All language subtitles for Episode 6 - A Gift for the King

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(indistinct call and response
chanting)

BRITISH CAPTAIN:
This is your last warning.

Put down your weapons
and go home peacefully,

or we will have no choice
but to open fire.

CORONER".
I, the coroner, do certify

the death occurred
on April the 24th, 1935.

(call and response chanting)

BRITISH CAPTAIN:
With a single round,

aim above the crowd.

Prepare to fire.

Fire!

(chanting)

CORONER".
Name of the deceased,

Naresh Banerjee.

CORONER".
Cause of death...

Fire!

(man praying in Arabic)

SOLDIER:
You!

Bloody animals.

Get away from here!

WOMAN ON PHONE: Who are you trying to reach?

DOUGIE:
It's Raworth.

WOMAN ON PHONE:
I'm so sorry.

Could you please repeat that?

DOUGIE:
Raworth.

WOMAN ON PHONE:
Thank you.

Please wait.

DOUGIE:
Can you hear me?

SARAH".
Douglas? Douglas?

Sarah, love?

Yes, it's really you!

Are you both well?

Yes, not too bad.

Can you hear him?

That's your daddy.

A boy.

Oh, yes, it's a boy all right.

DOUGIE:
Well, that's him, eh?

Yes, can you hear your daddy?

I'm so proud of you, you know?

Yeah, well, you'll
be outnumbered.

Can't have that.

Can't wait to be with you
in Delhi.

Yes, then home to England.

We'll be a proper family.

I know what
you're thinking,

and just because
the baby's come along

doesn't mean anyone's
going to forget you.

I promised to
find you a new home,

and that's
what I'll do.

Look at me.

That's better.

Yes, Uncle.

And you'll be all right
here on your own?

Yes, Uncle.

I'll only be a few
hours at the picnic.

Wish me luck.

(party music playing)

Ah.

Good grief--
another damned party.

RALPH:
It's the King's
SilverJubilee, sir.

I think we're honour-bound
to make a bit of a fuss.

I'm well aware
of that, Whelan.

But one does feel
rather invaded.

Speech all
written?

Almost.

You just speak into
it as you would...

Yes, yes, yes,
thank you.

I've had my fill of
advice from Her Excellency.

Gentlemen.

RONNIE:
Ah, here he is.

So, we all
have copies.

Gates open at 1300 hours.

Simkin and canapes
under the boughs.

Now I've no wish
to sound the alarm,

but if you turn
to your second sheet,

not only are the
Congress nationalists

declining to
honour the King,

the Muslim League have
now also decided to boycott.

Your precious Maharajah?

Will be attending.

Here within the hour.

He'd damn
well better.

Thank you, Ronnie.

Here we all are,

high water mark in the reign
of his Majesty the King,

and not one
Indian nationalist of note

willing to turn out and
raise a glass in his name.

Can't you round up
the usual crowd

of loyalists from the
Legislative Assembly?

As you like.

Still, one hoped
this bill of yours

was going to bind
us all together,

not drive us
further apart.

It's not my bill.

Naturally.

Never is, is it,
old love?

When things don't quite
go according to plan...

Whoopsie!

Chuprassey, the wind
caught that chap's hat.

We go on.

Even if it kills us.

Thank you.

Most welcome,
sahib.

You know they're
all saying it--

old Whelan's
losing his touch.

I expect you've
heard the same.

Mr. Keane, there are
one or two names

of my own I would
like to add to this list.

You need
to clear all that

with Fitzpatrick
in Military.

MAN:
Please have your invitations
in hand at the gate.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Saheb to collect
in person?

No.

I will give it
to him myself.

Thank you, Captain.

English King Georgie?

That's it.

Look at them.

Make me sick
to my craw.

Will you be
joining us today

for our own
wee celebration?

3:00, I'll be there.

You don't mind

joining our
little protest?

I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

(clears his throat)

(groans)

Your invitation.

They will ask you for
identification at the gate.

These are your papers.

Your name is Rao Saheb.

You are a clerk with
the Provincial Service.

What have we here?

An old suit
of mine.

You will have
to look the part.

British suit.

Now tell me again.

You and I will meet at
2:00 here in the bazaar.

We will go
to Viceregal Lodge,

present the invitation.

The guard on duty
knows me.

Good.

And the bomb?

Oh, I will bring
that myself.

And when they all
rise for the toast,

I will light that fuse.

And then your work
is done, Aafrin-bhai ("brother" Aafrin).

You and your family will
be quite safe from harm.

Medicine?

Yes.

Here, sulphas.

