All language subtitles for North.West.Frontier.1959.EXTENDED.1080p.BluRay.x264.DTS

This is India.
The North West Frontier province, 1905.

A country of many religions.

Men find many reasons
for killing each other.

Greed, revenge, jealousy

or perhaps because they
worship God by different names.

Rebel fanatics are gathering in the hills.

Their objective ...
to kill a six year old boy

because he is a prince and
the future leader of his people.

His father, the Maharajah,
has appealed to us, the British,

asking us to take his son to the
garrison town of Haserabad

and then to send him from
there to safety, in Delhi.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Move out. Move out. Move out.

Move out. Move out. Move out. Move out.

Keep back. Keep back.
There's another gate along to the left!

Keep back. Manning, for heaven's
sake, keep that door open.

Move out. Move out.
Keep back. Keep back. Keep back.

I'm frightfully sorry, sir.

B Company. They certainly gave it the
right name. Have they held the last train?

No, sir. They wouldn't
have got away if they had.

Damn! We'd better report.

Still with me?
- Yes. For better or worse.

Put him down now.

Report to troop headquarters.
- Yes, sir.

He'll be all right.

Of course. His people have
always been soldiers.

Sorry, Mr Peters, there's no more I can do.
Captain Scott!

I demand protection.

Excuse me.
- and immediate escort away from this place

I am so glad you managed to get through,
we've been greatly worried about you.

Mrs Wyatt, this is Mr Bridie.
He does all the work around here.

How do you do.
- He does all the work around here.

His Excellency wanted to see
you the moment you arrive.

That's all right, Mr. Birdie.
I'll report at once.

Will you come with me please, Mrs Wyatt?

You don't seem to realise that I
am a British citizen. Look! Look!

We're all British citizens,Mr Peters, even
if we don't all have papers to prove it.

I think it's unforgivable I
wasn't warned about this.

I was only at Nurran,
there is a cable office.

Yes, but the lines were cut.

Straight into the ballroom,
please, you'll see Lady Windham.

Look here, I insist. You must take
me to the Governor at once!

I tell you Mr. Peters, there's nothing he
can do about it. The last train's gone.

I'm not blaming you, Scott.

I don't suppose having Mrs Wyatt
with you can't made it any quicker.

Oh, she did pretty well, sir.
Not my idea of a governess.

Her husband was a doctor. A fine doctor.

Saved the boy's life when he was a baby.
The Maharajah never forgot it.

We couldn't get him to leave the palace.
- I didn't expect you would.

Well, the important thing
now is Prince Kishan.

Delhi sent a special order: "Get him
out at once". It seems I've failed.

Yes?

General Ames, sir.
- Oh, come in, Charles, come in.

So you got 'em here.
A bit late late in the day.

Scott did the best he could.

Where's the boy, sir?
- In the library.

Your Highness, I am glad to
welcome you into my home.

Thank you, Your Excellency.
- He's very tired.

Mrs Wyatt, I met your husband in Bombay.

This is General Ames.
- How do you do.

I don't know if they explained
our situation to you.

The last train has gone. We held it
for His Highness as long as we dared.

I promised I'd take him to safety. It was
the last thing I promised his father.

He'll be quite safe here.
- What makes you think that?

This isn't an ordinary tribal uprising,
you know. It's something far bigger.

We have no reason to believe so Mrs. Wyatt.
- But you have reason, I'm telling you.

Princes who always fight against
each other are now on the same side.

Rasjid, Hussain, even Rahim.
- She's perfectly right, sir.

If you'd have acted on that
message I sent three days ago,

Prince Kishan would be
safe in Delhi by now.

I think we are the best judges of
that of such things, Mrs. Wyatt.

I disagree. The British never seem to do
anything until they've had a cup of tea,

by which time it's too late.

I'm sorry, but that's the way
it seems to an American.

Please forgive me. Nobody told me
you'd come. I was in the hospital.

My dear, you might have sent word.

Your Highness. Mrs Wyatt, isn't it?
Naturally I've heard of you.

How do you do?
- The child looks quite exhausted.

The same applies to you, Captain Scott.
I'm sure you must be dying for a bath.

I certainly am.
- Come along, I'll show you to your rooms.

Thank you, Captain Scott.
- You're a good soldier.

You'll have to forgive me
for speaking my mind.

I happen to believe that's what it's for.

Hussain, Rasjid and Rahim,
all fighting together.

It's possible she's wrong, sir.
- I wish I could believe she was.

Go on, Scott, go and get some rest.
- Thank you, sir.

Fire!

So, they've captured the railway gates,

which means that we're
virtually in a state of siege.

But can we hold out, that's the point?
- If we get reinforcements.

Suppose we don't?
- Then we haven't a hope.

Prince Kishan must be got out somehow.

That dispatch from Delhi made it clear

that we must save his life,
if it was the last thing we did.

It may well be the last thing we do, sir.
- Is Captain Scott here yet?

He's waiting, sir.
- Well, send him in, please.

The boy of course is only a figurehead.

Well, his family have been a figurehead,

if that's the way you wish
to put it, for generations.

In any case, it's our only chance
of restoring order in the Province.

You think he's as important as that?

This one small boy?
- I know he is.

He may be only five years old but
he's the religious and political leader

of hundreds of thousands of Hindus.
- Come in.

These rebels are Moslems.

If they had managed to kill
him as well as his father,

if they still manage to kill him, Charles,
the Hindus will have no leader.

It'll be civil war on a vast scale.
Worse than the Mutiny.

All right, Scott.
- Thank you, sir.

Scott, what are the chances of getting
the Prince through to Kalapur in safety?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wyatt, but I don't think
His Excellency requested your presence.

Surely the subject under discussion affects

me more closely than
anybody else in this room.

Mrs Wyatt's perfectly right.
Well, can you get him to Kalapur?

But I thought the last train had gone, sir.

The army doesn't always have
to rely on railway engines.

What about horses?
- No chance, sir.

We had to leave ours or
we'd never have got through.

They've got a sniper on top of every hill.
- Yes, but you did get through, though.

Yes, sir, but before they closed in.
- Yes, that's right enough.

Well, I'm afraid the Prince
will have to stay here.

He'll be quite safe though, we're
expecting reinforcements at any moment.

I'm beginning to understand
the British people a little.

What you really mean is,
it won't be safe at all

and reinforcements probably
will not get here in time.

My dear lady, you don't understand at all.

Oh, no, no, please, it's a good
way of looking at things, maybe.

It just takes a little getting used to.

Thank you, Scott.
- Sir.

It is absolutely no use your
waiting, Mr Peters, no use at all.

Well, when can I see him? Tell me when.

The Governor is very busy.
I'm sure he'll see you when he can.

I shall most certainly lodge a
complaint when I get to Delhi!

If you get to Delhi!

You see, sahib, very plenty of the steam.

Yes, but is it coming from the right
places, that's the point Gupta?

What right places, sahib? All right,
"Victoria” is old, I confess that.

But she has experience, sahib. And when
she has experience nothing can go wrong.

It is not the fault of "Victoria”, sahib.

I asked them last week, and last
month I asked them 17 times,

to give me one little day for repairs.

But no, like you, they
said "Victoria” is old.

"Victoria” is no good except for shunting.

Nobody understands what to do.

Kalapur's over 300 miles away, you know.

What 300 miles? What is 300
miles to this engine, sahib?

You know what she used
to do in the Karachi run?

Two times in one week.

One week for two times.
- Yes, but how many years ago?

Look at the boiler, sahib.
Not even one leak.

