All language subtitles for Beecham.House.S01E02.1080p.HDTV.x264-MTB

Welcome to Delhi, sahib,
it is an honour to meet you.

Did you see the child?
It is not fully European.

John Beecham, friend or foe?

He is an agent of The Company.

I wish only to trade honourably.
Please, grant me a licence.

I believe you are the first Englishman

Miss Osborne has seen in many months.

Captain Samuel Parker?

I am in great need of
a trustworthy partner.

Why are you holding that child?

He looks... native.

Mother, this is August Beecham...

your grandson.

I should like to see Daniel

and I pray he is still at
least the son I recognise.

I did hear reports he's on a
Company expedition in Kannauj.

That's only a ride away from Delhi.

Lady Sahibah, I'm going
to give you a bath.

No! Ba-Baadal, Baadal!

Come here this instant!

It will be fixed, Mrs Beecham, I'm sure.

- What is wrong, Mrs Beecham-sahibah?
- Everything. The water is dark brown,

the towels are too thin. What
if I slip and crack my skull?

I have fresh water here, ma'am.

- I'll bring fresh towels right now.
- Yes.

This is, this is no way
for a lady to bathe.

We must try.

- Baadal.
- Ma'am.

- Baadal! What, what is that?
- Stand back, ma'am, be careful.

It's poisonous.

- A scorpion.
- Well, get it out. Go!

- Move.
- Oh.

- Oh!
- No.

Take it, get, get...

Ah-ha-ah.

Thank you, Ram Lal,

please inspect my room every hour.

I do not want to die in India
from a tropical insect bite.

- Ooh!
- Yes, Mrs Beecham-sahibah.

Stop this! This is idiocy!

They do not have the taxes to pay!

Sir, you must stop this,
you've gone too far!

Leave!

- Good morning.
- Good morning, General.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I had a special delivery from France.

It arrived by boat this morning,

Along with my Cognac.

This is too kind, General Castillon.

But I know your penchant for
French perfume only too well.

Have you had any word from your brother?

My colleagues have had
no sightings of him.

So, what will you do?

Will you still return to England?

No, I feel quite content here at present.

What has changed?

Perhaps the presence
of more English people

has made me feel less homesick.

I must warn you about John Beecham.

He may not be all that he appears.

I appreciate your concern, General,

but if John Beecham is a dangerous man,

why did he bring his elderly
mother to live with him in India?

Look, are you sure this ghastly treatment

is going to work on these bites?

Bindu insists that turmeric
will soothe your discomfort.

You must try this
mulligataw... mulliga... tawny.

How can I eat when I am so worried?

When is John returning?

I need to speak to someone
who understands English.

We understand English,
Mrs Beecham-sahibah.

I-I do not even know
what to call you, dear.

Chanchal.

Hm?

You see, we need to start
doing things differently

now I shall be running the household.

So, from now on, I shall call you...

- Channing.
- Channing?

Yes, and you Bindaloo.

I-I shall call you... Beatrice.

- Bea-trick?
- No, no, Beatrice. Ss-ss.

And, er, you shall be... Barton.

I will be of assistance,

however you wish to address
me, Mrs Beecham-sahibah.

Please do not be upset,
I will take care of you.

Well, thank you, that,
that is kind of you.

The British have struck their
first tentpole at Kannauj.

That's right next to the Emperor's land.

Are you certain?

I am afraid so.

It is a clear provocation.

They can only be inspecting the region

in order to plan an attack.

The British annexation of India
marches closer to us every day.

We must inform the Emperor.

And bring it to a halt.

If Lieutenant Beecham is in
contact with the Company...

he will pay a severe price.

Gentleman, I'm Captain Parker.

I need to know the whereabouts
of Ensign Daniel Beecham.

Beecham? He was shot.

At this very moment, I
would wager he has no idea

of his own whereabouts.

Speak clearly. What is your meaning?

He's on sickness leave.

He's recuperating.

You have a medical bay here?

He's at his second home,

very likely between the thighs
of an Indian dancing girl.

