, don't you?

I'm so sorry.

It's nice to see you, but I'm
actually on my way out.

Always in a rush when you expect
to be told something

you don't want to hear.

Even when you
were a little girl.

I beg your pardon?

I just wanted to see
if you were all right.

I'm fine.

Why do you ask?

Well, you might not
have heard yet,

but there's to be an inquest
into the shooting.

And you'll be asked to give
a witness statement.

That doesn't sound
too onerous, does it?

Am I missing something?

Well, it's just a shame,
dredging it all up again.

It was all so sudden,
wasn't it?

And, well, in your position,
I wouldn't remember a thing.

I'm sorry.

What was it you wanted to talk
to me about?

Come on, Percy.

Let's go, darling.

Oh, here we go.

Oh, my goodness,
what wonderful news!

Unbelievable!

It's like a dream.

Congratulations!

Everything is
paid for, everything.

I will be joining the
ranks of the heaven born!

It's wonderful.

Where is Sooni?

I sent her to do
something for me.

I sent her to buy sweets.

You!

I have to go.

New life begins
this afternoon.

Yes, yes, yes!

Go, go.

So proud of you!

This is it,
this is it.

This is what?

This is it in action--

the British sense
of fair play.

(laughing)

We seek self-rule.

Instead, we get
a tea party

in the grounds
of a building...

Sooni.

What are you doing here?

You should
be at school!

Seeing what you
were up to.

You shouldn't be here!

He emerges.

What is it, Ronnie?

Inspector Rowntree
is hereto see you.

Large crowd at the
bazaar this morning.

Oh?

Some Congress firebrand
stirring things up.

No doubt timing her visit
to coincide with the fair.

(sighs):
Right.

Bit severe, is it not?

I would recommend it, sir.

After what they tried
to do to you,

I'd say we can't
be too careful.

Very well.

We don't want to disturb
the Viceroy in London.

Probably is best if things
are kept under control.

This is Simla, not
Bengal, after all.

Very good.

Thank you.

Thank you.

We have no cups.

No, not no cups.

We have some cups, but
not enough for one per child,

which is a mystery,
as we always have before.

There are many things
that children can share

but they cannot at the same time
drink from the same cup.

ALICE:
Thank you.

Miss Whelan!

Oh, it's Alice,
please!

Alice.

Yeah, Alice, then.

This is Leena.

She works
with the children.

Pleased to meet you.

I think we met,
but without actually

being introduced,

on the train.

I'm so sorry.

Have I muddled the day?

No, not at all.

We said Wednesday,
didn't we?

And Wednesday it is.

Miss Whelan,

Alice, very kindly offered
to come and volunteer.

I hope you don't mind
if Leena shows you around.

I have to pop out
for a spell.

(crowd shouting)

NALINI AYER:
We will not live off crumbs

from an Englishman's table!

We will not go hungry
in our own land.

Hindu, Sikh, Muslim...

Sooni, we should
go now.

Be quiet. No there
are police here.

Really, there are
police here.

NALINI AYER:
We are all one India.

We are all one Bharat.

Jai Hind!

Jai Hind!

Jai Hind!

No!

You can't do that!

SHAMSHAD:
Sooni, come on!

Come with me!
You are under arrest!

What are you doing?

Leave her-- she's a child.

She's a child!

Shamshad! Shamshad!

Soon“.

Do not give the police
what they want!

Go home, Shamshad,
go home!

Soon“.

Leave her alone!

(men laughing)

Oh, my God, what is going on?

He has vertigo.

From a horse?

What fool gets
vertigo on a horse?

Come on, come on, trot on.

Sit up!

Trot on, trot on, trot on.

Well, I daresay
you'll all three

need a stiff drink
after this.

Why not call
into mine, Mr. Dalal?

Tomorrow, for drinks?

Thank you, sir.

Excellent.

Cheerio, Captain.

Keep up the good work.

Sit up.

Are these all
the books you have?