Not even an inch of
steam is escaping from it.

And when the boiler is good,
the whole engine is good.

Look for yourself, if not believing Gupta.

To be frankly, sahib, that is only the
piston bearing, which is not good.

And that is why one half of the
steam is escaping every day.

Are you sure that's all that's wrong?

Sahib, Gupta has been for 30
years in the railway train service.

You think Gupta don't know?
- No, Gupta. I think you do know.

We shall need a coach.

Coach, sahib? There is no
one but ... er ... that one.

But that's broken down.
- Broken.

What about that pair of wheels
over there. Will they fit?

Yes, sahib, they are very fitting wheels.

Tell me, Gupta, how many miles per hour
can "Victoria” go pulling just one coach?

At least 50 miles, sahib.
- 50?

Well, at least if not 50 miles,
then at least 40 miles, sahib.

And when it is mended sahib, you don't know
what speed it will go. It is very speedy.

She'll be mended and the coach.
Now, the only other problem is coal.

We'll never get enough in there.

Yes, sahib, we need five to six
times much more coal than this.

Yes, but where can we put it?
Have you a truck or something?

Ah, yes, sahib we have
got a truck in the shed.

Good. I'll get the Sappers down here right
away. And you can tell them what you want.

Sahib, you will be never sorrowful for
the judgment you are making today.

I hope you're right, Gupta.
I hope you're right.

And get that damn thing fixed, at once.
- Yes, sahib, at once.

She is like the ladies, sahib, she
shouts too much when she is happy!

Ah, come on, you must
know one way or the other.

These rumours must have some foundation.

I must say, sir, in my experience,
rumour is seldom backed by truth.

Surely you can tell us
if the Prince is here?

Of course he's here.
That's why they're attacking

the town.
- Gentlemen, gentlemen! When the time comes

you'll be told everything.
- Look, why don't you trust us?

We could help you, you know.
- Look here, we know that

they burned the palace to the
ground and killed the boy's father.

Isn't that so?
- I assure you, gentlemen,

I know simply nothing.
I'm not in a position of authority.

Sir John wants you upstairs.
- Oh, thank heavens! Excuse me.

Now, the Governor cannot
make a statement yet.

Well, just tell us this, why
is the city being attacked?

Isn't it because a British
patrol rescued the Prince

and brought him here?
- Isn't it true that this entire

situation hinges on Prince Kishan?
- His Excellencey has never denied that.

This province has been loyal to Prince
Kishan's family for hundreds of years.

While he's alive, there's absolutely no
possibility of a successful rebellion.

Then he is alive and here in
Government House, is that right?

The Governor will make a full
statement tomorrow morning.

There's no hurry gentlemen,
It's impossible for you to get

your dispatches out of the city.
The wires have been cut.

Well, in that case why
not tell us the truth?

Why all the secrecy?

Ah, Mr Peters, you wish to go to Kalapur?

Ah, yes, it is essential that I do.
I'm expected in Delhi on Friday.

You're in luck. There's a train
leaving in ... er ... just over an hour.

I hope you can fire those rifles
you're so good at selling.

The armament industry is impartial.
It always has been.

Your customers out there
aren't impartial, believe me.

Will you all sit down, please?

Sir John, there's no need
for me to go, is there?

Birdie, somebody has to be officially
responsible for the dispatch box.

Yes, I know, but ...
- I've chosen you.

Besides, I know that you'll
look after my wife for me.

Well, of course.
- Good heavens, it's not forever. You'll be back.

You'll be back. Well
the whole things settled.

I'd like you to be in
the station yard at 11:15.

You'll be in Captain Scott's hands.

I'll leave it to him to explain
what's going to happen.

I don't intend to be a schoolmaster.

But I'd like to try and
explain the position to you.

The whole point is the rebels
think that the last train has gone.

They do not know that
we have another engine.

Also, the outer gate on the
railway is in their hands.

And quite obviously shut. I ...
I'm afraid I'm not much of an artist.

Now, we hold the inner gate up here.

And between these two
gates, there's a gradient.

Now "Victoria” is a wonderful old engine,
but she makes an awful lot of noise.

Too much, I'm afraid.

So although we'll have steam
up, we're going to freewheel.

We ought to get up quite
a speed on this slope.

Enough to smash through this outer gate

before they know what's hit them.

Well, that's roughly the plan.

Oh, I admit that any number
of things can happen.

They may even have blocked the railway
line to stop reinforcements getting in.

But that's something we'll have to
face up to if and when we get to it.

So it's true. He is here.

Sorry, sir. He must have bribed
someone, he came up the back stairs.

Would you send this man away?
He worries me.

Will you please leave the
room at once, Mr Van Leyden.

You're going to try to get him out?
It's impossible.

Come on.
- All right, Scott, leave him.

All right.

Since you've discovered
both salient points yourself,

there's no need to throw you out.

By train, you want to get him out! With the
outer gate in enemy hands? What a story!

One that's hardly likely to
reach the newspapers!

No, I suppose not. Unless ...
unless I was to go on the train also.

Well, it's an idea.
I could go on the train.

There are a thousand people
out there I'd send before you.

Of course. Of course, you don't
like me, any of you, I know that.

I don't know about you, madam, how do you
do. By the way, my name is Peter Van Leyden

So now you have your story and no
chance of getting it to your newspaper,

perhaps you'll leave the room.

It's terrible to think what
would happen to your train

if all those thousands of people
down there knew about it.

They'd tear it to pieces rather
than let it go without them.

Well, of course, the gates to the
station are closed and it's all a secret.

Nobody could possibly know.

Mr. Van Leyden.

It is just possible that the newspapers of
the world should know of our predicament.

Oh, no, no no. You're perfectly
right. It's of no importance.

Mr Van Leyden?
- Yes?

You may go on the train.

Why, thank you, Sir John.
We understand each other.

Well, your luggage must be at the yard
by 11. I'll go and check the dispatch box.

Where do you think you're going?
- To get my bag, of course.

Yes, why not? That's an excellent idea.

Oh, I see. If ] go now I'll
miss that train, is that it?

Yes, Mr Van Leyden. That's it.

Oh well, in that case,
I shall have to travel light.

As a journalist I'm used to it.

Look, I couldn't wish for better company:
"The Decline and Fall of An Empire".

Roman, not British.

You haven't given me a
chance to speak to you, John.

There's nothing really
left to discuss, my dear.

You should be getting
your things ready.

They are ready but I'm not going.

This little boy's important isn't he?
Very, very important.

And yet you're prepared
to take this risk with him.

And it is a tremendous risk,
we all realise that.

We can't hold out here, isn't that it?

We have every hope.
- Hope? Everybody hopes, but ...

You're going.
- No, I'm not. I'm staying here with you.

Oh, my dear, can't you see, I've
really no right to get on that train.

Right, right! Haven't I my rights?

Am I Governor of a province for nothing?

But I can't be so selfish.

I'm being selfish, my dear.
Don't you understand,

for once, I'm being selfish.
You're going on the train and that's that.

That's that, my dear.

Your luggage has been loaded.
Will you board the train please?

Everything all right?
- Yes, sir.

You've got a complete
set of tools in there.

Crowbars, pickaxes?
Anything can happen on this trip.

Everything you can think of.
- I asked for these mountings to be fixed.

They're firing too high.

Sorry, Bill. There simply wasn't time.
- Well let's hope they keep their distance.

Good luck.
- Thanks.

Cheer up, Mr. Bridie, I'm sure those
gates aren't as strong as they look.

It's not that. It's... well,
I'd rather stay behind.

