All language subtitles for Episode 01.04

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(lightly splashing)

(birds squawking)

(squawking gets louder)

(gasps)

(panting)

(kids laughing)

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Whelan!

Where is he?

So much the better.

We'll surprise him.

(phone ringing)

Mr. Ralph, sahib!

(knocking)

(light splashing)

(sighs)

RALPH".
The Viceroy?

Why's he coming here?

Why would he do that?

Laat sahib wishes to see you
after so many weeks.

Yes, well,
better inform the syce,

in case he wants to ride.

The horse-keeper
is up and waiting.

Yes.

And coffee.

That bitter Nilgiris stuff

he likes to drink
and complain about.

Did they ask where I was
on the telephone?

I said you're
in church, sahib.

In church?

Christ.

He'll enjoy that.

Ralph!

Gene.

I wrote you a note.

You want to read it?

Look, why don't you just
tell me what's in it?

All right.

"My dear Ralph,
words cannot convey.

"Health, as you see,
back in the pink.

We're going home now."

You look done in.

Why don't you get some rest

and we can talk about it
over supper?

Too late.

Train departs today
at 4:00.

And Madeleine?

Does she have a say
in any of this?

Don't be so coy,
my dear fellow.

You've had your fun.

Jesus Christ,
I have to knock twice

through every goddamn door
in the house!

What are your
intentions?

Because Madeleine
is a high prize!

Gene?

Honey.

Say farewell
to our host.

What?

Madeleine, would you
talk some sense

into your brother?

(distant):
Whelan!

Mr. Ralph, sahib!

GENE:
Pack your things.

We leave for Chicago.

Today.

Unless you have
something to say to her?

Stop it, stop it!

He's being ridiculous.

Do you have something to say
to my sister, Ralph?

Don't answer that.

Jesus!

What has gotten into you?

Whelan, where are you hiding?

I wish you a safe passage.

What?

Couldn't get the car
up the bloody road!

RALPH:
Your Excellency.

My boy.

We've wasted enough time
here already.

RALPH:
How was the aircraft?

Oh, Marie loved it,

so apparently I'll never
set foot on a boat again.

(laughs)

And London?

The meeting?

Plenty of time
for all that.

Now, you can get
your chap,

if he'd like to get up,

to bring me some
of that dreadful

South Indian coffee
you enjoy so much.

You've met Captain Percy,
haven't you?

She said she was going
to be transferred

to Farukava prison,

only I can't find
a single word anywhere!

(grunts)

It's as if she
never existed.

Who never existed,
sweetie?

Nalini, of course!

I've had quite enough

of Miss Nalini Ayer
for one lifetime.

Don't you dare!

I'll give it back to you
when you're better.

Ma, I'm not sick!

Help!

What on earth
is going on?

Some men just delivered.

Here, for the little rajah
in his undershirt.

What is it?

Maybe you shouldn't touch it.

Oh!

Old books!

Hints on Riding.

History of Common Law.

Baapi, let me see that.

Oh, Aafrin!

It's revision
for your ICS exam

in the winter.

Oh, here's a letter.

Let me see!

No!

It's for your brother.

Ma, why don't you
open it for me?

Oh, well, if you insist.

"From Mr. Ralph Whelan."

Prae...
Praemonitus...

"Praemonitus praemunitus."

Forewarned is forearmed.

It's a proverb.

"With best wishes
for your swift recovery.

Ralph."

Oh, God.

Shh!

"Please present yourself

at Viceregal Lodge
for some sport."

What sport?

"Later this afternoon."

Ah.

Sir.

Thank you.

Sorry to drag you
away, sir.

The report into
our death in custody,

from the coroner's
office, sir.

Chandru Mohan?
Yes.

"We cannot know for certain
the precise motives

"for the assault
on Mr. Whelan's life.

"Mohan appears
to have acted alone.

"His motives are unclear.

"Nor can we ascertain
his mental state

at the time
of the shooting."

So, lone gunman,
possibly insane.