What is it about this strange
land that draws my sons here,

instead of coming home
to England... and me?

Your sons are like many.

Great fortunes are here for the taking.

It was very considerate of John
to prepare this chapel for you.

But now that John has made his fortune,

he should marry you,
return with his wealth

and bring August up as an
English gentleman back home.

There is nothing to keep him in India.

I apologise, I do hope I'm
not disturbing your prayers.

It's a pleasure to see
you again, Mrs Beecham.

And you, Miss Woodhouse.

How well do you know my son?

Mr Beecham and I are recently acquainted,

but he was kind enough to
invite me to come to the chapel

whenever I wanted to pray.

And what do you know
of the child's mother?

Mr Beecham has not discussed
such private matters with me.

Private matters? I see.

It is better you direct your questions

to Mr Beecham himself, ma'am.

Oh.

Eh, Baadal-bai, looking very smart, huh?

But you're only going to the bazaar, no?

I'm just going to buy some
provisions for the house.

How long has Chanchal kept you waiting?

Baadal, thank you.

It is so kind of you to
take me to the bazaar.

It is my great pleasure, Chanchal-bai.

I've been dreaming of
gulab jamuns all night.

Huh, hawker food.

Anything to take away the taste
of the bland food in this house.

At least it will be edible.

Who is this?

Baisa.

Baadal, don't just stand here.

Baisa is an honoured
guest of Beecham-sahib.

- Go.
- Of course, Chanchal-bai.

So many trunks.

Maybe this is Beecham-sahib's wife?

Go get the luggage.

Bow!

Paay lagu, baisa.

Barton? Where is Bart...
where is everybody?

- Water, water...
- I feel... oh.

My, my, my, my...

.. what do we have here?

Take me to Agastya.

Agastya?

Could this be... could
this be August's mother?

Oh.

Well, she's acting like the
lady of the manor already.

Precious Agastya...

beautiful boy.

You've already endured so much.

Baisa...

Mr Beecham-sahib does not let
Agastya leave the nursery

without his permission.

Ram Lal...

I know what is best for Agastya.

He will stay with me.

Very well. We will find you a room.

Barton?

Barton?!

It's impossible to get his attention.

Barton?!

BARTON?!

I have just settled Agastya.

I would appreciate it if you'd
kindly keep your voices down.

Oh-hoo.

Young lady, why do you insist
on calling him by another name?

Agastya is sleeping, he requires his rest.

I am John Beecham's mother,
Henrietta Beecham,

and August's grandmother, and
mistress of this house now.

This is Miss Osborne, a Governess.

And Miss Woodhouse, a family friend.

Mrs Beecham, I note your position.

Miss Osborne,

he is not in need of an English Governess.

Oh.

Have you ever...

- I... - Oh, perhaps you should
rest, Mrs Beecham, you look faint.

The Indian heat cannot be underestimated.

Nor could that intolerable woman!

That behaviour will not do!

When my son returns, we will have words!

Miss Osborne, clearly,
you know even less than I.

I'm sure you have work to be
getting on with, so good day.

Daniel?!

Daniel?

Sahib...

you want woman?

- We have all types.
- Daniel?!

You want a boy?

You, come 'ere.

Sahib, don't disturb.

Come. Chello. Chello. Chello.

Chello!

Hey. Oi. Oi!

There are enough harlots for everyone!

What are you doing here?

I'm here for you.

After all this time?

I thought you were dead.

I wrote to you many times

when Mother told me you were in
Calcutta, but you never responded.

I was in Mysore,

in bloody battles with Tipu Sultan.

I would have appreciated
a brother's concern then.

- Now it's too late.
- Daniel. Oi, Daniel,

Daniel. Daniel!

I'm sorry.

You have any idea how hard it was
to discover the brother I admired,

had disappeared without so much as a word?

Forgive me.

I had to get as far away
from the Company as possible.

But it's different now.

Mother is here.

Mother is in India?

Raah-e-door-e-ishq mein rota hai kya

aage aage dekhiye hota hai kya.