The books are
Mr. Raworth's.

If you think they are
somehow unsuitable

you can take it up
with him.

I only wondered
if they might not enjoy

something a bit
closer to home,

with landscape that's
more familiar to them.

The Mahabarata, perhaps,
or Tipu Sultan?

(sighs)

Goodbye.

I think I'll
walk home.

Miss Whelan?

If you wouldn't
mind some company,

I'd be happy to walk
part of the way with you.

Thank you.

(spade digging in dirt)

Sarah?

What's wrong?

You ill?

No, I'm not ill.

Where's Matthew?

Tidying his bedroom
in the hope that

it'll earn him a day
at that ghastly fair.

You look queer.

You're acting queer.

For a while now
I've been behaving

in a manner that,

putting it charitably,

can't be described
as Christian.

I wanted to tell you,

because I wanted
to put things right.

I was afraid you'd had
some bad news from home.

I thought it might be
your mother or your father.

Your mother, because
she hasn't been well

over the winter.

My mother's fine.

Or your brothers.

There's so many of them,

I can't remember
who's in the army.

Well, not really, but who's
doing what and where.

It could be
any of them.

That's the fear,
isn't it?

That's the trouble,
living so far away

(crying): from
everything and everyone.

(sobbing)

There'll be
no more.

Say something!

What does it mean?

It means many things.

It means I'm going to
have to stop daydreaming

and apply myself to the role
of a serious young man.

It means I hope
they sit me behind

someone very clever
at the examination

so I can take a peek
at what he's doing.

Aafrin.

It means I am being
given an opportunity

that is thrilling.

That is daunting.

That is ridiculous.

What does it mean for us?

Ah, you see,
that is the best part.

For us it means freedom.

Because I will become
a covenanted civilian,

and a covenanted civilian
can fashion any future

for himself he likes.

Ah!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That's what I remember the most
from being a child here--

that spicy smell of pine trees
and deodars

at exactly this time.

You were a child here?

I was born here.

I left aged eight,
never to return.

And everything
is different?

Gosh, no.

Everything's the same.

What were you expecting?

I don't know.

Whatever you imagine

always disappears,
doesn't it,

the instant you're
faced with the reality?

Tell me, where do
the children come from?

Most are left
with the church

as babies, and the church

brings them to us.

They're orphans?

And so no place.

No family.

(laughter nearby)

Look.

Who are they?

I don't know.

But I see her here,
waiting.

Waiting,
always waiting.

Whatever for?

For him.

They are not able
to be together,

so this is where
they hide.

(amorous moaning
from upstairs)

(slams book shut)

I'm going to the Club for a peg.

(lovers' moans intensify)

Make that

two pegs.

Do you mind?

More than two, less than ten,
if I get out of here now.

So to pass the exam I have to be
able to clear a five-bar gate.

Have you ever seen
a five-bar gate in India?

Let alone a civil servant
leaping over it on horseback?

This is how it is.

One thing is given to you,
and another one is taken away.

And it's all her fault.

She's so selfish.

And on this day
of all days.

Where have you been?

At work.

Where is Sooni?

Hello?

Hello?

NALINI:
They won't let you out for that.

They expect you to go
in the corner.

This is your first time
in prison?

I'm afraid such petty
restrictions are something

you will become
very familiar with

if you pursue
this path.

(peeing)

My sister was with me today.

She is only 14.

I don't know what
happened to her.

She will have run away.

Younger sisters are
very good at staying

out of trouble.

It is always us,
the older ones,

who get the blame.

It is never the conditions
that are difficult.

It is how your actions
affect other people.

Your family.

When you go to prison,
you take them with you.

Mummy is crying still.

Are you going to ask
your friend for help?

What friend?

The Private
Secretary.

Sham, we are not friends.

Then why is he inviting you
to his house for dinner?

It's not dinner.

It's drinks.

I have to go.

It's not fair.

You know, it was just
someone speaking.