ROWNTREE". If we hadn't
lost the blasted evidence,

the proof,
there in black and white,

to tie the terrorist
to Congress.

Lost, or taken?

Well, there's the rub, sir.

RALPH".
Have you drawn up

the list of the people
who were there that day?

When would be convenient for us
to conduct the search, sir?

I have an idea.

What's this one?

(Speaking Hindi)

I'm going to ask Miss Alice
over tomorrow.

Nothing fancy,
just a light tea.

If you could be in.

Of course.

Happy to.

Good.

Well...

What are all these?

(Speaking Hindi)

Yes, I daresay.

What's this one?

Oh, here he is.

(chuckling)

Oh, my boy...

Uncle.

He refused to go anywhere
until you arrived.

Tell me.

Your mommy.

She remembers her big brother,
does she not?

Oh, of course,
of course she does.

You need to get me home to Fife.

You understand?

Not here.

Come on, come on,
it's all right.

When I think, 40 years
in this goddamn stinking pit.

My whole stinking life.

Oh, don't make a fuss.

Come on,
it's all arranged.

Sister Margaret here

has very kindly
volunteered

to take you all the way
to Southampton,

and she won't stand
for any of your nonsense,

you dirty dog.

(laughs)

Come on.

That's it.

What about the estate?

The harvest?

No, you leave all that
to your nephew.

Isn't that right,
Mr. McLeod?

Don't you worry.

It's all in hand, Uncle.

Very well.

I mean it.

You get back.

I'm not one
for fare-thee-wells.

Cheerie-bye.

Good-bye, Uncle.

Say hello
to Scotland for me.

You'll look after my gardens
for me, won't you?

Keep them safe
till I come back, eh?

Yes, I will.

You promise?

Aye, I promise.

Very well.

Nice and loose.

That's it.

Sir.

Let go!

(groans in pain)

Your shoulder.

How unforgivably
stupid of me.

It's perfectly fine,
really.

I didn't see it.

Where did it go?

Not awfully far.

We've all got to start
somewhere.

Mr. Keane, sir,

I think you are
an expert golfer?

Oh, far from it,
far from it.

Fine shot, Mr. Keane!

Dammit!

Screwed it again.

(laughs)

Ah, here he is.

What is this?

The Viceroy of India.

Deep breath.

Your Excellency,
might I present

Mr. Aafrin Dalal?

Any man who stands
before a bullet

I think can look me
in the eye, don't you?

He has the look
of a teacher.

Mr. Whelan's
very own munshi.

(laughs)

So much the better,
Mr. Dalal.

We need all the education
we can get.

Good shot, sir!

Well hit.

There's no
great science.

Just hit it!

(chuckles)

Did you speak
to the Prime Minister?

Oh, let's not ruin
a perfectly pleasant afternoon.

Besides,
I promised I'd ask...

You see, my spies tell me
there's a young lady

on the scene.

Well, they're clearly
better informed than I am.

Yes.

How old are you now?

30, sir.

Already?

My God!

You came to my birthday tea,
if you remember?

So I did.

Still, 30 years.

A serious age.

Perhaps you'd like to meet her?

♫ ♫

There is no time
for this.

We have a train to catch.

Here, let me help.

No.

I'm not going to be bullied
into rushing.

Get your hands off!

Listen to me!

Don't you see?

He's sampled the wares.

He's not buying.

Aren't you smart, Eugene?

He's using you, and the minute
he gets tired or bored...

Well, maybe I don't care.

You know?

Maybe I like it.

Anyway, he...

He needs me.
Oh, right.

Well, I wouldn't expect you
to understand.

He's an orphan.

Perfect.

He's an orphan.

He's a grown man, Maddie.

Maddie!

RALPH". I'm getting together a
little supper party tomorrow night.

Just a few friends,
the Viceroy among them.

I was hoping
you might be persuaded

to stay on one more night,
as a sort of hostess.

I don't think this
is such a good idea.

I'm sorry.

