All language subtitles for A.Suitable.Boy.S01E03.1080p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-NTb

He's a Muslim? Then let's go away.

If we go now,
we don't stand a chance.

This is a great
and much-needed reform,

and I commend it to the House.

The Raja of Marh has mounted a challenge
to your Zamindari Act in the High Court.

You shouldn't get too deeply
involved with Saeeda Bai.

No good can come from it.

But I love her, Baoji.

This is your last night in my house!
Get out of here.

♪ Ul-husna... ♪

You must go with Rasheed
to his village.

You've done nothing
to find a boy for Lata.

Fortunately for you,
you have a very clever wife.

I still don't understand
why you're rushing off

to Uncle Sahgal's in Lucknow
and leaving Lata behind with us.

It is Lata I am thinking of!

If you cannot help find her
a suitable boy

here in Calcutta,
I must look elsewhere!

I am going to stay with the Sahgals
and Kalpana will meet me there!

She will help me. Bye, beta.

I must leave you now, Lata.

Memsahib?

Hello.

I was wondering if you'd like to do
a bit of sightseeing.

I'd like to show you
something of poetic interest.

Thank you.
Yes, that would be lovely.

Rose Aylmer
was only 20 years old?

Just about your age.

That's so sad.

What did she die of?

A surfeit of pineapple.

I know, I know.

Not very poetic, but poor Landor.

This has turned into
a rather melancholy outing.

All my fault. I do apologise.

Let us quit this dismal scene,

and ride home in our limousine.

Of course.

And now your mother has
left for Lucknow.

Yes, mysteriously.

Calcutta, I regret to say,
was a complete waste of time.

But now there a number of good
prospects for my Lata in Lucknow.

I am determined.

I won't give up in until I have
found my Lata a suitable boy.

Do you know any?

Please send me photos.

My grandfather, keeping Bengal just.

SINGING IN GERMAN

Hello, Lata.

Hello there, my dears.

Hello.

♪ Und sie auch standen da so stier

♪ Als wollten sie... ♪

Ah! My sister Kuku
and her German nutcracker.

♪ Ja, neulich hatt'
ich auch wohl drei

♪ Nun sind hinab
die besten zwei... ♪

He has a lovely voice.

Are you fond of Schubert?

My father played him
when we were young.

Ma prefers Indian classical music,

and my youngest brother,
he can't get enough of...

♪ Dou naina mitware tihare. ♪

Come on, let's go upstairs.

Let Amit and Lata
have their own tete-a-tete.

Don't worry, Cuddles won't let them
get up to anything naughty.

Shall we have some of this?
I thought we were having tea.

This is Chatterjee tea.

Thank you.

You mustn't mind Bahadur.

He thinks I plan to marry
everyone I bring home.

And do you?

Not so far.

But he doesn't believe it.

Bahadur sees me staring at the moon
and he thinks getting married
will cure me.

What a crazy family you are!

On the contrary,
we're a hotbed of sanity.

Drink up.

What's that you're reading?

Quran-Shareef.

Any good?

Sorry.

SINGING: ♪ Chalo, chalo
re kissaan... ♪

Salaam'alaikum.
Salaam, Laali Mian.

Are you happy to be home?

Yes and no.

DOOR CLANKS

COW MOOS

Rasheed.

Do you love your wife?

CRICKETS CHIRP

It is my duty to love her.

She was my brother's wife,
and when he died,

my mother asked me to marry her...

..and give her little daughter
a father.

I'm so sorry.

I'm used to it now.

And I do care for my wife.

Rasheed, will you teach me
some ghazals tomorrow?

When you've learnt your alphabet.

Sweet dreams.

Honestly, Ma, I didn't know
they were like that.

I thought they were a decent family and that
their son would be a fine match for Lata.

If my husband were alive,

he might have been
chairman of the Railway Board.

We'd never have to
lower our heads before anyone,

especially to people like these!

I'd never have put you through it
if I'd known they wanted a dowry.

Don't worry. I have some other
options to discuss with you.

I'm sorry, Ma.

You'd better show me
suitable candidates

when we reach my cousin's home.

Rupa, where did you go in this heat?

