All language subtitles for the guru 1969

(Screaming and cheering)

Woman on radio:
The world-famous pop singer

declared in a statement
to all-India radio

that he had
come to this country

to study the sitar
under the guidance of

ustad zafar Khan.

Mr. Pickle has left
his many commitments

to the west in order to
devote himself entirely

to the study
of Indian music.

He also expressed a desire
to visit kashmir,

and other well-known
beauty spots,

and to learn
as much as possible...

(Man speaking in hindi)

... its customs,
and its people.

- He said...
- (Radio turned off)

(Doorbell rings)

He's coming.

Ah. I've been
waiting and waiting.

Come.

Here. You eat this.

Eat it.

Crowd chanting:
We want Tom, we want Tom!

(Chanting continues)

Excuse me.

Thank you.

How do you like
our India, Mr. Pickle?

I like it.

- Do you?
- (Laughter)

- Have you met
ustad zafar Khan yet?
- Sure.

Do you wish to learn
only sitar or any other
Indian instrument?

Oh, sitar will do me
all right for now.

Are you going to join
his school in benares?

Don't know about that.

Have you had
your first lesson yet?

Sure. I've been learning
in London for quite a bit.

Would you call yourself
a refugee from

the materialistic
values of the west?

Come again.

Have you reached
a point of no return
in your personal life?

Way past it.

I suppose you take LSD.

Can't do without it, miss.

You enjoy
our Indian food?

I beg your pardon.

Do you enjoy
our Indian food?

Do I enjoy
your Indian food?

- Yes.
- It's lovely.

Are you aware that,
to learn Indian music,

it takes 30 years
of intensive study?

Can't stay
that long.

Do you think it possible
for a foreigner to grasp

the true values inherent
in our Indian music?

Do you know
what those values are?

Have you come
to forge a bridge
between east and west?

No. I've come
to learn the sitar.

(Man speaking in hindi)

Tom.

Tom.

Why do you
encourage these people?

- It gives a vulgar
atmosphere.
- Sorry.

So you're sorry?
Well, you should be.

(Speaks hindi)

I won't need these
anymore, Howard.

- I'm leaving.
- What?

I found my guru.

- I'm going to study
music, Howard.
- Why?

I'm really
terribly musical.

Mummy started me on the piano,
but that was wrong.

But the sitar's different.

It's a kind of religion,
really, isn't it?

I guess everything
is religion.

Say good-bye to
the others for me.

Tell them...
Oh, I don't know.

Anything you like.

I feel so fulfilled,
Howard.

(Doorbell rings)

(Speaking hindi)

(Doorbell rings)

May I speak to
Khan sahib?

(Speaking hindi)

Khan sahib.

What do you want?

I have to see him, please.

(Khan speaking hindi)

Who are you?

What do you want?

Hey, where are
you going with
those bags?

(Speaking hindi)

Please be my guru.

Please be
my guru.

- Huh?
- I want to learn.

What does she want
to learn at this
time of night?

Do you play
something?

I want to start,
with you.

How do you know
you're talented?

I'll work so hard.

Hard work
without talent?

What is she doing?
Mad woman!

Please, get up.

Get up.

Say you'll be
my guru.

We shall see.

Let her sleep in
that room tonight.

She and who else?

Go with her.

We shall talk about it
tomorrow, huh?

Well, I can sleep anywhere.
Here on the floor.

Go with her.

Do you think I'll make
a good pupil?

You have
the right heart.

Come.

Now girls are
sleeping here.

(Plucks sitar strings)

(Singing scales)

You're late.
I've been waiting.

Now girls are brought
into this house?

Go away.

Perhaps you'll be
starting dancing
classes also.

She'll kill me.
Go and die.

Play.

All your fingers
should be together.

Why have you come to me?

What do you mean?

I thought you came
to be my shagrid,

I'll be your ustad,
your guru.

That's right.

Do you know
the meaning of the word guru?