This morning, your brother,
he caught me on the hop.

(exasperated sigh)

But you see, the Viceroy
did ask especially to meet you.

You told him about me?

Yes.

Oh, should I not have?

Oh, no, I...

I'm glad.

Don't go.

I couldn't stand it.

(train whistling)

You know, I think that
might be your train.

Yeah.

There's no great
science to it.

No moving, sahib.

Nice loose grip, and swing.

Oh!

Definitely,

it's high time
this fellow

got a new suit.

It's just a small supper party,
very informal.

Then wear Daddy's pajamas.

They're informal.

So he spoke
to you directly?

The Viceroy himself?

At some length,
he spoke to me.

What did he say?

Naturally, he asked
all about you, Ma.

Oh, really?

Of course!

What subject more fitting
than his own mother?

Hands off, Daddy!

And what did you say?

He simply said...

GIRLS:
"I only wish to do my duty."

Shh!

Can I get down now?

You hardly ate!

Oh, goon.

Nice to see you,
Miss Alice.

You too, Matthew.

Little bugger.

Caught him filling up
in the cook room.

SARAH:
His poor teeth!

What he needs...

Yes.

He's just agreeing
to shut me up.

Alice, please knock some sense
into this fellow.

It's Matthew.

You know what he
came out with today?

"Why can't I go
to Daddy's school?"

Really?

I see you're not rushing in
to condemn it.

No, I mean, it would be
an adjustment, certainly...

An...

Is that what you call it?

No, no, he's real English.

He needs to be
back home

at an English school
with English children,

not a lot of...

blackie-whites
you picked up

from God knows where,
some of them.

(clears throat)

Miss Whelan, tell me.

What was your
experience?

Well, I was sent home, yes,

I'd have been eight.

And you didn't feel displaced?

She had her brother
with her.

In the holidays.

There, see?

She was quite secure.

Well, surely,
your mother?

Father?

You missed them
and they missed you,

but you were home,
and that's the point.

ALICE:
Home.

Yes, that's what we
all called it,

though I can't say,
to be honest,

it ever felt that way.

Everyone said I would
love it, of course.

"Like a warm bath,"
my mother used to say.

The reality was more
of a cold shower.

Well, I'm sorry.

SARAH: Any child of mine
has the right to know

there's more than... this.

Did you ask your son?

What does he want?

Oh, that's a rich question,

coming from you.

Sarah...

Forgive me.

I should...

Why don't I walk you home?

Thank you very much.

They gave you
a fair hearing?

Oh, yes.

The Prime Minister made himself
briefly available.

And he quite sees the need
for the emergency law.

Lord knows I know
every last one of them.

I said to him, there are times
when you have to set aside

your cherished,
yes, liberal principles,

however unpleasant.

Then Ramsey made
a perfectly fair point that

as long as Gandhi
is behind bars,

there are bound
to be doubters.

So this summer,

we have to show the world
we're committed to reform.

The Provincial
Assemblies?

They're back on the table?

Indeed.

Whitehall are drawing up
a framework for democracy.

I told the India Office
they need a man at this end.

You have someone in mind?

Oh, Whelan, no coyness,
for crying out loud, man.

Now look,
we're going to want

reserved quotas
for the minorities,

so that all the nations
of India might be represented,

not just the damned
Hindu nationalists,

but the Muslims
and the Sikhs and so on.

So everyone
has a voice.

The Untouchables?

The Depressed Classes?

They still want their own
political representation.

Yes, but Gandhi's
dead against.

He wants all Hindus
marching under one flag.

His own?

That's all he cares about.

Strength in numbers.

It did cross my mind.

The Untouchables' leader,
Dr. Ambedkar,

he caused quite a stir
at the conference last year.

He has no love of Gandhi.

Invite them up.

There's no harm
in making overtures.

The Prophet of Peace presumes
to speak for all India.

Let's see if we can't
break things up a bit, hmm?

Good thinking, sir.

Now, what about
this heiress of yours?

Here.

What's this?