Don't ask. This is Kalpana.
She's like my daughter.

Pushkar. Greet Rupa Massi.
Pushkar.

He's still a child.

Welcome, Kalpana.

You both can talk in the office.

Six feet two? He'd tower over Lata.

No, no, impossible.
Next one, please.

Too dark, too dark.

It might just be
the light in the studio, Ma.

Next.

He's very personable.

He was leading man
in a play I was in at university.

Lady Windermere's Fan.

He's too rich, Kalpana!

This one won't want a dowry.

He's a good boy -
meet him face-to-face at least.

He won't make Lata happy.

She would always be
the poor relation.

If I liked him,
it would only upset me.

Who's next?

I'm taking you to a book shop
where I spend half my life.

One feels so bewildered
among all these millions of books.

You mean I, not one.
Kemon achhen dada?

You're such a pedant!
No, it's important.

Just imagine if I were
to say to you,

"One loves you."

Or worse still, "One loves one."
Doesn't that sound idiotic?

Yes. That's all I meant.

I see.

Or rather, one sees.

I see one does.

Does a writer have to feel strongly
about what he writes?

Not necessarily.

Sometimes I write best about
the things I care about least.

And of course what is most
frustrating is failing to

write well about the things
or the people one cares most for.

I'll give you a book of my poems
sometime,

and you can form your own opinion
of how much or how little I feel.

I would love that.

But why not now?

I need time to think of
a suitable inscription.

Hmm?

Hm.

He's nice!

No-one else?

Well...

There is one more we could try.

A very nice boy.

Haresh was at school with me
in Delhi.

Acha? St Stephens.

Kalpana was debating champion!

And what did you do after that?

Well, after University in Delhi,
I went to England

to study shoe manufacture.

At present I'm working for the
Kanpur Leather and Footwear Company.

I've only been there a year,

but I have established a
whole new department

and got them orders they didn't have
the know-how to get for themselves.

Haresh, have you brought
your certificates with you?

How clever you are.

Northampton College of Technology.

First in his class and
a silver medal, that is very good.

You should be very proud.

Of course, my late husband was
first in his class at Roorkee,

and a gold medallist.
He was an engineer on the railway.

The railway! Mm-hm.

I wish I could have met him,
Mrs Mehra.

I wish so too.

He waters our fields.

That's his whole life,
serving my father,

farming land he will never own.

I hate to see the suffering here.

I keep trying to think
what I can do to change it.

Perhaps your father's land bill
will make a difference.

Perhaps.
But my father will not allow it.

Zamindars, they do nothing

but make their living
from other people's misery.

And they try to force their sons
into the same

ugly mould as themselves.

And if their sons want to do
anything else,

then they make life
miserable for them, too.

So much poverty.

Suffering.

Ignorance.

We have to do something
for my people here.

Rasheed?

Will you help me write a letter?

Arrey Maan Sahib!

There are many other sorrows
in this world besides love.

Rasheed!

SINGING:

It will take years to teach you
this beautiful language.

That's very good. Put that in.

You don't share my feelings
for Saeeda. Do you?

Ah.

The sister, Tasneem.

Don't worry, your secret's
very safe with me.

There's nothing... She doesn't...

You mean you haven't told her yet?

It's out of the question.

She could never
think of me like that.

It's hopeless.

Hey! What are you doing,
that's my letter!

Firoz was going to
deliver it to Saeeda!

A very go-ahead young man, Kalpana.

And quite handsome,
though... he's rather short.

I was so taken with him.

He was very taken with you.

He said you were
strikingly good-looking.

Oh, stop your nonsense.

But why was he not
at the top of your list?

Well, he was in love with
a Sikh girl at one time.

But I think that's over now -

her family wouldn't have
anything to do with it.

You know, I think he might be
just the boy for Lata.

Not like that
brother of Meenakshi's.

Amit Chatterjee? Mm.

He's a famous poet, Ma.

Famous poet! All he does is sit in his
father's house and stare out the window!

A young man should do a job
and earn his living.

I should like you to set up
a meeting for Lata with Haresh.

God forbid that another one of my
children should marry a Chatterjee.