Haserabad doesn't seem to me
a very good place to be now.

It's my home.

When I shut up my little house
a few minutes ago, I ...

I don't know, I had a feeling
I'd never see it again.

Satisfied?

You trying to kill us all?
- We're trying to save you.

The British are incurably optimistic.

But you're British, Mr. Peters.
- My passport's British.

You really think we can get through?

Would I be trying it if I didn't think so?

Of course you would.
You've been ordered to try it.

Get aboard. Quickly.

How's the pressure, Gupta?

Pressure is not very
forcing to go yet, Sahib.

But it will be very
forcing in a soon moment.

Oh, do let me.

We'll be off in a few moments.
Will you all lie down on the floor, please?

It may be a little uncomfortable, but I
can assure it's absolutely necessary.

And it won't be for long.

Er, Mr Bridie, turn that lamp out please.

All being well, the train won't
have to stop on this trip.

But if it does, don't look out of the
windows, don't leave the carriage,

but put the shutters up and wait
for me to come along and report.

Right.

How is she now, Gupta?
- Now it is forcing, Sahib.

But it will be ready to go only in
a very, very soon moment now.

Lie down right here.

Oh, Mrs Wyatt, there's much more room here.

I'm quite happy where I am, thank you.

Never mind, Mr Peters, the Americans
are by tradition isolationists.

Now it is terribly ready, sahib.
Terribly ready.

Is everybody all right? Good.

We're off. For better or worse.

Ready to move off, sir.
- Good luck, Captain Scott.

Thank you, sir.

Close the fire door, Gupta.

Let her go, Gupta.

Keep down, everybody!
We'll soon be clear.

That is good gun?
- Yes, sir.

Morning, Mr Peters.
- Good morning.

Here. Sorry, it's a Lee Enfield.
The rival firm. Ten rounds.

I've never used one of these
things before in my life.

They're for killing people with.

Why do fighting men pretend to despise
those that make and sell them their tools?

A soldier's job, Mr. Peters, is not primarily to kill.
- No?

No?
- We have to keep order,

to prevent your customers from
tearing each other to pieces.

You really believe that?
- I wouldn't say it if I didn't.

No, I don't believe you would.

What I dislike about you chaps is that
you sell your stuff without discrimination.

To the other side, you mean?
You think we should be like God?

Only on the side of the British?

But the Germans, and the
Japanese and the Hottentots,

they all think God's on their side.

And so do these rebels.

They're only children.
Would you give this to a child?

They're not children. They're grown men.

Uneducated men, I grant
you, but fighting for freedom.

For the freedom of their country.
- You see?

Well, you may feel differently about it

when you get on of your
own bullets in the stomach.

If you think I'm ashamed that these
are my merchandise, you are wrong.

Men make wars, not guns.

Before there were guns, men used
swords, spears, stones, blocks of wood,

anything they could lay their
hands on. Oh, go away, I'm sleepy.

Here.

Or can't you shoot either?

Oh, yes. I can shoot.

Newspapermen have to be able
to protect themselves sometimes.

I'm not surprised if all their reports differ
from the truth as much as yours do.

Oh, you read my reports? I'm honoured.
- Of course I do.

The truth, you see is like, er, like God,
not always on the side of the British.

It pleases you to mock us, Mr. Van Leyden.

We are used to that.
Half the world mocks us.

And half the world is only civilised
because we have made it so.

Good for you, ma'am.

Excellent! Excellent!
Already we split into factions.

Our little train
trundling across this desert

is like our little world
trundling through space.

Mr Peters here will sell us guns
and we can fight each other.

Delighted.

Men are really absurd. You stand around
arguing and who does all the work?

We do, as usual.

Oh, now wait a minute. This journey's
quite dangerous enough as it is.

Well, Arizona isn't England, you know.

From the time I was 13 my father never let
me out of the house without one of these.

Could I have one?

I don't suppose I could hit anybody,
but I could frighten them to death.

Here you are, Mr Bridie.

Good Lord! I've never shot
anyone in my life, I'm afraid.

Well, with a bit of luck,
you won't have to.

Come to think of it, I once won a

cigarette case or something
with one of these on Brighton pier.

You did better than me. All I
ever won was a bag of sweets!

Here, fifteen rounds.
- Oh thank you very much.

I should think Gupta and the Sergeant
are about ready for one of these.

Would you mind, Captain?
- With pleasure.

Sergeant, tea.
- Thank you, sir.

Oh thanks, sahib. Much thanks.

This is very nice engine, sahib.
Your friends did not admit, eh?

Here. You may need this.

Gun for Gupta? Oh, no, sahib.
Gupta only engine driver.

Very good engine driver.
Thirty years on the railway service.

Yes, but It may be a question of this or
no more years on the railway service.

No, sahib. Gupta Indian.

Indian to kill Indian, not very good.

Maybe sahib think Gupta foolish?

No. I don't think you're foolish.

If other men have other religion,
why should Gupta mind, sahib?

Gupta don't mind.

Sahib! Sahib!
- There is a train stopped.

Pull up, Gupta! Pull up.

Sahib, on the other line.

The shutters up? Good. And please,
don't any of you leave the train.

No trouble, I hope.
- Nothing for you to worry about Mr. Birdie

Kumar, come with me.
- Sergeant.

Gupta, if you hear firing, get back
quickly as possible. Don't wait for us.

Yes, sahib. Gupta will do that
but sahib also to look after himself.

I'm glad to see it makes you sick.

I thought I told you to stay in that train!

I'm a newspaper reporter.
It is my duty to look.

To look and to report.
- All right Van Leyden, go on, have a look.

Have a good look!

And see what happens when
the British aren't around to keep order.

Keep order? You?

Ha-ha. You divide.

You set Moslem against Hindu.

You divide in order to rule.
That's what you do.

The Moslems were fighting the Hindus for
hundreds of years before we came to India.

And well you know it. Now
go on! Get back on that train!

All right, all right. I'm going.
I have seen enough.

You call this keeping order?

Kumar, come on.

Hey, Kumar, give me some help.

Oh, Kishan, do stop playing with that.
- Come along, Kishan,

have something to eat, my boy.

It's dangerous to stay here so long.
- Thank you.

What does Captain Scott think he's doing?

He's supposed to be protecting us.

What is it? What's holding us up?
- What's happened?

Well, come along. We can't all go and look.
- Don't.

Please, Mr Van Leyden, tell
us what's going on out there.

It's the refugee train.
- The refugee train.

It ought to be miles away.
- What's it doing here?

What did it stop for? Something wrong?
- All those poor people. Can we help?

Is there anything we can do?
- Do? Do? No, there is nothing you can do.

Any of you! Except ... except go home!

And ... and keep order at
home and stay there for good.

I'm sorry. There is nothing
we can do. They're all dead.

But there were hundreds
of people on that train.

How do you know they're all dead?
You ... you haven't had time to look.

We're moving on.

But there may be somebody alive.
We cannot go without being sure.

Please believe me, Mrs. Wyatt,
I've seen all this before.

When those devils do a job,
they do it properly.

Gupta! Move on!

Hold it! Mrs Wyatt, please
get back on the train! Mrs Wyatt!

You can hardly court martial her.
She's not one of your soldiers.

And neither are we.

If the sahib permits, then Gupta to
try bringing back the memsahib?

No, Gupta. Let the memsahib
find out for herself.

Come on. We'll move up.

Let's get on the train.

It was a chance in a million.
He was completely hidden.

The mother had covered him with her body.

Nobody could have ...
- Please don't make excuses.

I was wrong and that's that.

