All language subtitles for The.Jewel.in.the.Crown.S01E11.Travelling.Companions.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-MZABI_track3_[eng]

(pelting rain)

I... am not ill.

DISTANT CHILDREN'S VOICES:
I am not ill.

Thou art not ill.

CHILDREN:
Thou art not ill.

He, she or it...

...are not ill.

CHILDREN:
He, she or it are not ill.

We... are not ill.

CHILDREN:
We are not ill.

You... are... not... ill.

CHILDREN:
You are not ill.

They are all well.

CHILDREN:
They are all well.

Therefore...

(massive explosion)

(vultures squawking)

(door opens)
I say!

How nice,
how very nice!

You never told me
about the third stripe.

It's very recent.

All the same, Sergeant.

Jolly good!

Would you like a bacon sandwich?

A cold bacon sandwich?

I got them in Ranpur last night.

At the station restaurant.

Did you, now?

Then you ought to have
a crown, as well.

When was all this?

After we'd had dinner.

While you were with the men.

(train whistling)

It's a surprise breakfast.

Have a hard-boiled egg first?

That, too?

No, I'll have
a sandwich first.

They taste better on a train.

Something to do with
the soot and smoke.

I've been taking
a breather.

First scent of the hills.

In the old days,
we used to stop here,

get up a head of steam.

Two hours to Pankot,
if she sticks to the timetable.

Tea all right, Daddy?

Dark and sweet.

Remember our morning
rides together?

Must do that again soon.

I'm afraid I'm rather out
of practice.

All the more reason.

I haven't thanked you yet
for all you've done

for me while I've been away.

Aunt Fenny told me what
a brick you've been.

It wasn't anything.

Such a help to your
mother and Susan.

And coming to Bombay
to meet me as well.

Oh, I enjoyed that.

It took rather longer
than I expected.

Waiting until the last
few men were fit to travel.

Pity the chaps from prison camp
couldn't have gone together.

They'll be so excited
to see the hills.

Yes.

Look!

You can see the men
in the other coaches!

They're waving!

Yes, there are the men.

Kevin, how are you?

Not so bad, sir.

Good journey, have you?

Thanks, Captain Coley.

Done everything
you asked.

Trucks for the men,
staff car for you.

Your driver is here.

I hope no one was disappointed,
not to turn out the band.

I think quite understood,
no sort of fuss.

I'll see the men get away first.

We've got a few invalids.

Then your driver
can take us home.

I think everything's laid
on in the yard.

Don't suppose you've
heard the latest, have you?

Americans seemed to have dropped
some new kind of bomb

on a place called Hiroshima.

That's a view I remember.

Funny.

Everything seems
closer together.

Perhaps Pankot's shrunk.

Like your feet.

What?

You said the shoes I
bought you felt too big.

Oh, yes.

If you don't mind,
I think I'll walk the rest.

I'd prefer that.

Yes, of course.

All right?

(speaking local language)

Give me a little time to cope.

Say, five minutes.

Of course.

Still smells the same, though.

Wood smoke.

Hello, Martha.

Look who's here!

It's Daddy!

Good boy!

Well, better get back.

What is that village?

We turned here yesterday,
as well.

Muddarabad.

Havildar Muzzafir
Khan's village.

His wife is there.

What can I tell her?

That her husband is accused
of betraying his regiment,

of treason
to the King Emperor?

How can I...?

Unless I've seen the man myself.

I got in touch with Delhi.

And Ronald Merrick?

No go, still.

Perhaps I'll raise it
with Pat Trehearne tonight.

We're dining there,
you know.

The Trehearnes?

Have they still got
those dreadful dogs?

Not those dogs, other ones.

There we are, Sarah.

Thank you.

(dogs barking)

Borrow a peg, John?

Sorry about the dogs.

Thought we'd rather
have their noise

than their company
this evening.

There we are.

How pretty Susan looks.

We invited young Mr. Drew
because Kevin Coley

couldn't manage it.

It seems he's in bed
with a temperature.

Actually, we're rather
worried about Kevin.

Are you?

He suddenly
seems restless.

After years of resisting all
attempts to move him on,

he appears to think something
should be done about him.

Well, I must say,
John looks wonderfully well.

Yes, he is.

Excuse me.

Of course.

MRS. TREHEARNE:
Young Mr Drew is
thinking of applying

for a regular commission

so we think he
deserves encouragement.

Did you know?

Miss Batchelor is dead.

Did you?

Major Smalley mentioned
it to me.

This morning at the daftar.

Lucy Smalley told me
at the library.

I suppose she heard it
from the Peplows.

MILDRED:
I imagine one can take it
as more or less true.

In any case,
the mission solicitors

will soon be on to ours.

What about?

The wretched annuity.

The money Mabel tried to leave
to Miss Batchelor in her will.

Thank God I told our
people to drag their feet.

Thank God she went off
her head when she did.

MRS. TREHEARNE:
I never quite understood
about annuities.

Poor Miss Batchelor.

I sometimes think
she had a sad life.

(Mildred laughs)

You wouldn't if
you had to cope with her.

Making all that
macabre fuss about

where Mabel should be buried.

With Susan in labor, too.

And Sarah was down in Calcutta

visiting that man
Merrick in hospital.

I had to handle everything.

And of course
John's told me.

He never heard Mabel
say a single word

about where
she wanted to be put.

If I were you, Maisie,

I'd ask Patrick to
let those hounds loose.

It's worrying John.

Oh, yes, of course.

DREW:
Don't you do much riding, then?

Oh, what a beastly shame.

(barking)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Sarah?

Oh, hello, Nigel.

Sarah, is it convenient to ring?

I... I got your letter,
I've done what you asked.