Your idol has grown
feet of clay?

No.

I was reading this.

Go into law?

You know there are one
or two women

in the Bombay courts.

I know, I know.

I know,
but your mother...

You see, the minute
Aafrin is settled,

she's already hatching a plan
with your Uncle Modi.

I'm too young to marry.

Besides, maybe this is
my contribution.

I'm not strong like she is.

Physically, it's true.

You are more like
your mother.

But morally,
second to none.

RALPH: The Viceroy was
asking about Madeleine.

Curious.

He seemed quite
well-informed.

Doesn't sound like
old Willingdon.

Only man in history manages to
look witless on a postage stamp.

Did you tell him?

Oh, sweetie.

When have I ever mixed
in your lofty circles?

Oh...

Here.

You know, I may have had a word
with Lady Dufferin,

and she and the Vicereine
do enjoy their duets

on the piano.

Moonlight Sonata, ad infinitum.

Thank you for the drink.

Oh, Ralph!

You needed chivvying,
Ralphie.

(door closes)

Alice...

What would you do
if you had a friend

and you discovered that friend

was telling an untruth?

Do you let the lie stand

and carry on
as if you know nothing?

Become part of the lie,
if you like?

Sorry, I'm not making
myself clear at all.

Say this friend shows up,
child in tow,

tells anyone
who cares to ask

that she's a widow,
you see, when in reality...

Wait, I'm sorry...

What have you heard?

The man you married
is alive, and fit.

And you just simply
took yourself off,

with the child,
and your husband came home

to an empty house.

What will you do
if word somehow got out?

You know, a covenanted civilian
like your brother,

the heaven-born.

We do expect
higher things over here.

What do you want?

(quietly):
To help, silly.

I was thinking,
if you had something,

anything at all you wish to say
to Charlie, to your husband...

What?

Because my sister happens
to live on the same bus route.

I'm sure she'd be
more than happy...

Thank you,
that won't be necessary.

As you like.

You know, I admire you,
in a way.

Do you?

Why is that?

Oh, you know.

Not ever marriage
is all it should be,

all it could be.

But you plug away.

At least I do.

Perhaps I lack the imagination,
is that it?

You don't know the first thing
about my marriage.

Now, don't bite
my head off.

I just want us
to be friends.

(babbling)

Look at him.

He's laughing at us.

Not a bruise on him.

While your poor uncle...

I honestly don't know
what's happening to this world.

But there's such a thing
as laws in this country,

and they're not
just for Indians.

We're going
to fight this.

We're going to get
your land back.

Aye, it's all right.

(insects chirping)

(bed creaking)

All the way.

B-

B-

C-

(animals calling)

C-

(banging)

It's okay,
it's just monkeys.

(dog barking,
birds chittering)

(twig snaps)

Who was that?

$3'

(big band music playing)

Where is she?

Just charm him
like you charmed me.

Perhaps rein it in
just a fraction.

For instance,
don't grab him in the library.

(laughs)
Shall we?

Your Excellency.

Now,

which is which?

Allow me to present
my sister Alice.

Enchanted.

Yes.

And Miss Madeleine
Mathers.

Your Excellency.

Up, up, up!

Of course we've heard
all about the pair of you.

Well, I can't think why.

One tends
to keep an eye

on young Whelan.

My wife Marie calls him
her special case, you see.

(laughs)

Well, he's...
certainly that.

Ooh!

Sir, a drink.

We have Mr. Ronnie Keane
right here.

Oh, no.

Dalal.

Ah! Munshi!

Christ!
Did somebody die?

(laughing)

Very glad you made it.

Thank you, sir.

What will you have?

(fire crackling)

(man clears throat)

Your uncle.

On his way home, I hear.

I had no wish
to see him hurt.

Don't you fear.

I'll be off your land
by morning.

As agreed.

If that is what you wish.

What I wish doesn't
come into it.

Sir.

You trapped my uncle
in a debt, and...

here's your reward.

Just don't expect me
to thank you for that.