Ma!

Dada, ekta golab din.

Thank you.

Perfect.

Enter the heroine
with a flower in her hair.

Oh, I forgot it was still there.

More to the point,
how did it get there?

Oh, Amit bought it for me.

We had a lovely day.

Brazen girl!
What would your mother say?

Kapoor Saab! Kapoor Saab!

You did a good thing there,
Kapoor Saab.

You showed that bloody
bastard what was what.

What? Who are you?

I'm Waris. I'm
the Nawab Sahib's man here.

Ha-ha-ha, that munshi -
he was pissing his pants!

I was out of control.

I could have killed that man.

No-one would be sorry if you did.

You will be a hero here now.

In these parts,
everyone will follow you!

THEY SHOUT

RHYTHMICAL SINGING

WOMAN SINGS

MUSIC STOPS

Have you brought a message
from your father? My father?

No, this is a letter from Maan -
Maan Kapoor.

Oh! Give it to me.

Have... Have we met before?

Tasneem!

Thank you for bringing the letter.

Now I wish to be alone.

I'm very sorry if I offended you.

Zia Sahib? Ji?

You have not offended me.

Khuda hafiz.

Khuda hafiz.

RHYTHMICAL SINGING

And how is our boy Maan?

He's still in the countryside.

His obsession with that woman was
becoming altogether too much.

I gather Firoz visits there too.

What?

I don't mean to suggest
he's as big a fool as my boy.

I don't want him
anywhere near that house.

Minister Sahib?

These are our private lands.

The law cannot loot them,

and political mosquitoes like you
cannot touch them!

We will see.

No doubt your lawyers will
defend your highness today

as ably as they have defended
your lowness in the past.

Do something!

Patience. Patience, sir.
Father, I'm here.

Today, a judgment has been reached,
the act created by Mahesh Kapoor...

..which seeks to distribute wealth
away from the zamindars

of the state.

An appeal by the Raja of Marh
attests this act is

unconstitutional
and therefore null and void.

Null and void!

We adjudge that the Purva Pradesh
Zamindari Abolition and

Land Reforms Act does not contravene
any provision of the Constitution.

The appeal by the Raja of Marh
is dismissed.

What?

What happened?!

What did he say?!

HE WHISPERS

Lata, come to Lucknow urgently.

Needed here now.

Love, Ma.

TRAIN WHISTLES

Lata, say hello to Uncle Sahgal.

Shall I bring the photo album?

You see my luck?

With Maya as a wife,
I have to do nothing!

I worship her as a goddess.

What a lovely young lady
you have grown into.

I remember the first time
you came to stay,

when you were just a tiny girl.

And you and your cousin,
Kiran, played together.

Do you remember that, Lata?

Yes, of course.

Do you remember, Kiran?

Yes.

CLOCK CHIMES Thank you so much.

Come here, Lata. Come. Come.

Let's see if we can find you.

Here you are with Kiran.

Not so long ago.

And look at you both now.

Beautiful young ladies,
embarking on the journey of life!

HE LAUGHS

Lata a first-class student,

and Kiran about to
get into university here in Lucknow.

HE HUMS

So, let us hear about this
shoemaker your mother tells us

you are going to meet.

Ma!

I know all your prejudices,
and I share none of them.

You brought me here
under false pretences.

If you had told me
the real reason you wanted me,

I would never have come.

You know, Lata, I have
nothing against Mohammadans as such.

It's only your future
I'm concerned about.

And this is why you summoned me
from Calcutta?

It's very expensive to send
details in a telegram!

And this boy is from our community.

Anyway, he's such a nice boy.
You'll see.

BIRD SQUAWKS

Aadaab. Aadaab.

I'm very happy to see you.

Your sister is well?

Thank you, yes.

And you are well? Yes, I'm well.

Your parakeet - he is well?

Him too.

He is my darling.

He is well.

Good.

And you, Sahib, you are well?

I am very well.

Tasneem.

HE GRUNTS

Good... stuff.

Dagh Sahib.

HE SNORES

Kapoor Sahib! Kapoor Sahib!
Your fame has spread far and wide!