No one was doing
anything wrong.

If you ask him,
if he's a good man,

he will help.

I'm sorry, I'm a little late.

Not at all,
not at all.

What can I get you?

A club soda,
thank you.

Very glad to see you.

I feared yesterday's
exertions might have

had you on your back.

Had you made me
ride here, sir,

they may well have.

(chuckles)

I'm terribly sorry
to raise this with you,

but I'm afraid something
unexpected has happened

to my family, and I hope
it's not remiss of me

to seek your advice.

Not at all.

There was an incident
yesterday at the bazaar.

My sister Sooni,
she was arrested

during some to-do there.

She is not herself
political, but evidently

she has a knack
for being

in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

And I must say it makes
me very uncomfortable

to take such a liberty,

but I was wondering
if you might be able

to help us secure
Sooni's safe return.

Sooni Dalal?

That's right.

Well, I'll certainly
see what I can do.

You'll be an ICS man
soon, and you'll find

we all pitch in
and help one another.

ALICE: There aren't
guests, are there, Bhupi?

Ralph didn't...

Alice.

This is Mr. Dalal.

Mr. Dalal, this is
my sister,

Alice Whelan.

A pleasure to meet you
in such different circumstances.

Shall we sit, please?

How are you feeling?

Are you fully recovered?

Greatly recovered.

Thank you.

Sorry to burst in like that.

I had no idea that
you had a guest.

Your timing's ideal.

We were just celebrating

Mr. Dalal's return to health

and his first day
on a new billet.

Mr. Dalal is moving up
to work with me

at Viceregal Lodge.

"Courage is the first
of human qualities

because it is the quality
which guarantees the others."

Favourite saying
of Mr. Longmuir,

my house-master.

Aristotle, of course,
went uncredited.

(chuckling)

Bloody Longmuir.

King of the unattributed quote.

In any case,
it's a new start.

Though I don't suppose
it'll feel entirely behind you

until after the inquest.

Nothing to worry about.

I don't recall much
myself, if I'm honest.

"You British devil."

That's what I remember
him shouting

as he came towards me.

Typical revolutionary talk.

"You British devil."

CHANDRU MOHAN".
Ralph Whelan.

Ralphie-sah!

Rakshas!

Rakshas!

Any advance on that?

I'm afraid I'm very much
the same.

Hmm.

What about you, Alice?

We ought not to dwell.

RALPH: Mr. Dalal is a wicked
caricaturist, you see.

So I thought it wise
to nurture

his artistic talent
for good rather than ill.

I've asked a great friend
of ours to sit for you.

Madeleine, this is
Mr. Aafrin Dalal.

MADELEINE:
Hello.

RALPH: And perhaps later,
if there's time...

ALICE: I'm afraid I can't stay.

Terribly tired.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Dalal.

Good afternoon.

Well, shall we begin?

(clock chiming)

Ralph.

Alice.

You startled me.

I thought you were...
What?

ALICE:
A little flower?

To be bent and shaped

by your will?

Shh, keep your voice down.

Siblings.

Gene and I fight
like that all the time.

What's the matter
with you?

You'd like me
to lie under oath.

A man tried to kill you,
we know not why.

Presumably you do.

And now Mr. Dalal and I
are required to help you

cover something up.

Alice, this is a dangerous
misunderstanding.

Is it?

Then I'd better be clear.

In response to your need
to have me perjure myself

in concert with Mr. Dalal,

the answer is no, Ralph.

Unequivocally no.

CYNTHIA:
Ladies and gentlemen.

Members and guests.

Welcome to our little club,

and welcome to the Sipi Fair.

What a wonderful
thing it is

to be able
to take pleasure

in each other's cultures

and delight in each
other's company.

Kaiser, kindly remove those men.

If only for one short afternoon.

Please enjoy everything
our little Club has to offer,

and do make yourselves at home.

Thank you.

(applause)

No entry into
the interior.