Highness, Lieutenant Beecham
has been seen in Kannauj

communicating with Company forces,

and he has a brother
serving in the camp there.

And yet he claims that his
connections with the Company

- have been severed.
- Indeed.

And he has been joined by another
colleague from the Company,

a Captain Samuel Parker.

I understand Captain
Parker has been discharged,

but it could be a ruse.

Does the Company no longer
tend to its soldiers' wounds?

They spend a great deal more on gunpowder

than they do on physicians.

What were you doing in Kannauj?

Exploratory expedition.

The Company must expand its
territory if it wishes to grow.

You sound like a Company man.

- I am a soldier.
- You are a man.

Your actions are your own.

I'm tired of it all.

Have you seen the British
cemeteries in Calcutta?

They say most soldiers die
before seeing two monsoons,

I've lasted three.

I'm on borrowed time, brother.

So I plan to enjoy the
simpler pleasures of life

while I can.

Who's there?

It is Violet, Mrs Beecham.

What are you going to do when...

when the opium runs out?

Please, leave me after such a
distressing afternoon, Violet.

If my son married that woman

without so much as
informing his mother, I...

I do not know what I will do.

Why do you suddenly care
so much about your brother?

Your feigned concern insults us both.

He's quite a character.

He's irresponsible.

When I look at him...

.. I just see our father.

God forbid, he ends up like him...

.. in some convicts' colony in Australia.

How does a soldier afford this?

~

It seems you've prospered
since leaving the Company.

Sahib, Mrs Beecham-sahibah is most upset.

Oh, what has happened, now?

Baadal, this is my brother, Daniel.

- Brother?
- Please, take him upstairs

to my chambers and bring some hot water.

He has a wound that needs attending to.

We must make him presentable
before he meets Mother.

- Please send for the hakim. Make haste.
- Of course. Please.

Samuel.

You have gone beyond the duty of a friend.

I owe you my life.

John Beecham, I forbid you
to leave this house again.

Who is this woman? Her, her
rudeness knows no bounds.

- Mother...
- No, I cannot live like this.

- Is she August's mother?
- Mother, what are you talking about?

She was rude to Miss Osborne as well.

Mr Beecham, your mother has had a
trying time since your departure.

She acts like a princess
who's ruling the roost.

This Bai-saab's airs and graces
have made me most ill at ease.

Where is she?

Sahib, I cannot challenge her
authority without you, sir.

I understand, Ram Lal.

Where is August?

Agastya is safe with me.

We must speak in private.

Miss Woodhouse, please
escort my mother to her room.

Mother, I will speak with you shortly.

Chandrika...

.. why have you come here?

If anybody sees you or knows you're here,

it could ruin everything.

I took the utmost care not to be seen.

You know you shouldn't have come.

I needed to see him.

You're putting him in danger!

I'm simply carrying out my
duty, I had to know he is safe.

You know his safety is
all that matters to me!

I wish Agastya to sleep with me.

August will sleep in the nursery.

Ram Lal, Chanchal and Maya
are serving him very well.

It was agreed.

- My intention is...
- We had intruders here...

.. a few nights ago.

How...

.. how have you been?

It has not been easy.

I did not come only for Agastya...

.. I wanted to see you too.

- Mother?
- Oh.

- How is she?
- I have done my best,

- but the challenges are
proving difficult for her. - Mm.

I, on the other hand, am adapting well

and intend to bring her to
see Hindustan as you do.

I am very grateful.

Mother...

Mother, your eyes, they
appear to be irritated,

are you feeling unwell?

Well, how can you blame me?

My last home was full of secrets.

I fear my nerves will not
tolerate the same here.

- Mother, I understand this is very...
- Look, who is that woman, son?

You cannot expect me to
share a home with a stranger.

Mother, she has August's
best interests at heart.

Come with me.

- Oh.
- I have something...

to show you, that I think will
cheer your spirits immensely.

Where are you taking me, John?

My heart may not withstand
another revelation.

Daniel?

Oh, my... my poor boy,
what has become of you?

I am a soldier, Mother,
I've survived much worse.