From the Vicereine's
own medical supply.

Oh, I am honoured.

You first.

See?

All is well.

(groans)

Here, let me look.

Kaira's Revenge, I call it.

Still, we are
at the edge of something.

Can you feel it?

Yes.

(gasping in pain)

Such a long way

from my father's grave
to the Viceroy's gardens.

And their blood

will run red and blue.

And we will live
to be free.

It is good to have hope.

Yes, yes!

Brother, I still have one doubt.

Go on.

Is it not safer to hide
the bomb inside the Garden now?

This morning,
before the guests arrive?

That way, it seems to me
there is no risk of detection.

No!

Naresh-da, we have come
so far together, you and I.

Are we brothers or not?

We cannot go forward
now without trust.

Hmm?

You have to tell me,
for God's sake.

Where is it?

Where is the bomb?

AAFRIN:
Sooni?

It's done.

He told me where
the bomb is hidden.

But what if he names you
as his conspirator?

Then I am bound
to hang.

Look on the bright side--

at least you won't have to marry
that boy with the eyebrow.

And Daddy?

What did you
say to him?

I said there was no room
for families at the picnic.

What about all
the other guests?

I am doing all I can.

I know.

Tomorrow we will
start again.

You too will stay at home.

Where else
would I be?

Sooni, promise me.

Of course.

Are we enough,
do you think?

We're more than
sufficient for any prince.

Anyway, Sirene said
to keep it informal.

Yeah.

Ah-- here we go.

What happened
to our prince?

Maharaja aaj nahi aaye-gaa.
(The Maharjah wont be coming today)

His Highness
the Maharajah

sends his regrets,
memsahib.

He is unfit to travel.

Oh.

My husband will be
sorry to hear that.

So why send
a car?

Yeh kyaa hei?
(What is this?)

It is present
from Maharaj.

He has a gift

for His Majesty
King George.

RALPH:
Sir?

Ah, Whelan.

Here it is,

my tribute to the King
for the blasted thingummy.

Wireless.

The broadcast.

Yes, I am familiar
with the terms.

Well?

Sir, you speak for us all.

Yes, yes, yes.

I know you
better than that.

Well, remember
that Britain is not

your only audience today.

All of India
will be listening.

And?

Better we tackle the
nationalist threat head-on.

There will be pressure
for political advances.

We don't hide from that.

But the King--
the King stands apart.

Yes, above.

That's the message-- the
King is this constant music.

The King...

Makes subjects
of us all.

And how poor and comfortless
we would feel without him.

Good.

Ah Munshi!

Your Excellency,

may I have a word?

Can you believe

our precious Maharajah
has decided

to bugger us about again?

Are you surprised?

He's hardly the type
of man to be relied on.

Well, I have
the uphill task

of trying to
be his friend.

Never mind
all that, sir.

What's this?

I received this
from an acquaintance.

And does he have a name,
this acquaintance?

Not if he can help it.

All right,
what's his story?

He claims there is a device

in Simla, buried here.

12 pounds
of high explosives.

(blowing whistle)

(men shouting,
whistle continues blowing)

ROWNTREE:
I want everybody in the yard.

Now.

That means all of them!

IAN:
What crime against
His Royal Majesty

have we committed this time,
Superintendent?

McLeod, we've got
information you've got

explosives buried
here on your estate.

No.

Parsi!

Now if I may kindly ask,
what is the source

of this so-called
information?

Sir!

Sir?

What is this?

What does it mean?

IAN:
Can a man not celebrate

25 years of the King?

A royal milestone indeed.

Long live King George!

Come on!

Like we practiced.

Long live King George!

Long live
King George!

Long live King George!

Long live
King George!

Long live King George!

Long live
King George!

(lock clicking)

Kyaa huvaa?
(What happened?)

English!

Only English now
for subjects of the Empire.

I'll tell you
what's wrong, child.

Your friend is your enemy.

And there is no one,
no one in this world

that you can trust!

Come here.

Come here.

Where's Mr. Raworth?

He has gone away.

And the baby, is it come?

Yes.

Yes.

It is inevitable.

Do you know what
that means, inevitable?

It means there is no escape.

Now the baby has come,
and he will be on his way,

and what will become of you?

They will find me a home.

Hah-- no.

Oh, I'm sorry
to tell you, my friend,

but that man is lying.

There is no home.

And do you know what happens
to boys that have no home?

Ravana.

He will come and
he will eat you alive.

Do you know what
Ravana is?

Let me tell you.

He has ten heads and
ten tongues of fire,

and a bleeding sword,
and he will swallow you whole

without pausing for breath.

