All language subtitles for The.Deceivers.1988.1080p.BluRay.eng

(Projector clicking)

(Birds chirping)

(Eerie ambient music)

(Birds chirping)

(Humming)

(Insects chirping)

(Birds hooting)

(Wolf howling)

(Horse neighing)

(Gasping)

(Gun cocking)

(Leaves rustling)

(Wolf howling)

(Leaves rustling)

(Leaves rustling)

(Horse neighing)

(Leaves rustling)

(Animal crying)

(Gun firing)

(Ominous orchestral music)

(Thudding)

(Gasping)

(Ominous orchestral music)

(Horn blowing)

(Singing in foreign language)
(Percussive music)

(Speaking foreign language)

- Can you see anything, Mr. Anglesmith?

- No, sir.

- He's in there, by god.

I can smell him.

- Sir, over there.

- There he is.

(Speaking foreign language)

(Horn blowing)

(Percussive music)

Hold your fire, gentlemen.

Let him come to us.

(Singing in foreign language)
(Percussive music)

He's a beauty.

(Growling)

(Gun firing)

(Growling)

Who was that?

God help him!

Who was it?

(Growling)

Bloody fool!

(Speaking foreign language)

Plenty of blood and a bit of bone.

- There, I knew I'd bagged it.

- Captain devril, hold your tongue,

or I'll have the surgeon remove it.

There's a wounded tiger in there.

Have you ever tracked a
wounded tiger, captain devril?

- [Devril] No, sir.

- As a gambling man, captain devril,

I put all my money on the tiger.

With your permission, Mr. Wilson.

- As you like, captain savage.

Me too, sir?

- Yeah.

- Didn't think I'd let
you have all the fun,

did you, old boy?

(Speaking foreign language)

Where is it?

Where the hell is it?

(Insect buzzing)

- George!

(Growling)

(Gun firing)

(Upbeat orchestral music)

(All applauding)

- [Sarah] Mr. Anglesmith.

Miss Wilson.

My waltz, I believe.

- William?

You don't mind, do you, old boy?

- Of course not.

(Waltzy orchestral music)

(Sighing)

- As my future son-in-law,

will you permit me to
offer you some advice?

The company likes you.

You have a future with it.

You're conscientious.

You speak four dialects like a native.

Not one in five of my
officers can do that.

And the company takes care of its own.

But you in turn must
take care of the company.

Now, take, for example,

your deorai tax revenues.

We're not collecting as
much from your district

as the marathas did.

Damn it, William.

You keep on asking me to lower them.

The honorable east India company didn't...

- With respect, sir,

I don't consider it part of my duty

to extract taxes from
people who can't pay.

- You have a very high opinion
of your duty, Mr. Savage.

- Yes, sir.

I have 200 civil cases on my hands.

Then I want to drain some of
the land and build a school.

On top of that, I wish to...

Mr. Savage, you know

the company's attitude perfectly well.

- Yes, sir.

Do nothing, have nothing done

and let no one do anything.

- Precisely, Mr. Savage.

Precisely.

(Bell tolling)

(Bell ringing)

Wilt thou, Sarah, take this
man to be thy wedded husband?

To live together after god's ordinance

in the holy state of matrimony?

Wilt thou obey and serve him
all the days of thy life?

I will.

May I have the ring, please?

Heavenly father, by your blessing,

let this ring be to William and Sarah,

a symbol of unending
love and faithfulness.

(Light orchestral music)

- Won't be long now.

William, what is that?

- God only knows.

No one hereabouts could tell you.

It's older than time
and just as mysterious.

It means we're almost home.

Madhya.

My district.

36 villages.

Uh, no, 35.

One burnt down in December.

The river's the seonath.

This whole area here was a
ruin when we took it over

from the bhonsles eight years ago.

Wars, civil wars, dacoits, pindaris,

every kind of robbery under arms.

- [Sarah] It's beautiful.

What is it?

What's happening over there?

(All shouting)

- I have no idea.

Ah.

There's chandra Singh.

- [Sarah] What is chandra Singh?

A maharaja?

- Only a raja.

You'll like him.

Come on.

(Speaking foreign language)

(Light orchestral music)

(All shouting)

Stand away.

Mind the step.

(Speaking foreign language)

- Thakur-ji.

- Savage sahib.

- Welcome, welcome.

- Your highness, this is my wife.

Mrs. Sarah savage.