(Jenny still
practicing scales)

Let her be quiet.
(Speaks hindi)

Ustad.

Tell her it's enough.

All right,
so she can't sing,

but she has
the right heart.

- You called?
- Yes.

You've practiced
enough for today.

But I don't think
I've got it quite right yet.

What's he
laughing for?

He's a fool.

You're a good pupil.
I mean, you have
the right attitude.

I am very pleased
with you.

Do you treat me
with this respect?

(Humming)

You should be living
here with US, like
the others.

Don't you think
you ought?

Who asked you?

Go now.
We're talking.

Go now.

Tom, I want you to
leave your hotel today.

You must be joking.

You say no to
your ustad?

Very well.
I dismiss you.

I send you away.

Okay.

Where are you going?

Bye.

You can say this
to your newspapers.

"My guru has sent me
away in disgrace."

Where do you
think you are going?

Come back!

You haven't had
your lesson yet.

Tom!

Tom.

Your lesson.

You can teach me
tomorrow when you've
cooled down a bit.

I'm scared.

(Pop music playing)

Are you Patty?
His bird?

What?

You know, bird.

No, I'm afraid not.

Oh.

Smoke?

Do you dig
his sound?

No, I'm studying
the sitar.

Oh, really?

I've been looking
for you.

Noise.

You know, they'll do
harm to Tom.

I've tried to
explain to him.

Our music
is not just music.

It's also...

How shall I say?

To learn it, you must
know what it feels

to be an Indian.

To become Indian.

Do you understand?

I don't speak
very well.

All this is wrong.

It isn't Indian.

It'll harm him.

Do you like
my ring?

- Oh, yeah.
- It's Tibetan.

It's lovely.

If you like it,
I'd love to
give it to you.

Excuse me.

This is the first time
I've been alone with you.

You know,
I like this.

I'll get my parents
to send you one.

Oh, no.
Customs will charge
too much duty.

What is it?

- Sh!
- Try it and see.

What did you say
it was called?

Bhang.

- What is it?
- Why bhang?

Why bhang?
Please tell me.

Nothing new to
you, I'm sure.

I don't take it.

Musicians always take it.

Haven't you seen
their eyes?

Tell me, does it
give you inspiration?

My inspiration
comes from here.

Oh, really?
Try some.

Don't take it.

It's not good.

My god,
it's starting.

It burns.

No, it's cold.

I'm seaweed.

Can you see?
I'm seaweed.

Yeah, I see.
It's lovely.

It's like seaweed.
All loose.

You look it, darling.

Oops.

Oh, what a lovely ring.

- Will you stay?
- Hmm?

Please stay.

Is he coming?

I don't know.

I feel so trapped here.

No one understands me.

They just don't talk
the same language.

What's that wonderful
song of yours?

I wouldn't dare sing it
in front of you.

You know, "yesterday,
I heard the clock tick.

"Is it always
going to be like this?

Rainy weather,
empty bed."

Oh, something...

"Ash in my cup of tea."

"Ash in
my cup of tea."

I've forgotten,
but it's so wonderful.

You wrote that song
for me.

Did you know that?

Did you, Tom?
Dear Tom.

(Chanting in arabic)

Just stay here only.
Don't come inside.

(Conversing in
hindi and arabic)

Hey, what's the matter?

Hey, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Tom!

Go on.
He's calling.

You want me?

Mmm. I can't
teach you today.

You ill?

It's you
who made me ill.

- Me?
- You and your friends.

They're evil.

Oh, come off it.

Look, they're just
a bunch of very
ordinary people,

trying to be
something they're not.

Why should you get
steamed up about them?

They have made me ill.

No, no, no, no.
No, I can't teach you.

You can go.

I want to raise you
to my level.

Instead, you're pulling me
down to yours.

Oh!

No, I can't teach you
because you're wrong here.

Here!
(Coughs)

Lie down.
Lie down.

Lie down.

- Tell him to go.
- Go.

(Elevator bell rings)

Why have you come back?