What is your name?

Chota Matthew.

No, your real name.

Akshay.

Is this what you
want, Akshay?

For Ravana to come
and stick you

with his sword?

No, of course not.

You want to find
a home, yes?

Are you a good boy?

Run on the spot
and show me.

Keep going.

Now listen.

If you do exactly
as I tell you,

then I promise I will
give you a home.

Sahib?

Mr. Dalal.

RALPH:
It's all right-- send him up.

Still dressing, I'm afraid.

Hope you don't mind.

NARESH:
You wait

till 4:00.

BOTH:
One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

I don't know where
you got hold of that map,

but you can tell
your mystery acquaintance

the police searched
Mr. McLeod's premises

and found no explosives,
no firearms,

not so much
as a trace of cordite.

But that's not possible.

Tell them
to check again.

MADELEINE:
Am I interrupting?

Not at all.

Hello, Aafrin.

Mrs. Whelan.

Do you have any idea

how many threats
and false alarms

cross my desk
every week?

I think the
District Superintendent

has enough on his plate.

No.

I'll go look in on Vivian.

Would you care to tell
me what this is about?

Naresh Banerjee.

Yes, shot dead
in Karachi.

He was the one
and only Hindu

shot dead among
47 Muslims.

You don't find that
at all suspicious?

I assume he was there
to foment violence

and got caught up
in a shooting.

I asked them to send up
his death certificate

from Sind.

Here.

Yes, his own
identity papers.

I can only assume he
must have planted them

on some corpse.

This is madness.

Whelan, look at
the photograph.

This is not Banerjee.

So what happened to him?

Banerjee is here
in Simla.

And I am quite certain
he means to strike

at the heart of
this Jubilee picnic.

He's been planning
this for months.

And if the bomb's

not here on this map,
it is somewhere.

It is somewhere
close by.

Who told you?

As I said,
an acquaintance.

No.

No, you'll have to do
better than that.

If I'm going to raise
the alarm, I need a name.

Who told you?

Who told you
there was a bomb?

For God's sake, Aafrin,
you can trust me.

Who told you?

Kaira.

Kaira Das.

NARESH".
You tell them

it is a gift for the King.

Say it.

It is a gift for the King.

AAFRIN:
I met her

in Bengal.

Met her?

We were lovers.

She said for some time
that Banerjee had been

bragging of his
great plan.

I thought nothing
of it at first,

but then when she died,
shot, as you know,

by his hand, I realized
we cannot let this pass.

AAFRIN:
We must be sure this man
is put out of action.

RALPH".
But how do you know
that he's here?

AAFRIN:
I found him.

What?!

I met him.

And I am due to meet him
again in one hour

down in the lower bazaar.

You remember
everything?

One hour?

One hour?

ALICE:
Aafrin!

Aafrin!

This picnic today,

I want you to stay home.

What's going on?

AAFRIN:
This time tomorrow,

if something happens to me...

You're in trouble,
aren't you?

Just promise...

Promise you won't think
any less of me.

You will never
say to yourself,

"that man was a liar."

Aafrin!

Because I never lied.

Not to you--
not one word.

You can trust me.

RONNIE:
Club Secretary

seeks permission to enter.

Password?

I don't know.

Kitchener?

Coffin?

Reggie?

Gurkha?

Kipling?

Eccles?

Chorley?

Chelsea?

Greedy Pig-

It's Phyllis.

Phyllis!

Phyllis.

Damn.

You look jolly nice.

Thank you.

So you've changed
your mind, then--

knew you would-- about
coming to the picnic?

No.

Oh.

May one inquire
as to the why?

Well, I sometimes
think it's better

to celebrate these
things on your own.

That's all.

Understood.

Well, go on-- skidaddle.

Otherwise you'll
miss it.

RALPH".
From His Highness

the Maharajah of Amritpur.

(oohs and ahhs)

(applause)

What on earth?

Something for
the bathroom?

It's a gift
for the King.

Really?

He sends
his regrets.

He's not avoiding us,
do you suppose?

Oh, no.

We have His Highness's
full support.

WILLING-DON:
On behalf of the Princes
and people of India

I beg to send to His Majesty
the King Emperor our respectful

and joyful greetings

on this auspicious day.

And to express
the profound hope

that he may be spared many
years to continue to rule

over this great country.

Loyalty to the King Emperor

is and always
has been the abiding faith

of the Indian people.

And while it is impossible

in these days of
change and development

to expect the many millions
of India to be free

from all the stress and strain

which comes with the desire
for political advance,

His Majesty the King Emperor
can rest assured

that he is held to be
above and apart

from such movements...