Where's Kishan?

I thought it better if he, er,
shouldn't see the, er ...

We must find somewhere
to put the little blighter.

I think I have just the thing.
Come and have a look.

That was a very courageous
thing to do, my dear.

It's a funny thing, but the fellows always
used to pull my leg about this case.

"There goes Bridie with the
baby,” they used to say.

Looks as if they were right., doesn't it?

Now, what do you think of that?
A perfect cot for him, eh?

Give him some of these to make it soft.
- Yes.

How's that?
- That's excellent.

One life saved...and thousands lost.

Shall we give him a pillow
for luck, Lady Windham?

Naskar. The driver of that
engine was a friend of myself.

Thirty years on the railway train service.

He had four small children, sahib.

You know, sahib.

Sometimes I want to get hold
of my people, all my people,

and beat their heads together.
To put little sense into them.

Come on, Gupta. What's the matter
with her? She's hardly moving.

She can do better than this.

"Victoria"” is old, sahib.
She is totally doing her best.

Well, her total best isn't good enough.

But there is no more of the steam.

Then you must find some.

Gupta! You cant stop wherever you like!

You're under army orders now.
- No army orders.

She cannot do it! She will not do it!

You promised me she'd get to Kalapur.

Yes, she'll go to Kalapur,
but not with this.

Is that all? Now don't you ever
frighten me like that again.

We'll soon get that off.

Sergeant.
- Sir.

Bring up the spanners.
- Yes, sir.

And a couple of crowbars.
- Yes, sir.

We're stopping for a few minutes,
to do some minor repairs.

Oh, we seem to stop
every two or three miles.

I don't know when Captain Scott
proposes to get us to Kalapur.

He'll get you there all right, Mr Peters.
That's all you need worry about.

Er, Mr Van Leyden,

would you mind passing me my case? It's
just on the race there, above your head.

Yes. That's it.

Thank you.

Ah. Thank you. I think the boys on
the engine could do with a drop too.

I'll bring it...

I'm sorry.

About the baby? You needn't be.

It was a fine thing to do.
- That's not why I did it.

You'd have to go too far
back with me to understand.

I think I do understand.
You were married to a doctor.

A very fine one from all accounts. A man
who died trying to save people's lives.

It's impossible to be married to a man
like that without living up to his ideals.

I'm right, am I not?

You're right but for all the wrong reasons.

I didn't live up to them.
I think I hated them.

I hated the squalor and the dirt and
the places we had to go and live.

I hated his being a doctor at all.

I even left him once and
went back to the States.

One does learn, though.
Even if it is a bit late in the day.

Does that make sense?

Yes, it makes sense. I may be one of
the brutal and licentious soldiery

but I'm not a complete blockhead, you know.

He would have been as surprised
as you to see me on that train.

Anyway, how is Young India?
- Oh, fine.

How are we going to feed it?

Mr Bridie has a clever idea to ...
to do with a leather glove.

If we had a leather glove.
- Well, Lady Windham has.

She has everything tucked
away in that handbag of hers.

Smelling salts, playing cards,
iodine, bandages.

Even the latest edition
of The London Times.

How about that drink for the boys?
And I could do with a good cup of tea.

Coffee? Or would that bring the
Empire crashing down around us?

Tea.

You were happy in Haserabad,
weren't you, Mr. Bridie?

Oh yes, it's my home,
I've lived there for 21 years.

I was happy there too.

It's a little bit different for you, Lady
Windham, if you don't mind my saying so.

I've only a half-sister in England.

Lives just outside Birmingham.
We've never been very close.

I don't think her husband likes me much.
So really, you see, well ... I'm alone.

It's not so very different
for me, Mr. Birdie.

I have a few relations in England of
course. More than just on sister but ...

I even had to leave my old dog behind.

Not much of a dog, I dare
say, but, well, he was mine.

I had to leave my husband behind.

Oh, Lady Whindham, I'm ...
I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

You had your home in one
place for 20 odd years.

For 20 odd years, I haven't had a home.
- Yes.

Just a succession of big houses
that haven't been very easy to run.

My husband has been my home.
- Yes.

Wherever he is.
- I'm sorry. Lady Windham,

please. How could I have been
so thoughtless? Please forgive me.

Oh, don't be silly, Mr Bridie.
- Can I get you some water, Lady Winham?

How about a drop of whisky?
There's some in the van.

Lady Windham, what's the matter?

There's nothing like a woman in tears
to stop a man feeling sorry for himself.

Mr Bridie? He certainly doesn't
seem sorry for himself now.

Your husband will be all right.
I'm sure he will.

There we are, Lady Windham.
Oh, dear me! That was a near one.

Oh thank you. That's better.

It's rather strong.
- Some more water?

Good gracious, I'm not complaining.
- Oh, Mrs Wyatt, what about you, a little?

Oh no, thank you.
I'm supposed to be fixing tea.

Leave it to me.

There you see, he's quite happy now
he's doing something for somebody else.

You've been married, my dear, you
should know that much about men.

Maybe a doctor's wife doesn't see
enough of her husband to find out.

He was one of his patients, you know.

He was so thin and wasted like a
starved little frog. Look at him now.

The railway line is broken, sahib.

Reverse, quick! Back in the tunnel.
- Yes, sahib.

Sergeant, the Maxim.

Damn! I beg your pardon.

They've blown up the line.
Shutters up, please.

Of course, it may be nothing
to do with us at all.

It may be something that
happened a few days ago

to prevent reinforcements getting in.

What are we going to do?
We can't just sit here.

Can't we? We certainly can't go forward.

And going back would appear
to be out of the question.

It really seems to be a most, er ...
interesting er ... military problem.

Or, perhaps, just a matter of common sense.

Now, let's see.

The Duffadah will have to stand guard
with the Maxim. That leaves six men.

And we can replace that blown section

with a new length of rail
taken from behind the train.

Don't be silly, it's impossible.
- No, it's not, it's been done before.

Thank you, Mr Bridie.
Now, this is what we're going to do.

We'll move the train right
forward to the damaged rail.

Surely It would be safer to leave
the ladies here, in the tunnel.

Yes, but that would give us 200
yards of open country to cover.

And anything can happen out there,
we may need all the cover we can get.

All right. Any more questions?
Good. Let's get on with it.

Oh, dear me, I hope there's some
more of these somewhere.

I've an idea a cup of tea
might come in handy.

Well, it looks clear enough.

And as Mr Peters so wittily
put it, we just can't sit here.

Look!

What is it, Kishan? What did you see?
- Something moved.

Are you sure? Where? Show me.
- Up there.

What was it?

What did you see? Was it a man?
- I don't know.

You'll have me doing it next.

Don't come out till I call you,
and then make it quick.

Kumar! Spanners, turnkeys, crowbars.

Excuse me, Lady Windham. I should
advise you two gentlemen to do the same.

I think it might be pretty hot out there.

A master of understatement.

It's an old English pastime,
didn't you know?

Right, gentlemen. Out. Come on! Come on!

Good for you, Mr Bridie.

Armament merchants first.
- Come on! Come on!

Well, if there is anyone out there, this is
the moment they've been waiting for.

Why not send one of the Indians?
- Mr Peters!

You that place, sahib.

Where you going, sahib?
This one yours. This one yours, sahib.

Oh, no, no. Not that way, sahib. This way.
- Oh.

Van Leyden, for heaven's sake!

Don't you want posterity to know
what a resourceful hero you are?

We want help now.

You know what you sound like?
The empire builder in distress.

I am coming.

Oh, I really find it quite pleasant to
be out of the train, Captain Scott.