Just to tell you I quit.

It is I who dismiss you.

Any way you like,
but I'm through.

(Both speaking in
foreign dialects)

Who is he,
god or something?

Actually, a guru is
a sort of god.

Don't start that again.

Look, I come here
to learn some music.

Simple as that.

All I get to hear about
is how I got to honor my guru.

Doesn't it make you happy
to respect someone so much

that you want to
give him everything?

Oh, do US a favor.

I've never felt like this
about anyone before,

but with him,
it's different.

Why don't you
sleep with him then?
Get it over with.

You're sick.

Do you know
what he's doing now?

He's gone to
haji Ali to pray.

Come and see him, Tom.

Please.

Tom says he's going.

Well, don't disturb
my mind now.

I'd hoped for so much.

But I've achieved
nothing.

We'll tell the papers
I learned it all in a week.

"I have nothing more
to teach him, says guru."

When I first heard
you were coming,

I was proud.

The famous idol
of the west.

It was a triumph
for me.

But when you came,

then I wasn't proud.

I was humble.

Go and talk to him.
Go on.

He came to take bread,
and I gave him stone.

This is like the bloody
arabian nights.

You think i'm
play-acting, don't you?

No, I think you're
blackmailing.

Well, what do you want?

You want me to leave
that hotel, isn't it?

It is you
who must want.

All right.

Did you say
all right?

Come on.

Tonight, the begum
will cook pilao for you.

And I shall
play for you.

Come on.
Hurry up,
come on.

Come.

- It was nice
tonight, huh?
- Mmm.

You'll be very happy
when you come to bijapur
for our festival.

There will be music
day and night.

When do we go?

After we come back
from benares.

You're going to benares?

Of course. I must
see the school.

Hmm.

My school is
very good.

I love my students
very much.

And the teachers.

We are like
one big family.

Sometimes,
when I'm not there,

things begin
to go wrong.

Quarrels and so on.

So I have to go.

Gently, gently.

Ask him who else
there is in benares.

- Be quiet.
- Ask him.

You know nothing.
I'm going on business.

You're spoiling my mood.
Do the fingers now.

Who else is there
in benares?

Don't listen to her.
Go to bed.

Tom.

Mm?

Sit down.

In benares, I shall be
staying with my wife.

Begum sahib
is coming, too?

No. With my other wife.

Oh?

- Tom.
- Mm?

Begum sahib hasn't
given me any sons.

Only daughters.

Five daughters.
Five.

It's a lot.

Mmm.

We are allowed
four wives.

I have only two.

(Speaking hindi)

This is ghazala.

How do you do?

Make yourselves
comfortable in there.

I'll be right back.
Get them some tea.

Come.

(Speaking hindi)

Who's that?

Who is it?

Who was that?

His wife.

I like cold season
better than hot.

I suffer so much
here in the summer.

In england, is it really
all that cold?

It gets pretty awful.

Next time he goes,
he's taking me.

I am looking
forward to it.

What clothes will I need,
do you think?

- Will you come
shopping with me?
- I'd love to.

You know, I've never had
an English friend before.

- Please.
- What about you?

I can't. Nowadays,
I feel...

What's the matter?

- Well...
- Congratulations. When?

In six months' time.

Do you like the way
I do my hair?

This way?

Try the other one again.

Like that?

Yes. That way.

You've never worn
a sari before, I suppose.

No.

Actually, this one
is a wedding sari.

Did you have
a very big wedding?

Mm-mm.

I think you're
awfully lucky

to be married to
Khan sahib.

Oh, Jenny.

I mean, it's
such a privilege

to be near
someone like him.

Well, he wanted
a modern wife.

An educated girl.

Like me.

I studied
in a convent.

See?

You look
quite nice now.

Why don't you do
your hair differently?

Like that?

I can't manage it
any other way.

What is she like?

Who?

That other one.

Begum sahib?

Very old?

Not very.

And ugly?

Oh, and all those girls.