I came hereto make you
an offer,

but if you do not wish
to hear it...

(fire crackling)

What could you
possibly offer me?!

WILLING-DON: So your
family's in industry?

MADELEINE:
Steel.

Oh, Mathew--
yes, of course.

So your father
got out all right,

before the crash?

So I believe.

EUGENE:
He was lucky enough

to see it coming.

Oh, clever chap.

How's the fowl?

Yes.

Very tender,
thank you.

Don't eat that.

Bhupi, another bird
for our guest.

Sahib.

Thank you, sir.

Ralph, I think your man

has taken against
Mr. Dalal.

No, no.

I'm sure that's
not the case.

MADELEINE: Mr. Dalal
saved his master's life.

How could anyone ever compete
with such perfect loyalty?

But it wasn't my intention.

(laughing)

I acted entirely
without thinking.

(everyone laughs)

(clears throat)

Mr. Dalal, your family
is from the Punjab?

From Bombay.

Well, originally,
we are from Persia,

but we fled to India
many centuries ago.

Parsis.

Sound business sense.

RALPH:
Excuse me a moment.

Something I'd like
a word about.

Of course.

Later.

How many houses
on the list?

Do you think this is
the famous raid?

Raid?

Of what?

Some evidence
conveniently disappeared

just before the inquest

into our blundering
assassin.

What evidence is this?

Who knows?

Anyway, it's rather
blunted the case

against
the nationalists.

He's got it into his head
someone is plotting against him.

So he asks a friend of mine
to make a list.

Anyone who was
in the Coroner's Office

the day the evidence
went missing.

Quite a number of us
are here tonight.

This is coincidence, no?

While we feast like kings,

the Superintendent will be
popping round our houses,

looking under the mattress,

plundering
the landlady's skirts.

They are searching
for this...

Yes, evidence.

RALPH:
Apologies.

WILLING-DON: I say, that
fellow looks well-traveled.

That's our
great-great-uncle Charlie.

Murdered in Cawnpore
in the Mutiny.

WILLING-DON: My God, am I the
only Englishman left in India

who doesn't have an ancestor
martyred in '57?

(everyone laughs)

One moment, please.

I'm so sorry.

(breathing heavily)

♫ ♫

(door opens)

Mr. Dalal.

Are you lost?

Forgive me, Miss Whelan.

What's the matter?

Do you remember
the night I was shot?

Yes, of course.

How could I forget?

I lost hope.

And do you remember,
you took my hand?

Yes.

Again,
I am in your hands.

What have you done?

I have a message.

It is imperative it reaches
my sister Sooni at once.

Tonight.

Please, don't read it.

I hardly dare ask.

All right.

I have an acquaintance.

If you give it to her...

Do you know
St. Leonard's church?

The cemetery above Portmore.

Yes.

Memsahib?

Ah, Bhupi.

Mr. Dalal felt unwell.

He's better now,
aren't you?

Very good.

♫ ♫

Dalal, thank God!

Do you sing, man?

No better than
I swing the club.

"Jessie's Dream."

I expect you've heard it.

It's "The Relief Of Lucknow,"
with a bit more thigh.

You can be
the murderous sepoys.

You don't do much,

and it saves me having
to black up for once, eh?

(people chatting)

MAN:
It's police!

(panting)

Wait, wait,
Mr. Dalal sent me.

Aafrin?
Yes.

(panting):
Sorry, I ran all the way.

He's not hurt?

No, not this time.

What do you want?

Take this.

Get it to his sister,
as quick as you can.

I can't go to his house.

They hate me,
he knows this.

It's important.

Captain Codrington.

What's your name?

Sita.

(playing introduction)

♫ She sleeps at length,
the weary watcher sleeps ♫

♪ And dreams not of death's
horrors round her spread... ♫

You can do better
than that!

♪ She hears no more
the cannon's thundering voice ♪

♫ Now sleep she all serenely
with the dead... ♫

More sound and fury!

Very well.

Like this.