(Speaking foreign language)

- I can see sahib has made a wise choice.

Now you must come to my house.

You are hungry and tired.

Uh, just a minute, thakur—ji.

Um, what's happening here?

Why is there a crowd?

- Oh.

I had meant to tell you about
that when we were alone.

Tell me now.

- The wife of gopal the Weaver
is going to become suttee.

- When?

Tonight.

- [Sarah] William, what
is she going to do?

- [William] I'm very much afraid

she's going to burn herself alive.

What happened to her husband?

[Chandra] Sahib, he
went away on a journey

one year ago and has not returned.

[William] Well, then she
has no proof that he's dead.

- She dreamed the same dream three times.

In her dream she saw the body
of her husband in a dark place

with a Mark on his neck and
another woman looking at him.

So she knows that he's dead

and she must go to him.

- But she's so young.

- Why do you wish to do this?

- For five weeks my soul
has been with my husband's.

Near that sun.

Nothing but this earthly frame is left.

And this I know you
will suffer to be burned

for it's not your custom
to deny if it was love.

What if your husband is still alive?

- Gopal is dead.

- [Sarah] You've got to stop it.

- [William] I have no authority.

It's not illegal.

- [Sarah] But it's barbaric!

[Chandra] You do not
understand, memsahib.

Since there's no corpse,
the woman must decide.

- [Sarah] There must be
something you can do.

There would be a riot
if you prevented it.

Of course, if she saw her husband.

- Saw him?

- Thought she saw her husband

from a distance, perhaps.

Then her dream would be false,

and her relatives would
not allow the suttee.

- But how could you do it?

- Not I, memsahib.

I do not look like gopal.

He was a tall man, yes,

but very slender.

His features were a bit like sahib's.

- It's impossible.

- No, sahib.

It is not impossible.

- Well, then, why didn't she look at me?

She saw only an
englishman with white skin.

No one need know but you and I.

I can find some suitable
clothes in the house

and we can make the stain.

No.

It won't work.

(Sighing)

- No, sahib.

It's a foolish idea, perhaps.

- William, you have to do it.

You know you do.

(Animals chittering)

(Singing in foreign language)

(Gasping)

- Gopal?

Gopah

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Gopah

Gopah

gopal.

Gopal.

Gopal.

- Ali.

Ali?

Ali.

Ali.

Ali, Ali?

Ah.

My brother.

You are late.

(Grunting)

(Singing in foreign language)

(Speaking foreign language)

(Laughing)

Look how bright the stars are shining.

Look.

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

(Horse neighing)

(Grunting)

(Screaming)

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Man] There is an approver here.

There.

(Speaking foreign language)

(Breathing heavily)

(Grunting)

(Gun firing)

(Gun firing)

- [William] Thakur-ji.

Thakur—ji.

Thakur-ji!

Thakur-ji!

- [Chandra] Savage
sahib, are you all right?

What has happened?

Murder!

Murder.

Thakur-ji!

Murder.

- [Dafaddar] Savage sahib.

[William] What is it, daffadar?

What have you found?

[Daffadar] Found nothing.

What do we do?

- Keep digging.

Dig until I tell you to stop.

Do you understand?

- [Daffadar] Yes, sahib.

What news, thakur-ji?

Have you questioned the ferryman?

- Yes, sahib.

He says he saw 12 to 13
men with an old rajput

and his two sons

go across the river yesterday afternoon.

But since then, he's seen no one.

- Terribly certain of what
you saw, savage sahib?

It was dark.

Perhaps you were mistaken.

- Of course he's certain.

- [Man] Sahib, sahib.

- What is it?

Well, don't stop, man.

Keep looking.

Look, there's more.

- It's an old grave, perhaps.

After a battle or sickness.

When there's nobody to burn the dead.

- I told you to keep digging.

- It's desecration, savage sahib.

- Do as the lord says.

- Yes, thakur—ji.

Come here.

Give me, give me that.

Move, move.

(Breathing heavily)

The rajput.

They're here, thakur-ji.

They're all here.

(Speaking foreign language)

68 people.

Perhaps more.

We can't count the bones.

Some have been here for centuries.

These robbers are
cruel and ungodly people.

Robbers?

Not just robbers.

Look for yourself.

They're all the same.

All strangled, then
gutted with these staves.

Their arms and legs

broken and folded back so they
fill the space of a child.