I shall give him a son.

How do you know?

I know.

How?

- I've been to see
someone.
- Who?

An astrologer.

His method is
completely scientific.

(Changing stations)

When you get back
to Bombay,

she'll ask you
a lot about me.

What will you say?

I don't know.

She will ask if
I'm very beautiful.

(Music plays)

Let's dance.

I hope i'm
doing it right.

I learned it
in the convent.

It's fine.

Hello, Tom.

- Oh...
- Jenny.

Why don't you
dance with her?

May I?

- Oh, come on.
- Go on.

Am I doing it
all right?

It's great.
Very good.

(People talking)

Hey, Jen!
Come up here a minute.

Do US a favor,
will you?

Don't ask any questions,
but there's a bloke outside
that I know.

Bring him upstairs,
will you?

We'll give him
a surprise, all right?

Ah, hello.

I'm looking for
a Mr. Tom pickle.

Uh, don't you
speak English?

Oh.

Christ.

Tom, how's
it going?

Very funny.
Ha ha ha.

What a journey.
Don't ask.

I'm not.

Oi, I'm finished.

What you want?

What do you think
I want?

- I'm staying.
- I knew it.

Ah, I know
who you are.

You're the one
all the fuss is about.

That's right.

I'm Chris Todd,
Tom's manager.

I invented him.

Tom: Do me a favor.

Isn't he rude?

I hope he doesn't
give you as much
trouble as that, does he?

Don't tell me.
I know.

(Both laughing)

He wants me
to go back.

Now let me explain
briefly.

Los Angeles,
San Francisco,

Montreal,
New York.

And a big, big film,
if we like it.

I know you're a man
who's gonna understand this.

Are those people
gonna wait forever?

Huh?

I appreciate the work
you're doing here.

I think it's
very valuable.

I certainly wouldn't ask you
to give it up.

I would dream of
asking that.

He's made
very good progress.

And he'll come back here.

Or better still,
why don't you
go to england?

People back in London
are crazy for
the Indian music.

One could...
Arrange things.

I'm not leaving.

- Oh, Tom.
- I wanna stay here.

I want you to be here,
but we mustn't be selfish.

You two play well
together, don't you?

Nice little doublet.

Tom, even if you're
1,000 miles away,

you will still
be here with me,
because we are one.

What we all gabbin'
about anyway?

I'm not goin'.
That's it.

Had a terrible journey.

The champagne
wasn't iced,

and the hostess
had thick ankles.

Oh, don't get
impressed with him.

He comes off the same
bomb site as I do.

Yeah, but look
what I made of myself.

Sharp, though, he was,
that one.

Always cheating at marbles.

Doin' everyone
out their bubble gum.

Very sexy.

(Imitates sitar sound)

( Tom humming )

You look a lovely couple
in that gear.

You'll go down all right,
you know-- Tom pickle
and the girl yogi.

Ah, get lost.

Why not?
They'll love it.

Anyway,
time you had a new girl.

We've all heard enough
about patsy.

- Who's patsy?
- Who's--? Ha ha ha!

Tell me!
Is it a secret?

It's a love affair,
isn't it?

Ha ha ha ha!
Isn't she jolly? I love her.
Can I take her home with me?

- Mr. Chris!
Don't be so naughty.
- Gotcha.

Don't you fancy him, then?

- He's all right.
- Why don't you marry Tom?

It'll be such fun!
We'll make a really
good wedding for you here.

How about it, then?

She's turned me down.

Oh, what a shame.

Hey, what about US two?

Oh, really!

( Speaking hindi )

What's all that?
Something wrong?

Keep this, Jenny.

Oh. Thank you.

- Keep your hands off her.
- What you talkin' about?

They don't like it here.
I don't like it, either.

What's come over you?

Just keep off.

( Man speaking hindi )

( Bell rings,
birds shriek )

I want to go to the bank
to see if my money's arrived.

Don't your parents mind
you bumming around like this?