Huh. You wait till you
start lugging rails about.

Strangle that, Gupta!

I thought "Victoria"” was on our side.

Quick as you can, gentlemen.

Leave the shutter alone, Kishan.

Come and sit over here Kishan, and
we'll build a card house, shall we?

I'll show you how.

Now, gather up the cards first.

Now we'll start on the
second floor, shall we?

That's right, now you
put your wall up there.

Hup.

Thank you. Hup.

Now then, shall we put one
roof there? Now yours.

Ah.

This is now a most intriguing
situation, Captain Scott.

No rail in front and no rail behind.

What happens if you are attacked?

Trust you to think of that one.

Now we've got two floors. Now we'll
try and Let's get another. Shall we?

Oh! Dear, we shall have to
start that one again, won't we?

Look. There it is.

A heliograph.

What does that light mean?
- It means they've found us.

Ought we to open fire?
- It's a waste of time at this range.

We'll have to work fast. Come on.

Now come and sit down here, Kishan.
- Why?

Just do as you're told, darling.
Right in this corner.

Right, Mr Bridie. Back to the coach.
I'll put the two last bolts in the other end.

Back in the carriage quickly.
Keep your heads down!

Gupta, get back!

Dakhtar, covering fire!

Oh, my father God, don't be
careless to save your Indian son.

Advance.

Right, Gupta, get moving!

What's the matter old fellow? You been hit?
- Yes, sahib.

But he was careful only to hit
me only at the foot of the leg.

And a little bit in the arm also, sahib.

That is all.
- Oh, we'll soon fix you up.

Another couple of miles, we'll be down
on the plain. We can relax a bit, I hope.

Yes, sahib. And Gupta will have to
teach you to drive "Victoria”, sahib.

Can you keep your eyes
open a few moments?

I want to see how they are in the coach.

Yes, sahib.
- You did well.

Pressure's dropping.
- "Victoria" wants water, sahib.

How far is the next station?
- Jamshara. Twenty miles distant.

Will she make it?

Oh, yes, sahib, she will
make it, but slowly slowly.

How's that?

That's very all right.
Sahib is engine driver now.

This time tomorrow, we'll
have you in hospital, Gupta.

Oh, no, sir. Gupta does
not like to live in hospital.

Why not?

Those nurses there, sahib,
they are not woman.

Ooh, you'd be surprised.

She is going too quick, sahib.
The compression is losing.

Good. "Victoria" talks to me.
I understand her language.

Well, it's just as well, because I
can't understand a word she says!

Oh, this is ridiculous.
It'd be quicker to walk.

There's nothing to stop
you walking, Mr Peters.

I don't know why the
British buy these things.

Our models are twice as good.

Twice as good? Oh, I see ... er ...you
mean it can kill twice as many people.

Exactly. And twice as fast.
It's an ingenious piece of mechanism.

But this thing...

It won't fire again?

No. Not a hope.

Now this you might call a ... an
ingenious piece of mechanism.

It's a life saver too. Not a life destroyer.

I'm surprised to find you a sentimentalist.

Most ruthless men are sentimental.
I don't know why.

Me, ruthless? What makes you say that?

The things you write.
Crude sensationalism.

I'm very flattered that you're such an ...
such an attentive reader of my work.

Reading newspapers is
like everything else in life.

One must take the good with the bad.
The informed and the shoddy.

Thank you.

You do an awful lot of harm.
You know that, don't you?

Sometimes I think you're
even inciting violence.

The cure for some diseases
is often violent and painful.

War is like that.
But it's sometimes the only cure.

I'm sorry. I was just quoting
from one of my shoddy articles.

Is the engine driver still
sitting out in the sun?

Yes.
- That wound will dry up superficially,

then heaven knows what
will happen in this climate.

When can I drive the engine?
- Later. Tomorrow perhaps.

Will you ask Captain Scott?
- No. You ask him yourself.

No, you. He likes you.

Ha-ha. Does he now?

Perhaps you had better take this out to him
It might help to keep the sun off a little.

I'll take it.

Captain Scott?

Lady Windham says the driver must
keep that wound out of the sun.

You see, I told you, she has everything.

Here you are, old Gupta.

I hope none of your fellow engine
drivers see you looking like this.

No, sahib. They will be
calling me Lady Gupta!

All set for Henley Regatta.
- Who is Henry Regatta, sahib?

He says, "Who is Henry Regatta?”

It's not a who, Gupta. It's an occasion.

When all the most sahib sahibs in
England get themselves together,

dress up in a lot of silly little hats and
row themselves up and down a river.

That is very funny. Why do they do that?

Why? Why, indeed?

You may well ask. I don't know.

It's one of the things I joined
the army to get away from.

Pressure's up.
- Oh!

There's an attractive little
song that goes with it.

Da, da, da, da, da-da, da.

And a hay harvest breeze.

Blade on the feather

Shade off the trees.

Swing, swing together.

With your bodies between your knees.

Swing, swing together.

With your bodies between your knees.

Swing, swing together.

With your bodies between your knees.

All together now!

Da, da, da, da, da-da.

Da, da, da, da, da-da.

Blade on the feather.

Shade off the trees.

And we'll swing, swing...
- Oh, mind your business, sahib!

Harrow may be clever

Rugby may make more row.

But we'll row, row forever.

Steady from stroke to bow.

And nothing in life shall sever

The chain that is round us now

And nothing in life shall sever

The chain that is round us now.

I'll have to stop her, Gupta
- No, sahib.

If you stop her now,
she will never start again.

Then we'll take a chance.

We'll give them a short burst
with the Maxim as we go through.

If there's anyone there, they'll
know we mean business.

Sergeant, keep a good look out.

Keep down, everybody in the coach!

Kumar, come and help.

Sergeant, follow me.

They've certainly made
a shambles of this place.

Sahib to please see if they
have not spoilt the well of water.

And also if the pump is working.

Well, if it isn't, it's a
long walk to Kalapur.

Sergeant, get up on the roof.
Keep a look out. Quickly. Quickly.

It's all right, everybody.
It's quite safe to come down now.

Er ... Mr Peters, Van Leyden.

Search about for some wood, please
and take it to that pump house.

I'm going to try and light that boiler.

Careful, sahib. Careful.
- Uh, huh.

If I can get the pump to work,
we're going to get some water.

But we've got to get it from
there over to the engine.

So if you'd all look around for something
to carry it in, it would help a great deal.

Oh, and Mr Van Leyden.

Unfortunately, your
survival depends on ours,

so, if you don't mind, some wood.

How are you, Gupta?
- I am not very well, memsahib.

But I will be very well in a
very soon moment now.

You really should be in the coach where
we can make you more comfortable.

Oh, no, memsahib,

Gupta must stay with his engine till
Scott sahib becomes engine driver.

And that will also be
in a very soon moment.

Don't go far, Kishan. Stay near the train.

Oh, memsahib, er, you have
first time come to Gupta's engine.

You must not go back empty handed.

Gupta must give you something.
Indian custom.

Bucket for water, memsahib.

Thank you. Put it down there, will you? If
this works, we'll probably get some water.

And if it doesn't?
- Then we'll stay here until they kill us.

It would be preferable,
then, that it works.

It's all right, I think.

Stand clear of that wheel.
It'll make mincemeat of you.

Come on, old girl.

Good. Outside.

Keep that fire going, Van Leyden.

There it is. Fill your buckets.
Kumar, come and help.

Sergeant, keep a good look out.

Gupta, where does the old
girl like to take her drink?

She drinks up on the roof, sahib.
- Right.