Ritual killings.

No dacoit has ever done that.

- Then who's done it?

- I don't know, thakur-ji.

I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

- [Daffadar] Sahib.

Over here.

Come quickly.

Sahib.

Look.

(Exhahng)

(Grunting)

Oh, dear god.

Dear god.

Maunsell.

(Percussive music)

(Speaking foreign language)

Keep those men moving.

All of them.

(Speaking foreign language)

- I swear by all the gods, sahib.

I know nothing of these men.

Nothing.

That's enough.

Corporal, take him away.

- [Man] But, your honor.

- What good is it, sahib?

They're angry and frightened.

They will say nothing.

- Well, they must know something.

I therefore take it they're lying.

All of them!

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

Sahib.

- [William] Yes, I know.

The end of my district.

But we have no right!

- Stop telling me my job, daffadar!

Come on!

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(Speaking foreign language)

Stop.

No, stay!

- Do not kill me, lord.

We thought you were dacoit bandits.

- What is your name?

Hus, Hussein.

Hussein.

Your profession?

No lies now.

I'm a Jewel carrier, sir.

These are mine.

Get up.

Get up!

A month ago you came
from madhya on the ferry

with a party of rajputs, yes?

- No, sahib.

I come from balaghat, and I go to agra.

- You're a liar!

- No, sahib.

- Savage sahib.

Savage sahib, we've got them all.

Good.

Take them all back to madhya.

- But, sahib, they don't belong...

[William] That's an order, daffadar!

- Yes, sahib.

(Speaking foreign language)

- [William] You were there
when the rajputs were murdered.

-Hmm?

- Who is Ali?

(Chucang)

Look at me, Hussein.

Look at me!

You weren't there alone.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

Well?

I'm not like the others, Hussein.

You don't frighten me.

You're just a squalid little thief.

And you murdered a British officer.

You'll hang for it!

(Spitting)

Come on.

(Groaning)

How do you think it feels
when the rope tightens, huh?

Like this?

Is this how it feels?

Huh?

Is how the men feel, the
men that you strangle?

Huh?

(Gagging)

(Coughing)

But you cannot hang me.

You have no proof.

- Oh.

- I did not kill the sahib.

- Then who did?

Who did?

- If I tell you,

if I tell you anything,

then she'll kill me.

Who will kill you?

(Percussive music)

(Speaking foreign language)

- Kali.

- Well, if you do not tell me

then I will kill you.

- I see that it is true.

I see that god

is assisting you

and Kali has withdrawn her protection

because of our transgressions.

We should not have killed the sahib.

- Withdrawn her protection from whom?

What are you talking about, Hussein?

Wh 0 are " we"?

- We are thugs, sahib.

- Thugs?

- Deceivers.

(Insects chirping)

- [William] Thug is the
hindustani word for deceiver.

He says they've been murdering
travelers for centuries.

Always under the instructions of Kali.

Who's Kali?

Their six-armed goddess of destruction.

They worship her.

Hindu and Muslim alike.

Hussein says there's killing
groves all over India.

He says he'll give me
names, places, everything.

I can start first thing tomorrow.

- Are you sure you want to?

Perhaps it's better not to know.

You wanted me to save
the life of one woman.

Should I stop now?

Should I?

When perhaps I can save
the lives of hundreds.

Thousands.

(All chattering)

Yes.

Ji, ji, ji.

(Speaking foreign language)

[Man] I was appalled

to learn of your handling
of this incident.

- But they exist, sir.

Thugs.

Deceivers.

Followers of Kali.

If I can only have some men, some help.

- You have 32 people sitting in jail

without an arrest warrant for one of them.

Don't you have any regard

for the rule of law, captain savage?

What does the rule of law
matter to a man who gets killed?

Or to his wife and children.

Or to poor lieutenant maunsell.

Sir, I beg you to understand.

No, captain savage!

I will not have one of my
officers, no matter who he is,

flouting the very laws he is
supposed to be administering.

Oh, as for your thugs, frankly.

I find it incredible.

You discover a few men murdered by bandits

and turn it into the biggest,

fantastical conspiracy in history.

Meanwhile, you neglect every
one of your proper duties.

- If you had seen the bodies,

father, you wouldn't speak like this.

Why don't you help him?

Because no one

is entitled to go outside the law.

No one.

(Sighing)

William,

I'm relieving you of your
position here in madhya.