Not really.
They're awfully
broad-minded.

Actually, they think
I'm traveling with
a girlfriend, Rosemary.

- We started off together.
- What happened to Rosemary?

We were traveling
through Damascus

and she met an arab boy
she liked.

- So?
- She stayed.

I wonder how
she's getting on.

( All playing music )

Aren't they nice?

Awfully scruffy.

I love the way they come
to take in India...

Really merging.

Is that what
they're doing?

Not like in the old days.

English people never used to
mix with Indians.

To them they were inferior--
just natives.

All that British empire stuff,
it makes you sick.

What's it got to do with me?

My grandfather was on the dole
for eight years.

My dad had rickets as a kid
because all he ever had to eat
was bread and drippings.

That's what my lot
got out of their flamin'
British empire.

Hey, Jen, listen to this,
see what you think of it.

* the temple bells
over the water *

* the cows
and the holy men *

* the sound of the sitar *

* burning incense-- *

no, no. Um, start again.

* the temple bells
over the water *

* the cows
and the holy men *

* the sound
of the sitar *

* the smell
of the incense *

* Jasmine *

* the dust
and the flies *

* I don't know
why it is so *

* but I feel *

* it's strange,
but I feel *

* let me stay,
let me learn *

* let me listen *

* meditate *

it's nice. I like it.
You're getting better, Tom.

Thanks very much.

I mean as a person.

You're not so
like you were.

It's his influence,
of course.

No one who's near him can
help become a better person.

You've really got it bad,
haven't you?

It's not only him.
It's everything he is.

Sort of mystic, really.

Hmm. ( Chuckles )

When you get back
it's gonna be absolute chaos.

Remember last year
in the states?
Well, double it.

- Fine.
- Just so you know.

- Oh, I know, all right.
- ( Car horn honks )

Hey, there.
Do you need any help?

Oh, no, no.
Be all right in a minute.

- You need a lift?
- No, thanks.

Aren't you Tom pickle?

In the flesh, madam,
in the flesh.

Well, it's all too much.

Drive on, driver, please.

Oh, what'd you have to
come here for?

You made me
all nervous again.
- Ha ha ha ha!

Nervous is good news
for me, boy.

What do I have
to come here for?

You haven't been
reading my letters,

haven't been
answering my cables.

- You been tearing 'em up,
haven't you?
- I've been so peaceful.

- Oh, Christ.
He's been peaceful.
- Driver: The car is ready.

- Come on,
you'll miss your plane.
- Oh, leave off.

You know something?
I hate flying.

Oh, come on, get in.

( Starts car )

Perhaps I should take one
for my guru also.

Winter nights in bijapur
can be so cold, you know.

He's old...And thin.

- Bones only.
- Jenny: Look at US.

We're deciding
what to wear tonight.

Don't you like
ghazala's new sari?

What are you doing?

- Doesn't she look super?
- Where are you going?

To the beauty contest
at the hotel de Paris.

- You can't go there.
- Tom's one of the judges.

Go in.

You're going to
a beauty contest
dressed like this?!

You don't let me
do anything!

You can't go there.

They're going.

Suppose they jumped into
a well--you'll jump also?

( Sniffling )

Look what I bought for you.

There. There you are.

- You didn't buy it for me.
- Hmm?

- You bought it for yourself.
- No, no. For you.

( Both playing )

*

Why have you stopped playing?

I've gotta go and get ready.

Don't go.
Let's go on playing.

- Wish I could.
- Then stay.

But they'll be waiting, those
people at the hotel de Paris.

- Let them wait.
- But I promised.

I'll teach you
the vilambet gat bilaval.
I'm in the mood now.

- Yeah, well, I wish
I could stay.
- Then stay.

A promise is a promise.

( Bell ringing in distance )

( Bell continues )

- You...going out tonight?
- With Tom.

This is the time
we play poorbi.

The heart is tender...
Full of love.

You know, Tom has many gifts...

But no understanding at all.