Over here!

Kishan, you're all wet. Go over there
and take your shoes off and play.

Thank you, Mr Bridie.
Two more like that and we're away.

Oh, you look surprised.
- Why I am, to see you working so hard.

Everybody can if they have to.

Does that mean the armament
business is hard work?

Good heavens, no!
People are always fighting each other.

We are the only salesmen who are
actually pursued by our customers.

I have worked hard though at other jobs.
- Well, what other jobs, Mr Peters?

Well, for many years I devoted myself to
the business of marrying a rich woman.

Oh, truly, it's very, very difficult.

Did you succeed?
- Ah, with my charm? Of course I did.

But you know, it's a funny thing.
A man can keep a woman,

but a woman can't keep a man.

Poor Vera, I ended up despising by her.
Myself too, come to that.

But it wasn't a good job anyway.
Too much hard work.

Kishan!

Stand away from that. What the devil
do you think you're doing?

You ought to have more sense.
- Don't fuss. I was looking after him.

Come on, back on the train. You too.

All aboard, please! Sergeant, come on down.

Right, Gupta. Kalapur.
- Kalapur, sahib.

Would you like a drink of water, Gupta?

No water, memsahib. No water.

Try to sleep.

I understand
I will like hospitals after now.

How's Gupta?
- Not too good.

A bit of a fever, I think. We shouldn't
have let him stay out so long.

Good heavens! Who's driving the train?
- The gunner, ma'am.

Ooh, is that safe?
- I think so.

"Victoria” is most intelligent.

Whisky?
- Oh, why not?

Thirst comes with the setting of the sun.
- How true. Cheers.

Have a whisky?
- No, thank you.

Oh, come on. Do you good.
-I ... I don't drink.

What? And you a journalist?
- It's not an essential part of the job.

No? You surprise me.

Oh, come on. To show
we're all very good friends.

I said no, didn't I?

Mr Van Leyden, are you
a Moslem, by any chance?

Now, why should you say that?

Because you won't touch alcohol

and because this morning you were most
unwilling to give Lady Windham her case.

Her pigskin case.

Yes, I am a Moslem, as it so happens.

A Dutch Moslem.
That's a bit unusual, isn't it?

Not so unusual, no.
Many Dutch Indonesians are Moslems.

Are you an Indonesian, Mr Van Leyden?
Or half Indonesian?

Yes, I am.

Don't see why an Indonesian
should he quite so anti-British?

Indonesian, Dutch, British, Christian,
Moslem, what has it got to do with it?

I merely sympathise with small minorities
fighting the aggression of big nations.

In any case, the accident of my
birth have nothing to do with you.

Any of you!
- You're perfectly right. I'm happy to say.

You're being slow, young man. Snap.

A very ill-natured fellow.
- Snap!

Cigar?
- No, thank you.

You should not be so touchy.
There's no harm in being a Moslem.

One would think there
was from your attitude.

Not all Moslems are in
sympathy with the rebels.

Thank you very much.
- But some are.

Oh. Are you?

Me? What are you driving at? I'm no Moslem.

Moslem or no Moslem, after all, you
are the man who sold them the arms.

In my opinion people in glasshouses
should mind their own bloody business.

And I mean bloody!
- How dare you!

You should not be so touchy.

I think I'll change my mind.
I'll have that cigar after all.

You ought to be getting some sleep.

Pass me over those scissors, will you?

He's a lot tougher than he looks.

Anything else?

Yes, put a little water in here, would you?

You're the first American woman
I've met. Are they all like you?

Why? How do I seem?

Well, shall we say a little bit
more independent than most?

Oh, is that the tactful English way
of saying you think I'm pigheaded?

Let me ask you something.
Why did you join the army?

Is that such an odd thing to do?
- It's a crazy thing to do.

Come on. Tell me why.

Well, let me see now.

When I was eight years of age, my dear old
grandfather gave me a box of tin soldiers.

And you've been playing
soldiers ever since.

If you like to put it like that, yes.

Don't you ever ... ever
feel it's rather a waste?

Well, after all, we were all put
on earth with minds of our own.

Why hand yours over to somebody else?

Why can't a soldier have
a mind of his own, too?

Well can he? When he spends his
life taking orders from other people

whether he agrees with
them or not, like a machine?

We're not machines. We're human
beings, like everybody else.

A soldier can never be
that, not in the fuller sense.

Human beings have responsibilities.

Well, don't you call this
train load a responsibility?

Oh, not yours.

The Governor ordered
you to get us to Kalapur.

If you fail, the responsibility's his.

Well, thank you for that!

Thank you very much indeed,
for that most comforting thought.

It's not that I'm not grateful to you for
saving me. I ... I am, I told you that.

But it doesn't alter
my opinion of soldiers.

Are you one of these emancipated
women we're having trouble with at home?

Well, I might be. What's wrong with that?
- Oh, they're just a lot of cranks.

A woman who has a mind
of her own is a crank?!

Well, I think men who spend their
lives obeying orders are cranks!

Look, you just can't go around doing what
you like in life. My job is to obey orders.

Like an animal in blinkers.
- I do so agree with you, Mrs Wyatt.

Have you been there...?!

If you've ... I'd like to punch you
on the end of your interfering nose.

No. Actually, I was going
through for a smoke.

Er ... never mind, the front
observation platform is now vacant.

Thank you.

Mr Van Leyden, how about a
cup of tea before we turn in?

Thank you.

You know, er, I think Mr Peters was wrong
to say the things he said to you just now.

Mr Peters is perfectly entitled
to think and say what he likes.

It's of no importance to me. I didn't mind.

You looked as if you did. You still do.

Do I? Is there any sugar?
- Oh, how silly of me. Of course.

Back to the footplate.
Good night, Van Leyden.

Good night.
- Good night, Mr Bridie.

Good night, Captain Scott. Don't stay out
there too long, you must get some sleep.

Good night, ma'am. Try and get some rest.

Is that enough?

Yes.
- Oh!

You know, I ... I've got, er,
a lot of friends back home

in Haserabad who are of mixed blood.

Don't be shy, Mr Bridie.

They are half-breeds. So am I.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Yes, that's what I tell them.
They're charming people.

I do hope they're all right.

They are charming to you
because you are charming to them.

Oh, no, no, that's nothing to
do with it. They're my friends.

I told you, they're my friends.

Mm. Half-breeds in this country,
Mr Bridie, are hungry for friends.

They spend most of their time worrying
about what they are, and what they are not.

I think it's degrading.

I'm not ashamed to be what I am.
I think I'm all right.

I have a certain amount of power, you know.

I don't think power has anything
to do with it, Mr. Van Leyden.

Oh, yes, it has. It is vital.

If people know that you can hit back,
they're careful how they treat you.

Oh you mustn't be angry with her,
she's one of the old school.

I'm not angry.

In fact, I ... er ... I rather admire her.

She's proud, tough, ruthless.
Unashamedly patriotic.

A real pain in the neck.

Oh, His Highness!

I am sorry. I cannot rise
to bow to His Highness.

When did you ... when did you
learn to drive the engine?

Oh, I was same old as Your Highness.
Er ... My father taught me.

He was also engine driver,
like your father is King.

Don't you want a bigger engine now?

Oh no, His Highness, I am
in the habit of "Victoria" now.

Bigger engines only bring troublesomeness.

When people become unsatisfactory with
small engines, they want bigger engines.

But one morning there are no bigger
engines, than the very big ones,

and people again becomes unsatisfactory.

So why not have small
engines and be satisfactory.