But it is a blessing to feel
your arms after such an age.

Ohhhh, no.

- Mother.
- Mother.

Is it?

It cannot be...

Violet Woodhouse.

I came as a companion to your mother.

It is gratifying to see that
you're still getting into trouble.

A kiss would help take the pain away.

Certainly not!

I would have hoped you'd
become a gentleman by now.

What fun would that be?

The world is not in need
of another dry sponge.

Oh, I dreamt of this moment,

but I-I never imagined it
would be in a place like this.

My two handsome, brave
sons, may God bless you...

.. and my poor grandson.

Grandson?

This is August, my son.

Your son?

You were married without telling us?

No-one can know he has
fathered a native child.

Mother, stop.

August Daniel Beecham...

.. this is your uncle.

- You named him after me?
- I have but one brother.

And here is the first of the
next generation of Beechams.

John, do you have an association
with this Margaret Osborne?

For a Governess, she appears
to think very highly of herself.

She seems to have made herself
very much at home in your house.

Miss Osborne was here?

Mother, did you offend her in any way?

Not at all.

It is her, your Indian ladyship,

who addressed her in a
most ill-mannered way.

Mother, I must leave
you and attend to her.

Daniel, I am sure you
have much to catch up on.

An English governess,

an Indian ladyship and a native baby.

John, you are a rogue after all.

It is not as you think it.

I am beginning to understand
your abandonment of me now.

Have you decided on a
gift for the empress?

I must admit, I am perplexed
as to what to offer

an empress who has everything.

You appreciate art and craftsmanship,

she appreciates wonder.

Choose an item that will
excite her imagination.

Ah, the insurrectionists.

Good day, Miss Roshanara.

Miss Osborne.

Hello, Mr Beecham.

Er, forgive my boldness, Miss Osborne,

but I took these from my library.

I thought that you might
find them interesting.

Thank you, Mr Beecham, that is...

.. most thoughtful of you.

I came to ensure that you had
not been offended at my house.

I had an unfortunate encounter

with a disrespectful
guest at your residence.

She made it clear she
considers me far beneath her.

Chandrika.

She has taken full ownership of your son.

Is she his mother?

I apologise for her rudeness.

She was not alone.

Your mother made it clear
she disapproves of me.

Well, she does not know you.

That is of no consequence to her.

Apparently, she looks down on
women who are in employment.

I am sure that you have misunderstood her.

She has a blunt manner, but
she possesses no malice.

Mr Beecham, I may not have riches or name,

but I feel most ill at ease.

Your mother has made me
feel unwelcome in your house.

Miss Osbourne...

.. you are always welcome in
my house, you have my word.

Until you can be
completely honest with me,

I don't know what your word counts for.

I bid you good day.

Good morning.

It is Chanchal, yes?

Yes, sahib.

Chanchal, I wonder if you could help me?

I have an injury which is
giving me a lot of pain.

Could you please assist
me with the stairs?

It's like climbing the
Himalayas on my own.

Of course, sahib.

Oof. Thank you.

Thank you, Chanchal, you
are a saver of lives.

I must go, sahib.

Too many flies.

Daniel, sahib...

breakfast will be served.

Mrs Beecham-sahibah is on her way.

I'll be there in a minute.

I would like some fresh milk.

Thank you, Baadal. Compliments
to Chef Mool Chand.

Barton, get me the marmalade
I brought from London.

Yes, Mrs Beecham-sahibah.

Barton?

Indian names are impossible to pronounce.

That is insulting, Mother.

You wouldn't much care for it

if someone suddenly changed your name.

I wouldn't mind if I had a
name that made no sense.

How long are you allowed to stay on leave?

Yes, how long are you with us?

I have never wanted a
wound to heal slower.

But I am a Company man.

They own me.

The decision it out of my hands.

I wish you would wear
proper clothing, son,

you look like a native.

These pyjamas are comfortable.

You really should try some,
Mother, you'll be much cooler.

Mmm. A sensible dress is all I need.

What the ladies wear
here is appalling. Hm?