(clock chimes once)

...and that we are all
devotedly loyal

to the King Emperor's throne
and person.

We gratefully thank him

for the constant and abiding
interest...

(clock chimes again)

...he has always taken
in the welfare,

prosperity, and progress
of all his subjects in India.

(wagon wheels creaking)

RALPH:
Travel safe.

DOUGIE:
Yes, I will try.

And you'll let me know
how things go

with Miss Prasad's trial?

I'll do what I can.

And thank you for
the telephone call.

No, no, I was glad to.

There's no doubt
in my mind you'll be

a good father
to that child.

You always hope so.

No-- you have what it takes.

Why do you say that?

Well, the truth is...

if you want the absolute truth,
I, uh...

I discovered something
quite recently.

Turns out my father
wasn't my mother's husband.

Turns out he was
another man altogether.

It's a quite ordinary tale.

It doesn't make it
any less shocking.

No.

I honestly don't know why I'm
bothering you with all this.

Do you want
my advice?

Ask yourself, does it matter?

Professionally, it does rather.

And everything else?

Well, it shouldn't, should it?

I mean, it's an abstraction.

But when one has the, uh...

I suppose you could call it
badluck

to lose both one's parents
at an early age...

And there are times,

dark times, when you
honestly think

that they're all you've got,

and then when it turns out
it's all...

a lie...

What am I to do?

Well, you could
do what I do--

keep going-

You have your wife.

Your family.

Your friends.

Your real friends.

You're not alone.

Sometimes I find myself
wondering, what was he like,

my old man?

Perhaps he was a bit like you.

Well?

Did Banerjee appear?

No.

We waited, but there
was no sign of him.

And the, um, the device?

The army is
still searching.

For God's sake!

Whelan!

We'll find him.

Now Roopah, I know
you're still getting

used to our ways,
but it's like this--

SO, SO, SO.

Very good, ma'am.

Daddy, give me
that cup.

Nope.

What can I do?

Every cup
tastes sweeter.

I don't know why
we're all making such a fuss

when we're not even
going anywhere.

We can celebrate just
as well here at home.

Mmm, quite smart.

Sooni, what
time is it?

Sooni?

Almost 3:00.

DARIUS:
What are you doing,
sweetie?

Nothing.

(singing in an Indian
language)

Yes?

You must be one
of the sisters.

Shamshad or Sooni?

Naresh Banerjee.

May I come in?

No.

No, you may not.

You think you
are some hero?

Your brother betrayed me.

I warned him
what I would do.

Get off!

Get off!

Help!

Help!

Soon“.

Soon“.

It's all right.

Oh, my girl,
my darling girl.

Help-- we need
help here!

We need some help here!

Help!

ROSHANA:
Jaanu!

Hamaari dikri!
(our daughter!)

Help!

Help!

Banerjee!

(bellowing)

(bellowing)

DOUGIE:
For food.

In a world where many
walk in hunger.

For faith in a world...

News.

...where many walk
in fear.

For friends in a world...

where many walk alone,
we give you thanks, O Lord.

Here I am

at your mercy.

Tum-ne giraftaar

kiyaa jaataa hei.
(what do you want?)

And what a story
I have to tell.

(cell door slams)

RALPH:
Mr. Banerjee.

NARESH:
♪ The grand old Duke of York,
he had 10,000 men... ♪

Get him up.

Sergeant.

On your feet, Banerjee.

Go on.

♪ He marched them up
to the top of the hill ♪

♪ And he marched them... ♪

Where is it?

Where's the bomb?

Tell me,

and I give you my word,
I will save your life.

Spit it out!

Aafrin Dalal.

Stop it.

Stop, stop.

Sergeant!

Stop it! Stop it!

(Wagon creaking)

(bellowing)

SOONI:
I don't know why you are all
making such a fuss.

It was just a graze.

A graze, she says.

A graze that
almost killed you.

SOONI:
Ma, give him

the cup.

Here you are,
Mr. McLeod.

Very kind, Mrs. Dalal.

You know, I never thought
I would say this,

but thank God
for the Scottish man.

(laughs)

Chokri bechaavi.
(chokri means "girl")

He saved my girl.

Oh, she saved herself.

She fought like a tiger.

Now, that
I can believe.

No, it was all thanks
to Mr. Ian in the end.

Who was the fellow?

Oh, I hardly saw him.

A maniac.

He's been detained.

Really?

Has he spoken
to the authorities?