Gupta, your ... your English is hopeless.

Yes ... yes, His Highness.

But I am doing practice with Scott
sahib now. His English is very hopeful.

Come along, Kishan.

We're stopping.
- Oh yes, It's the Kukpra Bridge.

It's almost five years since I was here
last on my way home from leave.

Quite a contrast.

Sergeant!

This time it's the bridge.

They've blown it up or
a section of it anyway.

I'll have to ask you to get
down and walk for a bit.

Walk? But if they've blown up,
what are we going to walk on?

Well, luckily these chaps aren't
too clever with explosives

and the force has all
gone down instead of up.

We're still left with a couple of rails.
There still bent but they're still there.

The trouble is there's
nothing supporting them.

We're going to walk along a rail
with nothing to hold on to?

Well it's only two or three yards.

It won't be easy, and it won't be
pleasant, but I think you can do it.

But, Captain Scott, isn't there a chance
that this might be another ambush?

A chance, ma'am, yes, but I don't think so.

I don't think this was designed for us.
I think it happened two or three days ago.

All right. You say we can walk across.
What happens then?

If the supports have gone it won't
take the weight of a train, will it?

I think they were trying to
stop the heavier traffic.

Ammunition trains, refugee
trains, and things like that.

I think there's enough left to
bear the weight of old "Victoria”.

Anyway, it's a risk we'll have to take.
There's no alternative.

And if it is an ambush?

Well, I'll send the two soldiers
on ahead with the Maxim gun.

And they can give us
covering fire if necessary.

Come down on the bridge
as soon as you're ready.

Kumar.

Sergeant.

Let me have the baby now, please.

Thank you.

Well, that, of course is the army. I don't
expect you'll find it as easy as all that.

Now... Any volunteers?

Good for you, Mr Peters.
Now don't look down.

Right.

Good.

Ma'am?

Step up on the rail. Don't look down.

Good for you, ma'am.

Mr Bridie?

Now, sir, on the rail.

Don't look down.
- Oh dear!

I can't move.
- It's all right, sir.

Ha-ha-ha. Good for you!

Go on. Captain Scott won't let you fall.

Look, I'll show you.
If I can do it, I know you can.

Don't look down.

Good girl. I'll cross and you pass
the boy over, Van Leyden.

Thanks.

Right. Let's have him.

Now, then. Look at me, young fellow.

Keep looking at me.

Now hold him out.

Reach out.
Right. Hold him out, Van Leyden.

Well, reach out with him, man!

Look at me, young fellow.
That's a good boy.

Don't look down.
Come on, man. Stretch out.

Peters, get my waist.

Hold him out!

Well, what's the matter with you?
Stretch him out!

Grab the boy!

Come on.

What the devil do you think your doing?
- Please!

Please nothing.
You deliberately held that boy short.

What was that? You nearly dropped him
and you have the audacity to blame me?

That's how you wanted it to look.
- Don't be childish!

And what went on in the pump house
with that ruddy great flywheel?

Pump house? Pump house? What ...
what is he talking about? Let go of me.

Oh, no, Mr. Van Leyden. I'm not letting
you go. You're a Moslem, aren't you?

I was wondering when you'd
bring that up against me.

And the people who want to kill
that little boy are Moslems too.

Kumar! Come back quickly.

I'm putting you under close arrest.

You do that Captain Scott and I'll ...

I'll put you into every newspaper
from Calcutta to Berlin.

That's a risk I'll have to take.

You disappoint me, I ...

I really thought you had a brain in
spite of being a professional soldier.

Yes. I am a professional soldier.
- And I am a professional journalist!

I warn you, you are overstepping
your mark. I'm ...er ...

I'm a free journalist!
My ... er ... my job is to report!

And my job is to get that
boy to Kalapur in safety.

The man's a maniac.
The sun has gone to his head.

Oh, madam, don't you hold
that boy round the neck, or

he'll say you're trying to strangle him.

Kumar, seize that man.

All right, Captain Scott.

You seem to be determined to
get yourself into the headlines.

But you will regret this.

Let go.

Look, aren't you imaging things?

Will you please get off the bridge,
all of you.

There may be a dozen rifles aimed at you at
this moment. Now, please, leave the bridge.

Anyone can slip on a rail three inches
wide. That's no proof that he's a murderer.

Oh, surely you didn't have
to arrest him? We're ...

we're all together in the coach,
we could have watched him.

Oh, for heaven's sake!
Look, I could be wrong, very wrong,

but we can't take a chance
with this boy's life.

Now, please, leave the bridge.

Oh, please take him off the bridge.

Will it take the weight?
Are ... are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. It's a hobby of mine
driving trains over blown-up bridges.

Oh, stop behaving like
an overgrown schoolboy!

Well, how do you want me to behave?

Do you want me to tell you
there isn't a hope in hell?

I've got to do this job, remember.
This time it's my responsibility.

I don't know whether it's a human
problem or a military one.

You can work that out. Peters.

Your best chance is to take it fast.

Nonsense,the vibration will
break up the structure. Look at it.

I disagree. There's less dynamic
weight on any one ...

Who's doing this? You or me?

All right?

Well... Here we go.
- Careful, sahib.

Stand by, Gupta. This is it.

Hold, sahib, hold.
Don't speedify. Don't speedify.

Now totally.

Very slowly, slowly.

Very little bit more.

A little bit more.

Yes. Very slowly, sahib.

It is right. Right.

Don't worry, Gupta. She'll make it.

She is made, sahib. She is made.

Good driving, sahib. Oh, sahib!

I'm sorry about this, Mr Van Leyden.

I feel sure there'll be a
satisfactory explanation.

We made it!

Oh!

Sit down.

Captain Scott.
- Yes, ma'am.

I want you to know that I think you
acted very wisely over Mr. Van Leyden.

Well, if I didn't, I'm in the soup.

Gupta.
- Yes, sahib?

Is the old girl ready to go, or
does she need a breather?

She's not a young man like you, sahib.
She needs some steam now to go.

How long?

Oh, not more long than five minutes.
- Right.

Hello. Isn't this carrying your celebrated
dislike of soldiers a little too far?

What do you mean?
- Well, looking so blooming miserable,

just because I didn't end up as
mincemeat down in the valley.

Ha-ha-ha. Now you look like an abandoned
woman! I always thought you were.

Oh, well, I hope there
aren't any more bridges.

You know, you really had me scared.

Well, I can promise you,
I was scared myself.

Are you sure about Mr Van Leyden?

I ...I mean won't you get into
a lot of trouble if your wrong?

Wouldn't you like to see me
drummed out of my regiment?

Paraded before the troops.
Medals torn off my manly bosom?

I should have thought that would
have been just your cup of tea!

They don't really do all that, do they?
- Why, of course they do.

Then my best friend calls on me in my
quarters, hands me a loaded revolver

and says, "Carruthers, it's the
only way out for a gentleman”.

Catherine ...

Thank you, Captain Scott.

William Charles Willoughby. Take your pick.

Oh, Willoughby, definitely!

Oh, dear me, it does seem a pity.

I mean, I know Mr Van Leyden's a difficult
man and we've had our differences,

but after all we've been through

it would have been nice to have
finished the journey together.

Can I blow the whistle?
- Not till we get down on the plain.

When I grow up,
I will buy my own engine.

That's a good idea. Come on.
Stand over there. Watch me.

At last little Kishan has got his way.

Your play, Mr Bridie.
- Mm. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so slow.

Do you think they've tied him up?

You really must stop
worrying about Mr. Van Leyden.

I'm sure Captain Scott
knows what he's doing.