He thinks you can
learn Indian music

as you learn to cook
or drive a car.

- Jenny...
- Yes?

Don't go to
this place tonight.

All right.

You see, a shagrid's life
must be simple. Pure.

Must belong completely
to his music...
To his guru.

I belong completely
to my guru.

Yeah.

- Come on.
- I'm not coming.

- What's he been saying to you?
- I don't want to go.

I didn't
want to go.

I love being here with you.

Hmm.

Well, it's time for food.

Emcee:
Number 12,
shireen majidulla.

Shireen's hobbies
are cooking, sewing,

and listening to
light romantic music.

Number 15,
miss aasha gunwuilli,

another air hostess.

It looks like air India
is going to be the most
popular airline in the world!

Number 20,
miss manju adarwal.

Manju is a student
at lady mountbatten

where she is studying
child psychology
and interior decoration.

Miss santhos kaul,
number 21.

Santhos is studying for
a degree in philosophy
and political science.

But her ambition is to be
an air hostess.

Number 23,
miss baby takkar,
from meerut.

- ( Whispering )
- Ladies and gentlemen,
baby's engaged to be married,

and her ambition is to be
a housewife and a mother.

( Baby cries,
audience laughs )

Number 24,
miss papu gupta from muradabad,

who wants to enter for
the foreign service exam

and be an ambassador
for our country abroad...

Excuse me.
Won't you please
sing for US?

"Ash in my cup of tea"?

- "Stay away"?
- Sorry.

- Just this once?
- No singing.

Not while I'm in India.
Just sit down.

- Hey, I liked your group.
- Thanks.

Play a lot of places?

We're students.
We do it for a little
more pocket money.

But we'd like to
go professional.

I've got a few ideas,
if you have some time.

Sure.
Come see me.

- Tomorrow?
- Fine.

( Boogie-woogie rock )

( Audience applauds )

( Drummer plays
burlesque musical cue )

( Cheers, whistling,
applause )

Emcee: Jolly good!
Very good!

( Indistinct shouting )

( Whistling )

Audience chanting:
Tom! Tom! Tom!

( All shouting )

( Cheering, shouting )

Quiet! Quiet!

Chanting:
Tom pickle! Tom pickle!
Tom pickle!

( Chanting continues )

( Distant voices )

Yes?

Excuse me.
Does Mr. Tom pickle stay here?

- Why?
- He asked me to
come see him this morning.

- I'll just go and see.
- Thanks.

He wants to see Tom,
ustad.

I'm Arnold d'mellow.
I play at the hotel de Paris.

So, you were there yesterday?
Wonderful.

What sort of a name
do you think this will
give me, and the school?

You can't see him.

I'll not allow it.

Tom: Oi!

Hello.
Looking for me?

Hey!

Here! Hey,
what's the matter?

What's up?

Ask him.

Here, don't go.

I sent him away.

You what?

I decide who comes here
and who goes.

Oh, no, you don't.

You teach me music.
Just music. See?

That's your business;
The rest is mine.

- Just music.
- Uh-huh.

You've--

you've understood nothing.

Not a thing.

Everything I've taught you
is a waste.

Well, that's just too bad,
isn't it?

We are leaving!
You can start packing.

We're leaving, murad.

When you wear this,
think of me.

Thank you.

You'll look super.

He'll never
let me wear it.

Just keep it, then.

I wish you were here
always.

I wish too.

- It suits you.
- Ustad: Jenny?

What are you doing?
Where's Tom?

- In his room.
- What's he doing there?

I think he's packing.

Will you go and tell him--

( sighs )
No, leave it.

I hate going back to Bombay.

Soon we'll be going
to bijapur.

And there you will meet
his guru.

I can hardly wait.

You will see how humble
he is before his guru.

That I must see.

Want some?

( Train whistle blows )

( Indistinct station
announcements )

Don't worry, there's
nothing about you in here.

You still angry with me?

You think I'm a big bully,
don't you?