I've double locked
the doors, miss.

And if any of them trample the
flowers they're straight out.

Hello!

Come on, Matthew,
it's your turn.

I don't want to play this.

Well, choose
another, then.

I don't want to play anything.

I want to go to the fair.

Daddy said he'd take me.

Well, he
shouldn't have.

He had no business
promising anything

to anyone, because
he isn't here.

Sit up straight,
Matthew.

All right, go and
get your shoes on.

(keys jangling)

(shouting a command)

(gasps)

Aafrin.

I couldn't
come yesterday.

I had to wait
for things to play out.

What do you mean?

I spoke with the
Private Secretary.

I'm hoping he'll
get you out.

Don't worry.

It was easier
than it sounds.

I work for him now.

You are ashamed of me?

When it's you
who's in jail,

you who's associating
with violent criminals?

They are not violent.

We are not violent.

Not violent?

Look-- look at this.

Aafrin, stop it!

It wasn't a Congress
member who shot you.

That man with the gun had
nothing to do with the party.

He's from Madras, okay?

No one from the party there
has ever heard of him,

and there's no record
of his membership.

Do you think this
is why I come here?

To enter into some naive
political discussion with you?

Naive?

You think it is me
who is being naive?

Listen to me.

This is British
propaganda.

You are British propaganda.

The gunman is being
used to smear Congress.

And you, you are
being used, too.

No, please, leave her!

Wake up, Aafrin.

Wake up and look
at yourself.

Look at the role
you've been cast in.

Marvellous Mr. Dalal
who threw himself

into the path of a bullet.

Esteemed servant
of the Empire.

Loyal Indian of the Hills.

Sooni, I will get you out,
I promise!

Mr. Dalal?

Oh, Miss Whelan.

I wanted to say
thank you

for risking your neck
for my undeserving brother.

Don't worry, I shan't
be asking you to do it again.

Well, thank God
for that.

How does it feel,
back at the spot?

I'm certainly glad
to be breathing.

I expect you can't
remember much about it.

Very little.

Yes, the shock,
I imagine.

I heard your disagreement
with your brother.

Oh, my, I see.

At the house?

Oh, Christ, yes,
I'm sorry about that.

What a family.

There's no need
to apologize.

I have two sisters,
and I must say,

when they disagree with me,
which they do frequently,

they are a whole lot
louder than that.

And I suppose you're
the picture of patience?

Naturally.

How sickening,
your poor sisters

having to put up with
a saint for a brother.

I'm not quite
a saint.

(Speaking Hindi)

Here, please, for you.

What's this?

For your assistance
when I was hurt.

My mother was
very grateful.

I did what anyone would.

Enjoy the fair,
Miss Whelan.

WOMAN:
And the winning weight is

five pounds and 11 ounces.

Five pound 11!

That's what I put!

Oh, come on.

Yes, bravo to me!

Box it up, Mrs. T!

I don't know
why I bother.

He always wins,
every year.

It's a wonderful spread.

Oh, thank you
very much.

Headache?

Ever so slight.

Mr. Markham, I didn't
know you were up.

Well, it'll all
be over soon.

All in hand
for the inquest?

All in hand.

Because I must say,
Alice was a little

brusque when we spoke.

When did you
speak to Alice?

I just tried
to grab her

for a quick chat
about things, you know,

but she was too pressed
even for that.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Hello.

RONNIE:
I say, old love,

I didn't know
the Whelan family

had branched out
to Good Works.

Yes, she told us all about it
this morning.

Well, as long as
you're happy with it,

old love.

Little savages.

What are they?

Fully native or...

Bit of both,
I think.

RONNIE:
You can't tell.

I suppose
the black half

tends to overwhelm, yes?

Pity.

And it's
spinning!

Go on, pick one.

What have you got?

You've won the teddy bear!

Well, it's nice seeing them
have a bit of fun.

Would you excuse me?

ALICE: Well, what do
we do next, coconuts?