The whole district is talking about
how you almost half killed that bastard!

And you know what they are saying?

Good job I didn't,

or it would have been
the finish of me.

"I, The Jury." And Maan Sahib
is judge and jury!

I'm neither of those things.

BLEATING AND MOOING

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

You look very nice, Sahib.

I don't need your opinion.

But thank you.

Have we met, Miss Mehra?

I'm sure I must have seen
you before.

I don't think we have.

It's strange.

Perhaps I met you in a dream.

Did you have a comfortable journey?

Yes, thank you.
I had a comfortable journey.

Where were you travelling from?

Calcutta.

Then you must be really tired.

No, I'm quite rested.

Even though Kalpana is leaving,

could I invite you both
to my boarding house for lunch?

Ah, no, we...
Yes! We'd be very happy to accept.

Thank you, Haresh.

Tell me, why did you run
away from home at 15?

Did Kalpana tell you that?
She did.

I believe a time may come when a man
may have to part company,

even with those he loves
and who love him.

In this case, a marriage
was being forced upon me

by my foster-father,
and I couldn't accept it.

I ran away.

I got a job cleaning
a Praha shoe shop -

my first experience in the shoe
business, and not a pleasant one.

I starved and I froze,
but I was determined not to go back.

Didn't you even write a letter home?

No.

I was very stubborn.

This is where I sleep.

Let me ask you a question, Haresh.

Is there someone in your life still?

Mrs Mehra, I have told Kalpana,
and I'm sure she's told you,

that Simran was very dear to me.

But now that door is closed to me.

For her family, the fact that
I'm not a Sikh is all that matters.

So now I'm
looking for someone with whom

I can live a happy married life.

I see you like Hardy.

I do.

But I don't agree with him
that we are controlled by fate.

I think we can make
our own happiness.

Would you like to come
and see where I work?

I would like to see the factory.

But could I first...?

You have so many shoes!

Well, I am in the trade.

Are you making fun of me?

Yes, perhaps I am.

HE LAUGHS

You've earned such respect here.

You have a lot of your father's
qualities, I think.

Me?
He would laugh to hear you say that.

You should take yourself
more seriously, my friend.

Will you come with me?

If you think I could make
a difference. You can.

Maan Saab! Maan Saab! BEEPING

She's sent for me! Parhiye.

Dagh Sahib...

No-one listens to me here.

I have learnt to be alone
and to understand things.

And even to be alone
and to be misunderstood.

But with you by my side,
we can bring your father's dream

to life, give Kacheru
the land he deserves.

Saeeda Begum is my life.

And she has called for me.

This is the upper. This is
what we are working towards.

This is the setting and
the drying process.

The stench!

Mrs Mehra, this is
the tanning process.

Please be careful.

Next comes fat liquoring, samming,
dyeing, setting, drying.

Fascinating!

This is how they weigh
the lime hides.

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Mrs Mehra, we have...

Haresh, Haresh, I think we should
go now.

Ma is not feeling well.

Nonsense!

And I too...

Oh, the smell.

Of course.

You should have said before.
I will take you back at once.

Thank you, Haresh.

And, er...

You don't work in the tannery,
do you?

You are in the office?

No, I'm only in the tannery
about once a week.

Once a week?

Miss Mehra...
No, no, no, call her Lata.

When I returned from England,
I realised the British left us

free, but barefoot.

India needed shoes.

I am proud of the shoes I make.

I don't like sitting in the office
giving orders and expecting miracles.

I believe,
if you have to do something,

you should do it
without making a fuss.

I'm sorry, that's the way I am.

BABY CRIES

GARGLING

RUPA CLEARS THROAT

I thought I would say goodnight
to my darling daughter

before she fell off to sleep.

Well?

Mm?

Yes, Ma?

Do you think he's suitable?

Ma, I only met him for a few hours.

What do I really know of him?

You're a very fussy
and ungrateful girl.

Mausa ji?

Are you all right? Are you ill?

No, not ill, exactly.

But I have been working late.

I have a great many
things on my mind.

I hope everything is all right.

Do you have what you need?

Yes, yes. Thank you.

I should have brought
you some grapes.