I wish to have your formal application

before I leave in the morning.

I'm sorry.

Are you, father?

- I presume I can remain here

until my successor is appointed.

- Yes.

Yes, it will take a few weeks, I expect.

But you will have all
illegally detained prisoners

released by tomorrow.

All of them.

That is an order, captain savage!

(Thunder crashing)

(Gate creaking)

- I'm going to release you.

- Oh, no, sahib.

I have betrayed Kali.

- I have my orders.

I have no choice.

I have told you all the
secrets of the deceivers.

It is forbidden.

Kali will surely kill me.

- I also have a god, Hussein.

And my god is greater than Kali.

Just as he is more merciful.

My god protects me against Kali.

If you help me, he will protect you also.

- What must I do, sahib?

- William?

William.

(Thunder crashing)

What are you doing?

- I must become gopal again.

- What?

- I'm going with Hussein on the roads.

I have to get proof.

It's the only way.

- [Sarah] But they'll kill you.

No.

I'll travel as one of them,

as a deceiver.

- You don't have to prove yourself.

Not to me.

I know that you are honorable,

that you always do the right thing.

- But if I don't do the right thing now,

where will my honor be then?

I can't give it up.

I can't.

You must understand.

You must promise not to tell anyone.

Your father.

Sher dil, no one.

Do you promise?

(Bells ringing)

- Greetings, Ali, my brother.

- Why did he call you that?

- It is a thug password.

We're all Ali.

- Then those travelers?

- Yes, if the omens are favorable,
they will all be killed.

The path is dangerous.

Are you sure you wish to travel it, gopal?

- [William] Where do we go?

- Some distance.

We must join feringeea's party at jalpura.

He's a relation of mine.

He will accept us as gravediggers.

(Owl hooting)

The crying of an owl is a good omen.

Unless it is answered by another.

The cries of the jackal are evil.

But the ass and the crow?

They are Kali's blessings.

They bring good luck.

You must learn our signs, gopal.

- But if Kali tells you
to kill innocent men,

surely she's an evil and wicked goddess.

- No, gopal.

Kali is not evil.

Kali is beautiful.

More beautiful than any woman.

To serve her is to know ecstasy.

You will see, gopal.

You will see.

And you always kill with the rumal?

- Where did you get that?

Show me.

(Percussive music)

Take it.

- Well,

get a few rupees

and you tie them

at one end, like

this.

You wear it thus.

- What are the rupees for?

- To make it fly!

(Grunting)

(Gasping)

- Why did you not kill me?

- [Hussein] Oh, what's the use?

We're both dead already.

(Speaking foreign language)

No, no, sher dil.

Not there.

Over there.

(Speaking foreign language)

Did you not hear me?

I should like it there.

Please, do as I say.

As you wish, memsahib.

(Birds chirping)

- Jalpura.

(Mysterious orchestral music)

- Salaam, Hussein.

- [Hussein] Salaam.

- Hussein.

Hussein.

How long are you staying?

- Ah.
- Hussein, please.

Be off with you.

Gopal, this is my cousin feringeea,

the jemadar of our party

and the thakur of this village.

A very well-respected man.

- Greetings.

Ali, my brother.

Good.

Good.

Come now.

Have some food.

We must be in good spirits.

In two days' time, the hunt begins.

Hira lal.

My son.

(Laughing)

Hira lal, how you've grown.

You come and hunt with us.

(Laughing)

(Sighing)

I'll never have occasion to use it.

I just thought I ought to know how.

- It is clear that you know how.

Gopal.

But whatever you do,

do not eat the consecrated gur.

What do you mean?

It's only lumps of sugar.

You said so yourself.

Because once you've eaten it,

you will be hers.

(Speaking foreign language)

(Bell ringing)

Great goddess, universal mother,

(bell ringing)

Patron of darkness,

because thou iovest the burning ground,

I have made a burning ground of my heart

So that thou, the dark one,

haunter of the burning ground

may dance thy eternal dance.

We are thy emissaries, 0 great one,

gathered from the reaches of
thy kingdom to do thy bidding

without question or pause

to obey thy omens.

- Who's that?

[Man] Always that we may prosper.

- Piroo.

- [Man] Always.

He killed the English soldier.

- Hear the supplication of thy servant

as we invoke thy benediction.

Universal mother,

if this meditated journey of ours

is befitting in thy sight,

vouchsafe us

and Grant us

signs of thy approbation.