Coconuts?

Yes!

Mr. Raworth.

There, there.

Now, I know it's loud.

I know.

But it's only people
enjoying themselves, okay?

We were wondering

where you were, him and I.

It's been hard.

Those are my shoes!

What did I say
about running off?

What did I say as soon
as we left the house?

(spanks)

Matthew!

I'll go fetch him back.

I won't be
taken for a fool.

If that's what
you think is happening,

which I've no doubt
you do,

then you're very
much mistaken.

I know exactly what's
been going on, exactly.

And I also know that whatever
has been is no longer.

I think you'll find
that whatever you chance

to offer Douglas in the future
will not be welcome.

Yes!

ALICE:
Two!

Alice.

Ralphie.

Forgive me.

You must do and say
as you like.

Thank you.

Good.

Well, come on, hand them over.

Who's next?

CHILDREN:
Me!

One, and two, and...

Who is that boy?

Adam.

He's new.

All right,
who's next?

That's a fellow!

Grab him!

Come on!

UP you get!

This is for you,
Mr. Armitage.

Can't make head nor tail of it
that way neither.

It's an official notice
of your eviction, Mr. Armitage.

Aye, well, it's not much
of anything now, is it?

Don't flop about!

It's been signed by a magistrate
and served on you, sir.

And that's all
that the law requires.

Let's settle this, shall we?

It has been settled.

You have 45 days to quit.

Is that so?

Is that so?

Good day, Mr. Armitage.

(yells)

Come on!

UP you get!

I'm warning you,
you drunken idiot!

Come on, you!

Where's your
lawyer now, eh?

Where is he,
you dirty pish!

(crowd gasps)

(gagging)

IAN:
Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Uncle?

Get a doctor,
for Christ's sake!

Get a doctor.

CYNTHIA: Quickly!
Can you hear me?

IAN:
Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?!

(water rushing)

Morning, Mr. McLeod!

How is he?

A contrarian to the last.

He can't walk, talk,
or feed himself,

but he's very much alive.

So much for playing
nicely with the natives.

Bloody Indian damn
near killed him.

Lucky you arrived
when you did, Mr. McLeod.

Oh, good God,
what a mess.

(thunder)

Dear God.

Gene, I'm going crazy here.

It's all-consuming passion

or total disinterest.

There's nothing in between.

Perhaps he strained something
during your last encounter.

He needs a couple
days rest.

Okay, fine,
let's be dry about it.

All right.

All right!

Want to know what I think?

I'll tell you what I think.

Ralph Whelan is surrounded

by people doing
his bidding all day,

every day.

He's like a goddamn Buddha.

And I think it might be
good for someone

in his position not to
always get what he wants.

Excuse me, sir, I need
some ice for my drink.

You're in here,
Ms. Whelan.

Thank you.

Have a seat,
Mr. Dalal.

Thank you.

Still done nothing with that
dicky fan, Neville?

No, sir.

It's still
missing a part.

So, tell me
what you saw that night.

(guards shouting)

Where are we going?

To Lahore.

Lahore, what for?

For sentencing.

No need to be anxious,
Miss Whelan.

Simply tell me
whatever it is

you remember
of that night.

Did he shout,
or say anything?

Miss Whelan?

"YOU devil."

"You...

...British devil."

(typewriter keys clacking)

"You British devil."

(typewriter keys clacking)

"You British devil."

(typewriter keys clacking)

(guards shouting orders)

Sooni Dalal?

Yes.

Come with me.

Nalini!

You are being released.

Go.

Don't worry.

Find you own way.

Make a contribution.

Excuse us.

This is intolerable.

Even the Indian
can't stand it.

SOONI:
That man with the gun

had nothing to do
with the party.

This is British propaganda.

You are British propaganda.

(door closes nearby)

(footsteps)

The interview is over.

He's not coming back.

Thank you very much,
Miss Whelan.

Thank you.

(panting)

(door opens)