ROSHANA:
I swear from this day forward,
we're going to live very simply.

If we can.

(bell rings)

IAN:
Mrs. Havistock.

I'm so sorry.

I heard the most
terrible rumour.

I just wanted to know
you're all right.

Yes, she is.

From my brother.

I have to go.

DARIUS:
Sleepy?

A bit.

Let her rest.

Come, I'll walk
you out.

Goodbye.

Now get some rest.

Oh, Ma!

Get some rest.

No husband today?

Um... yes, he'll still
be at the picnic.

You're the
independent type.

I have my moments,
I suppose.

Well, I tell you,
my eldest daughter

is much the same.

I don't know
that her mother or I

had much say in any of it.

She thinks she's stronger
than she is, you see.

But I look at her now,

I see the cost.

Mr. Dalal,

I know you've every
right to despise me.

But your son, Aafrin...

Alice, I don't
know you.

But I have some
experience of my son.

And there is something
that is killing him.

Whether this thing,
this freedom you imagine

you find in each other,

or who knows what?

I beg you, please,

just leave us be.

Come on, darling.

Miss Dalal, is she well?

Is she all right, I mean?

Yeah, she's fine.

Come on, darling,
let's get you home.

PERCY:
Mummy, where are we going?

(band playing "When the Saints")

WILLINGDON:
There he is!

Munshi, Whelan's been
asking for you.

Let's, um...

we'll have a toast
inside, I think.

Dalal, a word.

The man took cyanide.

He died right in front of me.

Did he speak?

Ralph?

He said nothing.

Then we have
to keep looking.

Tell me!

Tell me you were coerced!

I mean, we've all been there.

Those first years
of service,

stuck out
God knows where,

working all hours.

Letters home,
learning as you go.

And then in walks
Miss Das--

a fine, intelligent woman.

And before you know it,
you're caught up in something.

You're trapped.

You're threatened
into helping these people.

No, I was not coerced.

Was I ever hard on you?!

Did I ever let you down?!

A few acts of
personal kindness.

Do you honestly think for one
minute that was the point?

What was the point?

I hardly know
where the lies began.

It started
with a document.

Aforged document--
a Congress certificate.

What?!

I should've
stopped there.

But then there was
the man you hanged--

the man we both knew
to be innocent,

but you let him die anyway.

Ramu Sood?

And why turn
to people like Banerjee?

I did not turn to him.

That man came much later.

He bound himself to us.

Kaira knew.

She saw what he
was capable of.

She said I always saw
too much good in people.

And you include me in that list?

Yes.

How very disappointing.

Oh, whoops-a-daisy.

4:00.

Well, almost.

Time for the toast.

One moment,
Mr. Keane.

Ralph?

Pull yourself together.

Come on, sir!

Do you know how often,
when times were tough,

I would say to myself,
"What would Ralph Whelan do?"

Because, whether we
like it or not,

you are my friend.

My good friend.

Am I?

Yes.

You and all
your family.

And I ask you,
please save me.

As I once saved you.

You wait 'til 4:00.

BOTH:
One, two, three, four.

Ah, yes, yes, Yes-

Ladies and gentlemen,
shall we?

(string quarter playing)

Thank you.

RONNIE:
Ladies and gentlemen,
pray charge your glasses

for the loyal toast.

Tell them it is
a gift for the King.

Say it.

It is a gift for the King.

Ladies and gentlemen,
honoured guests,

on this most auspicious
day, I give you

the King Emperor.

The King Emperor.

EVERYONE:
The King Emperor.

BOTH:
One, two, three, four.

(clock chimes)

J" God save our
gracious King... J"

MAN:
Hey, you, boy,
move away from there!

♪ Long live our noble King ♪

J" God save the King... J"

(bell chimes)

Hello, little man.

What have you got there?

It is a gift for the King.

Shh!

Our secret.

Nobody must see.

NARESH".
Nobody, you understand?

Chota (Little) Matthew!

(singing)

Chota (Little) Matthew!

You answer when
I call you, please.

What's in the box?

It is a gift
for the King.

J" God save the King. J"

(clock chimes)

KING GEORGE (on radio):
At the close

of this memorable day,

I must speak to my people
everywhere.

Yet how can I express
what is in my heart?

As I passed this morning
through cheering multitudes

to and from
St. Paul's cathedral.

As I thought there
of all that these 25 years

have brought to me and to
my country and my empire...

My People and I

have come through great trials
and difficulties together.

They are not over.

But I am persuaded

that with God's help,

they may all be overcome

if we meet them with
confidence, courage,

and unity.