(Owl hooting)

(All murmuring)

(Bird crying)

- There is an approver here.

- Piroo's right.

For why would Kali not
Grant us her blessings?

One of you

has betrayed us.

(Percussive music)

(Gagging)

(Gasping)

(Neck snapping)

(Singing in foreign language)

- Oh, honor.

Great, mighty nawab.

Please stop.

[Man] What do you want?

- This is a wild place.

May we not travel with you?

You have guards and servants.

As you can see, we are unprotected.

- No, no.

Wait.

(Dreamy orchestral music)

Young man,

you like my horse?

(Laughing)

Come.

Ah.

(Bright music)

See?

See how they run?

As if the devil himself is after them.

(All shouting)

(Percussive music)

- Hurry.

We have only two hours.

(Speaking foreign language)

No, gopal!

There is nothing you can do.

Their deaths are written
on their foreheads.

- Perhaps your honor would like my son

to dance for him?

- Of course.

Come.

Dance for us.

- Hira lal.

(Light orchestral music)

(Laughing)

(Ominous orchestral music)

How bright the stars are shining.

Look.

(Screaming)
(Intense orchestral music)

(Grunting)

Gopal!

Help.

Gopah

(Laughing)

- [Man] That's mine, that's
mine, I saw it first.

That's mine.

Piroo, how many times
do I have to tell you?

Look at this!

(All chattering)

- [Man] Hussein.

Hussein.

(Vomiting)

- Your stomach is weak, gopal the Weaver.

- Not as weak as your hands, piroo.

Gopal!

Piroo!

(Laughing)

My friends.

The tupani.

The tupani.

Be careful, gopal-ji.

- Take this gur and eat it.

It is the sweetness of Kali.

Now you are hers

and she is yours.

Take this gur.

It is the sweetness of Kali.

Now you are hers

And she is yours.

(Laughing)

Manikwal!

The ruler is a fool and a reprobate.

Still we must pay to cross his domain.

It's the same everywhere.

- And the English districts?

Come.

(Gun firing)

- [William] What's happening?

- Who knows?

- [Man] See the justice of our prince!

A thief goes to execution!

(Gun firing)

A thief goes to execution.

Business as usual, I see.

- They will tie him to the ground

and then the elephant will circle him,

always in smaller circles

till there is no room left

for the beast to put his foot.

- Yes.

It is a good omen.

Let's go and watch.

You go, piroo.

We will find our quarters.

(Gun firing)

(Crowd shouting)

How long do we stay here?

- Until the feast of divali.

A week.

Then my cousin feringeea
must sell the nawab's horse

or at least exchange him for
a less conspicuous beast.

Then the thugs will go to parsola

and sell theirjewels to the bankers.

Why do you still pretend,

making notes, marking trees?

- This is my record.

It shall be introduced as
evidence at the proper time.

What pretense are you talking about?

- You have eaten the consecrated sugar.

You are no longer your own man.

You belong to her.

The beloved of Kali.

Let any man once taste that sugar

and he will be a thug.

Though he has all the wealth in the world,

anything else is pretense.

- But you can't believe that.

You turned your back on Kali.

I thought I did.

But perhaps in recruiting you

I was doing her bidding from the first.

(Crowd shouting)

- I won't kill.

Not for Kali.

(Elephant trumpeting)
(Crowd shouting)

- Greetings, Ali, my brother.

You must be with feringeea's men.

I saw you on the road.

Now I must speak with him.

- Follow me then.

What is your name, my brother?

- My name is gopal, gopal the Weaver.

From madhya.

Gopah

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Imagine, the raja of padampur has kept me

in his dungeon for half a year

and he didn't even know I was a deceiver!

So there I sat, rotting month after month

in that stupid prison.

Oh, I missed so much of the hunt.

Did you prosper?

I saw the boy astride a beautiful horse.

(Laughing)

You must have done well.

- Gopal is dead.

- Yes.

- I can hardly wait to see my wife.

She'll be so surprised to see me.

Poor woman.

She must suppose herself a widow.

(Laughing)

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

What is your name, my brother?

- Gopal.

[Gopal] What did you say your name was?

(Grunting)
(Intense orchestral music)

(Breathing heavily)

(Dramatic orchestral music)

- Gopal?

- He was the true gopal.

I had to do it.

Don't you understand?

I had to.

He was gopal.