I know I shout too much.
I have a very bad temper.

You can say that again.

But only with those I love.

Please understand. Why do you
think I'm like this at all? Hmm?

Heave off,
you big whale.

Are you going to leave me?

Well, I got to
sometime.

There's an urdu poem.

"Though your way lies here
and mine there,

"how can I ever
remain apart from you

since you are in
the midst of my soul?"

- Blimey.
- ( Both chuckle )

( Train whistle blows )

What is she like?

Hmm?

That one--
in benares.

Well, it's difficult
to say, really.

Young?

Beautiful?

He's such a fool.

At his age.

- Does she talk about me?
- Not to me.

- Mummy!
- Well, don't let her
take my name in her mouth.

I'm busy all day,
on my head!

(Kisses girl)
Go.

- Is she expecting?
- I don't know.

She will never
have a son.

I've taken steps.

Mustani...
Has given me something.

See?

Who am I to complain?
It is his right.

When they have taken our youth,

then...somebody new.

Is she
very beautiful?

Mm-hmm. Yes.

When I was young...

Do you think
I was any less?

( Quietly sobs )

And there is that...
English girl, also.

- Jenny?!
- He's such a fool!

( Crying )

( Playing open stings
repeatedly )

( Both speaking hindi )

Girl: Mummy!

- Mummy!
- Ai!

( Jenny continues
plucking stings )

( Speaking hindi,
making kissing noises )

( Baby-talk )

( Speaking hindi )

Sweetie? Sweetie?

( Continues muttering
in hindi )

( Kissing noises )

( Continues, hindi )

( Continues muttering
in hindi )

( Hindi )

Hmm?

( Laughing )

( Laughter continues )

La la la la la la
la la la la la la!

( Speaking hindi )

( Whispering in hallway )

( Whispering continues )

Let me in.

Here. Hey,
what's the matter?

Have you had
a bad dream?

- Yes.
- You're all trembly.

- Feel my heart.
- ( Whistles )

- Mmm.
- Don't.

Don't be so jumpy.

Come on. Come here.

That's it.

( Begum and ustad
arguing in distance )

( Shouting, crying )

( Sobbing )

( Ustad speaking hindi,
begum crying )

( Begum shouting,
screaming )

( Sobbing, screaming )

( Shouting in hindi )

( Speaking hindi )

( Begum shrieks )

( Screams )

( Whimpering )

( Horn honks )

- Tom.
- Tom: Hmm?

This is where
the music festival is held.

Isn't it beautiful?

Does the maharaja
still live here?

His highness has built
himself a new palace.

No one comes here
at all now, except
for the music festival.

Look in there.

Come along now.

Here, Jen!

There are hundreds
of rooms.

Move that curtain
and see.

Who is it?

An old maharaja.

Where's Tom?

- This door at the end?
- ( Man speaking hindi )

Ah. There you are.

Isn't this nice?

- ( Men speaking hindi )
- What's he saying?

He says a dancing girl
was murdered here.

Not recently; Long ago,
80, 90 years.

She was all night with
the maharaja's brother.

In the morning,
they found her dead
here in this room.

- What happened to him?
- It was all hushed up.

She was only a dancing girl,
you see?

Come, Tom. We must pay
our respects to my ustad.

Can't I come?

He doesn't see ladies.

Are you going to
leave me here alone?

Are you all right?

You don't look it.

She's sick. Can't you see?

She's tired from the journey.
Lie down and sleep.

Come along, Tom.

Are you okay?

( Speaking hindi )

( Bell ringing in distance )

( Bell continues )

Ustad: Sometimes he doesn't
speak for days. You go see him
and he sits like a stone.

Tom: She's looking
very terrible.

Look, shouldn't she
see a doctor?

Well,
shouldn't she?

( Train whistle blows,
train chugging )

( Coughing )

So, you have come.

( Coughs )

Have you brought
sweets for me?

I'll bring you some
tomorrow, ustad.

Who is he? He is
from bijapur?