Look, they feel no shame in
showing off their midriffs.

But that is what makes them so alluring.

There is nothing more
beautiful than the almond eyes

and delicate bare waist
of an Indian woman.

Daniel Beecham, you are
in the company of a lady.

Daniel only knows one way
to speak... from his heart.

His honesty is refreshing.

Thank you, Miss Woodhouse.

Honesty?

That is scandalous talk from one
who is old enough to know better.

The truth is...

there are so few British women here,

Englishmen are forced to take
Indian wives and mistresses.

It is the modern way.

Well, it is not God's way.

It is high time for you

and your brother to marry
decent English women at once.

Thankfully, Violet is an excellent
marriage prospect for John.

She has the qualities of a
good wife and mother to August.

And are you agreeable to
this notion, Miss Woodhouse?

Why on earth would you wish to
marry the dullest man in Delhi?

I should be delighted.

Should I be asked.

What a precious thing to sleep so soundly.

He has not a care in the world.

He is blessed...

with so many praying for
his safety and good health.

Do you ever miss home?

Yes, sahib, very much.

Do you think that it is wrong for one

to wish to let go of the past?

If I may say, sahib,

sometimes we must let go of the
memory of those we hold dear.

I find that I am not able to do that.

Good afternoon, Miss Osborne.

Mr Beecham.

You must excuse my appearance.

Roshanara and I have been
swimming in the river.

You look, er...

.. you look enchanting.

Since our last meeting, I have
been able to think of little else.

I cannot bear to think

that you would not feel
welcome in my house,

because your very presence there

would make me very happy indeed.

I cannot speak of August's
mother, it would...

.. compromise his safety,

but I can swear before you
now that I am all he has.

And I would very much like you...

.. to be a friend to our family.

I have longed for you to
speak openly since we met.

But I am finally able to
afford my passage home.

England?

Why do you stay here, John?

Why not come back home?

I cannot return home.

Everything I live for is here now.

But your past seems to invade your present

in a most unsettling way.

Delhi will give me the break
from the past and its heartache.

And you...

.. your friendship, gives me
hope of a brighter future.

Please do not leave.

Miss Osborne, come,

you promised to hear my piano recital.

Yes, of course, Roshanara.

Mr Beecham, you'll have to excuse me.

We must proceed urgently
with the trading licence.

There will be no future for us here
if I cannot provide for my family.

As soon as the license is secured,
there's many a hungry nabob

back home drooling to
gobble up Eastern treasures.

If we reward the artisans well,

they will reserve their
finest items for us.

Our business will flourish.

I have made a decision about
the offering for the empress.

Excellent.

Is it the perfect gift?

Leonardo da Vinci made a mechanical lion

and presented it to the King of France.

We... will present an automaton.

But what are they exactly?

Moving sculptures.

Om sahana vavatu Saha nau bhunaktu

Saha viiryam karavaavahai Tejasvi nau...

What is happening? What in
heaven's name are you doing?

It is late. Prayers will settle him.

Yes, but he likes hymns.

So I shall sing to him in my chamber.

I think it is best he remain with me.

Are you saying you know
what is better for the child

- than his own grandmother?
- Please, Mrs Beech... - Ssh!

I know an Arab artist who
knows the secret of automata.

We could persuade him
to cast one in silver.

Better still... gold.

No cost is to be spared for the empress.

Sir, I think you should come upstairs.

Excuse me, Samuel.

You are disturbing Agastya.

You have done nothing
but disturb this house

since your arrival!

She has the baby, sahib.

You do not even know him.

You are rude and deceitful.

- I will not have you take
charge of my grandson! - Mother.

What is happening?

I cannot remain in this house
with someone so disrespectful!

You have to tell me the truth
about this woman. Who is she?

Chandrika...

.. is August's aunt.

But no-one can know that she is here.

I am a widower.

And I know that August's mother

would have wanted her sister

to help raise him.

- But, son...
- No.

No, Mother.

Hey.

All of the people that I love
in the world are in this room.

We will stay here in Delhi...

and make a life together.

We have no other choice.