Yes, you had to.

Now you are the true gopal.

We must hide the body.

There, under the eaves.

Gopah

help me!

(Grunting)

The saddlebags.

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

If anyone should ask about the horse,

say you know nothing about it.

After the feast, we'll
get rid of the body.

And then you must leave.

Go back to madhya.

Tell them what you have seen!

I beg you!

(Woman vocalizing)

Not yet.

- Then you will never tell them.

And I will never be safe.

The sahib would have gone back,

but gopal will not.

His heart is a burning ground.

Get out of my way.

Gopal!

(Light piano music)

Do you like Mozart?

- Where's William?

(Light piano music)

You must know.

I told you, he had to go to
gujarat on company business.

There was some trouble.

He wouldn't tell me.

- Your father's furious.

He's ordered William back to sagthali.

You mean he's ordered you to arrest him.

- I could always check, you know,

if he is at gujarat.

- Then check.

(Light piano music)

- I didn't agree with
what your father did.

I felt sorry for William.

He's a decent officer.

Better than the rest of us put together.

But if he's left you,

if he could do that...

- He hasn't left me.

I told you, he went to gujarat.

- You ought to know.

Uh, may I?

I've also been requested to
take you back to sagthali.

You can't stay here.

- Are you going to arrest me too?

That's the only way I'm
going back, Mr. Anglesmith.

(Door clicking)

Good night, Sarah.

Sher dil, what are you doing here?

I thought,

I saw a light.

I often come down, memsahib,

to see that no one is interfering

with savage sahib's property.

(Singing in foreign language)

Even though he cannot speak,

he is more than a son to me, gopal.

I remember how we killed his father.

I myself put the rumal around his neck.

And then I lifted the boy

up in my arms

and I cried out,

"he's mine.

"He's mine."

Come on, my son.

Sleep.

(Clattering)

- [Man] Be quiet.

- Why are you frightened, gopal?

We are safe here.

(Sighing)

(Laughing)

(Laughing) (Percussive music)

Look at the nice reward raja

has sent us for his fine horse.

Come.

- What's your name?

- Gopal.

- Gopal?

Haven't we met before?

No.

Uh, perhaps.

I don't know.

What does it matter?

- Nothing at all.

Nothing.

Give me a kiss.

(Dramatic orchestral music)

- [Man] Gopal.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Woman] Now I am yours

and you are mine.

Now I am yours, and you are mine.

- [Hussein] You have eaten
the consecrated sugar.

It is the sweetness of...

Now I'm yours

and you're mine.

Now I am yours.

- And you are mine.

- Mine.
- Mine.

[Sarah] Mine.

- [Woman] Mine.

- [Hussein] She is yours.

(Moaning)

- [Woman] Gopal.

Gopah

- [Sarah] Promise me you won't kill.

- [Man] Because thou
iovest the burning ground...

- [Sarah] William.

- [Man] No one is entitled
to go outside the law.

- [Woman] Gopal is dead.

- [Man] You have the gift.

[William] Should I stop now?

Should I?

- [Woman] Gopal.

- [William] I won't.

(Laughing)

(Gasping)

(Dramatic orchestral music)

- [Woman] Now you are truly the beloved.

(Groaning)

- Gopal?

- William?

(Door slamming)

(Speaking foreign language)

(Door slamming)

- Piroo has never trusted you.

He thinks you are an approver.

But the approver was
my own flesh and blood.

- Hussein?

He fled during the night.

He cannot have.

Don't worry.

We'll find him.

Where can he run?

- Please.

Please, drink it.

I have seen your husband.

- Seen him?

- In a dream.

He's in danger, memsahib.

She's with him.

- Who is with him?

I don't understand.

Please tell me where he is.

William's become gopal again.

He's traveling with the thugs.

You must find him.

He's in great danger.

I need your help.

Please, thakur-ji.

Yes, memsahib.

But why did you not tell me?

Could I not have helped him?

[Sarah] Can you not
help him now, thakur-ji?

- Yes.

I shall find the sahib, wherever he is.

I will find him.

(Clapping)

(Speaking foreign language)

- [Man] Where do you travel, feringeea?

- Parsola, to the holy shrine
of our god, your grace.

- [Man] Ah, you are pilgrims.

Yes, your grace.

- [Man] We are going to khapa
for my daughter's wedding.

It's a good marriage,

and we bring a large dowry
to the wedding feast.