When you were a little girl...

..you were very fond of grapes.

Are you...

Are you a good girl, Lata?

Yes?

Do you think? No!

I think you are a lipstick girl.

Are you a lipstick girl, Lata?

I don't know what you mean.
Yes, you do.

I think...

..you are a lipstick girl.

Do you want some lipstick, Lata?

Please stop this!

It's so hot in here.

Go away! I'll scream!

No need for that. I will!

Sh!

I thought you were
an intelligent girl.

If you had a father,
you would not behave in this way.

I am very disappointed in you.

BELL CHIMES

SHE RINGS BELL

Tell us about
the Pul Mela, Bhaskar.

Why do all these people come
to Brahmpur?

The River Ganga came out of Jahnu's
ear and fell to the ground.

That day was
known as Ganga Dussehra,

and that is why we celebrate her.

ALL CHUCKLE APPROVINGLY

Well done, Bhaskar.

CHATTER AND BUSTLE

BELL RINGS

You may as well ask blessings
from a stone.

You're sounding like your father.

Or a potato. Pran!

Come on.

You shouldn't be so proud, Pran.

Lata, why aren't you eating your
toast? It'll get cold.

Something's the matter, I can tell.

What is it?

Nothing, Ma.

I just didn't sleep last night.

Sahgal Sahib also didn't
sleep last night.

He's tired from working so hard.
CUCKOO CLOCK CHIMES

Paratha?

I was thinking...

..wouldn't it be a good idea

if Kiran came to Brahmpur University
next year?

She could live with us.

No, no! Not possible.

Her father would miss her too much!

Good morning, everyone. Aaye!

Good morning, Sahgal Saab.

So how is the family today?

Barriya. Good. Good. Good. Good...

Achar?

See what I have got for Lata.

You will have to wait, Kiran.

No!

Lata!

I don't want it.
SAHGAL SAAB CHUCKLES

She is such a clever girl,
I thought.

You open it.

I thought I would give her a puzzle.

Sahgal-ji, you've done so much
for us.

When the time comes,
Kiran can live with us in Brahmpur.

Good. Good. Good. Good.

Let us do this for you.

Good. Good. Good. Good.

Now we are in plenty of time.

Here in the waiting room,
you can be comfortable.

Thank you, Haresh,
you're a very good escort.

INDISTINCT STATION ANNOUNCEMENTS

I think you are not well today.

I hope the tannery
didn't upset you yesterday.

No...

I just didn't sleep well last night.

Let me get some cold chocolate
for you.

It's very refreshing.

I know that not everything
went well yesterday.

But I want you to know...

..I like you very much.

My interest is sincere and serious.

May I write to Lata, Mrs Mehra?

Yes, you may, of course, Haresh.

And you should call me Ma,
everyone else does. Are you sure?

Thank you.

Chaliye.

Stay there a moment.
I will check the platform.

Well...

Au revoir, Lata.

Are we French now? No.

But it sounds more hopeful
than goodbye.

Au revoir, Haresh.

CROWD CHANTS:

HOLY MAN MEDITATES

BUSTLE AND COMMOTION

SHE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Baba-ji?

Salaam, Baba-ji.

Dhanewaad. Dhanewaad.

Dhanewaad.

Wah, phool!

Dhanewaad.

HE CHANTS: Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram,
Ram, Ram, Ram...

Aaiye.

Ma, chaliye.

SHOUTING NEARBY

COMMOTION

RAMJAP BABA MEDITATES

Dhanewaad... Dhanewaad...

SHOUTING, COMMOTION

Ma!

I'm all right. I'm all right.

Bhaskar! Bhaskar! Bhaskar!

Bhaskar!

SCREAMING AND COMMOTION

Bhaskar!

Bhaskar!

SCREAMING

SCREAMING: Bhaskar!

Because of the Pul Mela disaster.

I do not need to be told
what my job is!

Firoz...

So, is it all over between
you and Kabir?

A shoe maker.

I refuse to work at this
benighted place!

If music be the food of love...
Play on!

ALL CHANT

ANGRY SHOUTING

HE SHOUTS IN OWN LANGUAGE

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