Yes, of course, but it
seems a bit extreme to me

shutting him up like that.
After all, what can he do?

Well the idea of shutting him up

is so that we don't have to find
out what he can do, Mr. Bridie.

I don't suppose he's
even got anything to read.

Well, what in heaven's name
does reading have to do with it?

Captain Scott thinks he
tried to kill Kishan.

What else can he do but lock him up?

Oh, Mrs Wyatt, it is clear you do
not understand the British mentality.

While Van Leyden was a Dutch journalist,
Mr Bridie here disliked him intensely.

As soon as he discovered
he was a half-breed,

Mr Bridie, began ... well ... felt
a certain sympathy for him.

Now that you all suspect him of being
anti-British, fanatic and maybe a murderer,

Mr Bridie will start crusading for him.

He has become an underdog
and the British love underdogs.

It's better than kicking them, Mr. Peters.

That tells us how much steam
is in the boiler. Voom voom voom!

Don't move.

Oh, let me ... er ...
let me fill the jug, shall I?

Oh, thank you.

So it is true, Mr Van Leyden.

Stand up where I can see you.

All of you.

The boy too.

He's not here. He's out on the engine.

You. Call the boy.

Call him.
- No. Don't.

If you think you can get away with this...

I can and I will and there
won't be any witnesses.

Even if you succeed, there is still the
other soldier. He controls the engine.

He will obey this.

Call that boy.
- No.

All right. Don't call him.

He won't stay out there forever.

If you must massacre us all...

you'd better first remove
your safety catch.

Keep back!

May I drive the train?
- Presently.

When?
- When I say so. Here, have a go.

You were sent, right from
the beginning to do this.

You find that strange?
- The man's mad.

Not madder than you are.

Like you ladies and gentlemen,
I believe in my country.

You are Dutch.
- I am Indian. My mother was Dutch.

I'm just one of the half-breeds
you despise so much.

What does killing us prove?
That you're not a half-breed?

It proves that I am a true Moslem.

That I care enough to fight
and maybe even to die for my faith.

For a country that will be all Moslem.
A free country and I will belong there.

Are you capable of understanding that?

You're a criminal. You belong in jail.

I find the moral indignation of
an armament peddler rather touching.

Look.

Mrs Wyatt. That lamp. Turn it up.

We will be passing through more tunnels

and would I hate to leave
you all standing in the dark.

Do as I say.

Stop

or I'll shoot you ... you traitor.

If the killing of children is patriotism
then I would rather be a traitor.

Gupta, why didn't you go?

He would have killed you, memsahib.
- Yes. I ... I would have killed you.

"Memsahib.”

Don't!

I've had enough tricks.

He's choking!

See to it!

Did you like that?

Prince Kishan is never going
to walk through that door.

And neither is Captain Scott.

Time will tell.

I'm going to scream long before they
get here. I'm going to warn them.

You're afraid, aren't you?

It can't be easy to kill
a child in cold blood.

And the refugee train.

When you came back from it
you were as sick as any of us.

It was a ... a useless slaughter.

Isn't killing always useless?

Has the taking of a human life
ever solved any problems?

It has and it will again.

I... I like children as much as
you do, but that one boy...

My God, don't you understand?
That one boy, he's a ... he's a symbol,

He's a ... an outworn tradition that
stands between my country and freedom.

I shall kill him.

I must kill him in order to
save the lives of thousands.

One life will be lost, one life, one Indian
life lost, but thousands will be saved.

Stand back! Stand back from that door!

Tea time, young fellow.

Can I come back later
and drive the engine?

Of course. I promised
you, didn't I? Ticklish?

Ah. Can you box?

Sergeant, take over
the driving of the train.

Watch the steam pressure carefully.

Look at it. Look.

Not a sound from any of you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

How can you drink tea with dirty hands?

Wait a minute.

And not a move from any of you.

Don't scream. I will not kill
you if you don't scream.

Don't come in!
- Down, everybody!

Gupta!

Tell the Duffadah not to stop. It's a trap!

It's no good, Van Leyden.
You can't depress that gun any more.

Help Kumar.
- Oh dear. I think I've been hit.

Oh, yes. Yes, you have.

Now, we'll soon have
this cleaned up for you.

Good heavens! They're not on the roof?

Am I losing much blood?

Oh, it's only a scratch. You'd have
hurt yourself more falling off a bicycle.

You're quite wrong, Mr. Peters. Mr
Bridie will have to take very great care.

Now what you need next is a good stiff
drink and then I'll get that arm into

a sling for you.
- Thank you, Lady Windham. You are kind.

Where's Mr Van Leyden?
- He, er...

He got off.

He got off?

Oh dear.

You know I couldn't
help liking Mr Van Leyden

even though he did try
to drill us all full of holes.

There you are drink that.
It will make you feel better.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, Lady Windham.

Well, now I suppose,
all our troubles are over.

There. That's it.

Now, I think you better put
this on as you mustn't get

any more sun on your
head after a shock like that.

Thank you very much. It's the
wrong way round, thank you.

Mr Bridie!

Feed the belt through!

Oh, that's a bit of luck!
This is the Bindar Tunnel.

They'll never catch us now.
It's two miles long and twists all the way.

Come along, Captain Scott. Come along.

Captain Scott?

Well, that's a funny thing.

Is he all right?

He will be. Get me some water, Mr Bridie.

I don't think he can have been hit.
- No, it looks like, er, just this wound.

That's just about the luckiest thing
that ever happened to anybody.

Ow!
- Keep still. Keep still.

Oh, I... I tell you, this is a mug's game.

I think perhaps you're right.

What would you say if I put
those tin soldiers back in the box?

I'd say you'd probably want to
get them out again tomorrow.

Don't tell me you've changed
your opinion about soldiering?

Well, let's just say I've ... I've learned
a couple of things on this journey.

Well, let's just say we've both learned
a couple of things on this journey.

There, you are see, what did I tell you?

It's the uniform. They all fall in the end.

Ooh! Ooh!

Message to Kalapur.

Hey, there!

You!

Is this the 9:10 from Guram?

No, it bloody well isn't.
It's the last train from Haserabad.

And stand to attention when
you speak to a senior officer!

Then John's all right?
He's really all right?

Yes, Sir John's quite all right.
The rebels never broke into the fort.

Reinforcements got through, sir?
- Yes, last night.

The attack broke up as soon as
they knew you'd got the boy away.

We'll meet again, Captain Scott.
I shall be staying at Government House,

and I know the Viceroy will be interested
to hear of your part of this journey.

Thank you, ma'am. Don't forget
Mr Bridie. He's got a kick like a mule.

That saved the lot of us. Well, Gupta.

See, sahib? They said "Victoria” too
old, no good except but for shunting.

Let them speak now. She showed them.

She certainly did. Well done,
Kumar. Well done, Sergeant.

Mr. Peters, we were a bit worried you
wouldn't get to the Delhi conference.

The government are very
interested in this new field-gun

your people are putting on the market.

Captain Scott, thank you for saving
my life. You are my friend now.

Well, I hope so.
- But you are British.

Will I have to fight you?
- Good heaven's, no. Why should you?

My father said...
- Well, what did he say?

I must fight the British
to make them go away.

I wish I could have driven the engine.

Well, it looks as though you'll
have to fight little Kishan now.

That's all the thanks you get.

That's all the thanks we ever get.

"Be thankful you're living
and trust your luck.

"March to your front like a soldier.”

Who said that?
- A man called Kipling.

Another tea drinker.

Well! We'd better try and
find a home for young India.