Over 1,000 mohurs.

- [Feringeea] 1,000 mohurs?

A dowry for a Princess!

- [Man] Yes, it is better
to travel together.

There may be dacoits even though
this is a British district.

- [Feringeea] Yes, your grace.

It is safer to travel together.

(Speaking foreign language)

(Ominous orchestral music)

(Ominous orchestral music)

Back, pig eater.

Stay where you are!

(Gasping)

- Search their bags.

- But, sahib,

what have we done?

You were traveling with another party.

Where are they?

They rode to khapa, sahib.

They would not come with us.

- We are Jewel carriers.

- You are thugs.

This is my district, feringeea.

- Yes, sahib.

Three of the horses and 500 mohurs.

You're welcome, sahib.

1,000 mohurs.

- But, sahib-...

- 1000.

Nobody passes through my district

without my knowing it, feringeea.

Just remember that.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- Memsahib, I'm Hussein.

I will not hurt you, but
you must not cry out.

Do you understand?

- Hussein?

What has happened?

Where is he?

Tell me, please.

- He's in great danger.

Now, you must give me a
letter to your father.

The agent-sahib.

- A letter?

- Yes.

So that he will trust me.

Please, memsahib.

- Well, tell me what to say.

- Just as I say.

The sahib is traveling with many deceivers

to the Jewel market of parsola.

Your father Wilson sahib
must send the cavalry

before the sahib, your
husband, is discovered.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

- "Before is discovered."

Hussein, wait!

Show my father this.

Tell him, tell him I love him.

Tell him he must come.

- I will, memsahib.

I will.

- My horse,

I think he's lame.

(Gun firing) (Grunting)

(Horse neighing)

- Greetings.

Ali, my brother.

- Greetings to you.

Ali, my brother!

(Percussive music)

Parsola!

The end of the hunt!

(Horns blowing)

[Man] Diamonds.

Come on, gentlemen,
observe my fine diamonds.

Mann emeralds, emeralds!

(Ominous orchestral music)

Gopal-ji, you are an excellent deceiver.

Perhaps the best deceiver of all.

See.

I have brought you the approver.

Gopal, beloved of Kali.

You've eaten the gur with us.

You've killed

and been rewarded.

Our secret is safe with you.

Strangle this man.

(Ominous orchestral music)

(Grunting)

[Man] My son!

Stand back!

I will kill him!

Hmm.

Don't touch him.

Let him go.

- Stay back.

[Man] Let him go!

- Get the horses!

Quick!

- [Man] Don't kill my boy, gopal.

- [Man] Hang on to the boy!

Come this way!

To the horses!

- [Man] Take them.

(Suspenseful orchestral music)

(All shouting)

(Gun firing)

(All shouting)

Damn you!

(Guns firing)

(Grunting)

(Breathing heavily)

(Grunting)

(Breathing heavily)

(All shouting)

- [Hussein] Come out now, sahib.

Let the rumal end the hunt.

There is nowhere to go.

(All shouting)

My father was a great jemadar,

like his father before him.

(All shouting)

At first I felt pity for those we killed.

But then I saw how Kali ordained it.

(Grunting)

(Sobbing)

(Grunting)

(Breathing heavily)

(Ominous orchestral music)

Sahib, I'm your friend.

Let me do it.

(Men shouting)

(Horses approaching)

(All shouting)

(Guns firing)

(Screaming)

(Horse neighing)

(Grunting)

(Dramatic orchestral music)
(Swords clanging)

(Screaming)

(Groaning)

(Gagging)

(Sobbing)

- Shh.

It's been going on for
hundreds of years, apparently.

There seem to be killing groves the length

and breadth of India.

The company has agreed to set up an office

of thuggee extermination.

No efforts are to be spared

until this evil cult has
been finally eradicated.

On my recommendation,

colonel savage,

you will be appointed
superintendent of this office.

The high reputation you have
earned, your sense of duty

and knowledge of the people have led me

to submit your name alone

to the council of India.

I see you have a great
moral duty to perform.

- [Man] Prisoner and escort.

Right wheel!

March!

(Light orchestral music)

(Fire roaring)

(Singing in foreign language)

- [William] Because thou
iovest the burning ground,

I have made a burning ground of my heart

that thou, haunter of the burning ground

may dance thy eternal dance.

(Dramatic orchestral music)

(Dramatic orchestral music)