No, he's English, ustad.

Tell him to write petition
for me in English.

Maharaja must give
more pension.

How can I live
on 80 rupees a month?

I must have my hookah,
my paan,

my glass of milk
in the morning.

- Why is he here?
- I've been teaching him
our music, ustad.

Jenny: Tom?

What is it?

It's that room.
It's funny.

She doesn't like
to be left alone.

I feel awful.

I'm gonna get a doctor.

Come on.

Who was that?

Uh, she is...
She's with him.

What sort of life
you are leading?
Look at you!

Are you a musician?
Or what are you?

Running here and there,
doing god knows what.

Perhaps drinking also,
with the English face, eh?

- Why bring these people here?
- They are my disciples, ustad.

Is it possible for them
to take even a drop
from our ocean?

Uh, I've been teaching them.

To play tricks only.

Go.

( Chuckling )

How fat you are.

( Coughing )

( Muttering )

( Distant chittering )

( Distant parade music )

*

( Tambourine jingles )

( Jingling continues )

( Shrieks, laughs )

( Parade music crescendo,
stops )

( Tuning sitar string )

( Continues tuning )

( Laughing )

Tom? Tom?

- Hmm?
- Ustad is asking for you.

I can't come now.

- But he wants you, Tom.
- Not now!

Is she all right?

Doctor: She's going
to be all right.

What was all that,
not worrying about germs

and boiling the water,
and really identifying?

- Jenny: Oh, shut up.
- ( Laughs )

Well, things like food
and water don't affect me.

Then why am I here?

Don't forget,
you people are not like US.

We have natural immunity;
You don't have.

- I'll look in tomorrow.
- Tom: Okay.

There's nothing
to worry about, then.

Not to worry about.

Only rice and curds.
No curry.

- And you'll be sending
medicine around?
- Yes, yes.

- She should be all right
in a couple of days.
- Good.

- Well, good-bye.
- Thank you very much.
Don't mention it.

( Singing, accompanied
by sitar, tablas )

*

( lead singer
trilling )

( Singer trilling )

( Trilling continues )

( Sighs )

- What's the time?
- It's almost 5:00.

- Has he played yet?
- No. Still some singers.

Hey, you haven't had
your medicine.

I forgot.

I hate taking that stuff.

What time's he playing?

I think he's next,
but I'm not sure.

Has he been in
to see you yet?

No. I suppose
he's been too busy.

You think I've been
a real fool, running after him
like that, don't you?

Well,
I've been doing the same.

At least you've been learning.
You can play.

You go a certain way,
and then you don't
get any further.

Then you go home.

What's that?

Oh. It's a flower ring.

Here.

It's nice.

Do you want to go outside
and see what's happening?

Okay.

( Distant applause )

( Sitars, tablas
playing raga )

*...

*...

*...

Are you really going home?

Well, I've got to.

I don't know why--
I thought you'd
be here always.

Are you gonna be here...
Always?

Hey, do you want to
come for a walk?

( Birds screeching )

It's all right for you.
You've got something
to go back to.

What'll I do?

Well,
same as everyone else.

Find a job, get married.

Who to?

Me.

If you like.

- ( Bird screeches )
- What's that?

It's a peacock.

Crowd chanting:
We want Tom! We want Tom!

We want Tom!
We want Tom!

( Cheering, clapping )

Ustad's coming.

Thank you.

Ustad: Oh.
I thought you'd left.

The fool driver
took the wrong turning.

Reporter: Excuse me,
Mr. Pickle.

Here, some things
for you.

Hello, Jenny.

God bless you.

- ( Crowd continues chanting)
- Here you are. Better go now.

- Come on.
- ( Crowd cheering )

- Bye-bye.
- Good-bye.

- Bye-bye. Thank you again.
- Bye, Tom. Take care, Jenny.

Crowd:
We want Tom! We want Tom!

( Crowd continues chanting )

( Crowd clamoring
for Tom )

*