(shouting cartoonishly)

(laughing)

Yes, sorry, sir.

"Sorry, sir"?

You're a bloodthirsty
sepoy, man!

(clears throat)

Play on, Mr. Keane.

Sorry, sir.

♫ She roams about
her Highland home once more ♫

♪ And greets her father
coming from the plough... ♪

(jaunty piano music)

MAN:
It's police!

It's police!

♪ But hark!
What breaks the stillness ♫

(gasps)

♫ ls a loud and piercing
scream... ♫

(screams theatrically)

♫ Do you hear it?
Do you hear it? ♫

♫ Oh, it is no idle dream ♫

♫ We're saved, we're saved,
they're coming ♫

♪ Their approach
is hope's bright star ♪

♪ 'Tis the slogan
of the Highlanders ♪

♪ I hear it from afar... A'

(rattling)

Hush, Daddy.

A' Yes, hark! It is,
it is that sound I'

♫ The Pilbroch's
thrilling blast! ♫

♫ The Campbell comes,
MacGregor comes ♫

♪ The hour of terror's past... ♪

♫ That vengeance deep is here ♫

♫ While softer tones ♫

♪ Of hope and joy a'

a' Come floating on the air a'

♪ And still, the notes
"God Save the Queen" ♪

♪ Are blent
with "Auld Lang Syne." ♪

(music ends)

WILLING-DON: I think we all
deserve another drink.

Thank you very much, sir.

Thank you.

Come and sit down.

I...
Now...

Oh, you first.

(panting)

So, I saw Ramu Sood.

I rode straight over.

He... he made me an offer.

Stay on as manager
of my uncle's estate,

making Armitage tea,
just as before.

But the land is still his?

Aye, but I'll be running it,
that's the point.

As that man's subordinate.

That is the point.

Look, I know you're still
something of a griffin

in these parts,

but this is not
how we do things.

(sighs)

Is that clear, Mr. McLeod?

So...

What's your news?

There was a telegram.

Your uncle.

On the train?

I'm so very sorry.

Come here.

Kaiser, get some brandy.

So, you see?

Your Mr. Sood is
now a murderer.

Gerard?

Vehicle's ready
when you are, sir.

(sighs)

Glad to be back.

London's too much
for me nowadays.

There's a beggar
on every street corner.

And they don't seem
to care for us anymore.

Our own people.

There's no fight,
no optimism.

There you go.

They want us out of here.

I told 'em,
"Too bloody bad."

Good night, sir.

Yes, good night.

You're a good man, Whelan.

Just like your father.

Sir, who is Gerard?

Hmm?

He called you Gerard.

Did he?

Yes, Gerard, his eldest son.

I'm afraid he died
in the war.

Sir, what was it
you wished to ask me?

Sahib!

Wait there.

(quiet talking)

Shall we go in?

After you.

Sit, please.

So, the question
I meant to ask...

Sir, I...

No, me first, Aafrin.

May I call you Aafrin?

Of course, sir.

Good.

I find I'm in need

of a second opinion.

Are you ill, sir?

No.

You see, I was looking

at your damn picture.

You've caught a likeness.

Everyone says so.

And it got me to thinking...

What did you see?

In her?

Sir?

Well...

Miss Mathers
is a very fine woman.

I am hardly experienced.

It's not experience
I'm after.

It's instinct.

I want your instinct.

And for God's sake,
don't ask me what I think

or feel, because the simple
truth is, I don't know.

But I...

What?

Well, I assumed
there was some problem, sir,

with Mr. Rowntree.

Well, there was.

He was after something
that was lost,

and regrettably,
he drew a blank.

I'm very sorry
to hear that, sir.

Don't avoid the question.

It's a straightforward
proposition.

Do I send her home
or do I marry her?

But... why do you ask me?

You saved my life.

(laughs)

$3'

(inhales deeply)

(sighs)

Cold?

Who cares?

What...

What is it you wanted to ask?

(gasps)

(birds squawking)

(gasps)