I spoke to Reverend Mother
on the telephone,

but the line was bad.

She said something
about a parcel.

Yes, there was.

I've got it here.

Apparently it's something Miss
Batchelor wanted you to have.

I am sorry, Nigel.

Is all this
a frightful nuisance?

No, no, not at all.

I'm to come up to Pankot
as it happens

on official business
so I'll bring it with me.

How's everything with you?

How was Bombay?

Bit sticky.

The weather, mostly.

And your father?

Difficult at first.

Much better now.

I went to a very strange party

and met somebody
I think you know.

Or knew.

Who was that?

Someone called Perron.

He's a sergeant.

Do you mean Guy Perron?

Do you remember him?

Very well.

I was told to cane
him once... at school.

Apparently Merrick wants your
friend Perron to work for him.

I got the impression
he wasn't very keen.

Who was that?

Nigel Rowan.

He's coming up to Pankot.

Tonight.

This is a young man
Sarah met in Ranpur.

He's one of
the governor's aides.

He went to Chillingborough,
apparently.

Really?
You mean Perron?

No, Rowan.

Not your eccentric sergeant.

What did he ring about?

Just something I
asked him to do.

(baby crying)

He won't go to sleep.

He won't go to sleep until
he's said goodnight to Grandpa.

Goodnight, old chap.

Shall I pour myself a drink?

Or have I held things
up too long already?

We couldn't have
gone in before.

Sarah's been on the phone.

Did you mention your
eccentric sergeant?

To Nigel Rowan?

Mr. Perron?

Yes.

Did he remember him?

Yes, very well.

Not an impostor, then?

In spite of being a sergeant.

No, Mother, not an impostor.

Hello, Nigel, come in.

Take a drink for yourself.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I'll have a whisky and splash,
if you'd be so kind.

Did young Thackeray mention
what all this was about?

Only that I'm to deliver
a letter in Pankot, sir.

Developments
in New Delhi?

Confirmation of assumptions.

War virtually over,
so, elections.

When, sir?

Well, when do we ever
do anything in this country?

In the cold weather.

I suppose that's soon enough.

And elections are what
everybody seems to want.

Quite.

Jinnah wants them.

Nehru wants them.

That's the only
objective that Congress

and the Muslim League
still have in common.

And the Viceroy, sir?

Oh, yes, Wavell wants them.

Pull up a pew.

Cheers.

Cheers, sir.

And a united India to follow.

Hindu and Muslim.

The trouble is, while the
Congress leaders have been

in prison, the Muslim
League have gone

from strength to strength,

dividing the country.

So...

The man I want to talk to
to heal that breach

is one of the few Muslims
still loyal to Congress,

ex-Chief Minister in Ranpur.

Mohammed Ali Kasim.

Hm.

I thought he'd gone
to ground, sir.

The newspapers have been
searching for him everywhere.

But he's in Pankot.

And your friend Gopal
knows where to find him.

You'll travel
on my special coach

so you'll have every comfort.

Are you packed?

Sir.

They're rooting
out Gopal now.

Oh, by the way,
I'm losing you.

What, sir?

They're taking you back
into the Political Department.

You'll get your instructions
in about a week's time.

I knew you'd be pleased.

Well... I shan't mind
a few days in Pankot first, sir.

What's Gopal's role, exactly?

A go-between.

He and Kasim
always got on well.

I take it I don't hand the
letter to anyone but MAK?

No-- you'd better wear
mufti, incidentally.

Let's say I won't expect you
back here until a week today.

Get some hill air
into your lungs.

By then your posting
should have come through.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you for all you've done.

It's been a very happy
experience.

I hope everything pans out.

Today's been one of those days
when one can't quite believe it.

It's a real horror, I'm told.

What, sir?

Hiroshima.

Absolutely and
inconceivably bloody awful.

Unexpectedly so?

We shan't have the answer
for quite a long while.

Someone said 20 years.

Well, that's food for thought,

isn't it?

One more thing.

There's a girl in Pankot,
young Thackeray assured me,

which would make a few days
up there

quite an attractive
proposition for you.

Miss Layton.

Yes, sir.

Have you heard
from her recently?

Actually, we were on
the phone this evening.

Anything to do with the havildar
of her father's regiment

who went over to
the enemy in Germany?

No, sir.

Oh.

Had a letter from her father.

Did she refer at all to our
friend Merrick?

Only in passing.

He was in Bombay when she was.

Is he sufficiently
well in with the family

to help Colonel Layton
have an interview with the man?

Probably, if he wants to.

Well, that's what's
Colonel Layton's seeking,

but it seems that
Merrick won't play.

How much have you told
Miss Layton

about our view of Merrick?

Nothing specific, sir.

Did you tell her you knew Kumar?

Only at school.

It came up because her father
went to Chillingborough.

But she was interested
in Kumar?

In quite an impersonal way,
I think.

As part of the price
of our relations with India.

Whether or not he was guilty.

But believing him not guilty

makes the charge against us
heavier.

In her view.

She sounds an unusually
thoughtful person.

Yes, I think she is.

Did you tell her
he was free?

No, sir.

So she doesn't know
you keep an eye?

No.

What will you do
when you leave Ranpur?

Leave everything to Gopal?

I shall have to.

Kumar doesn't need much
attention

for coaching a few students
at a few rupees a time.

Good.

Well... I hope we did
the right thing.

I think so, sir.

I take it the object
of my trip

is to get Mr. Kasim
to a meeting?

Yes, you've a free hand.

There's the question of
his eldest son, of course,

the INA defector.

Sayed?

I can arrange
a meeting if he wants one,

but nothing else on that front
until the trial, of course.

Of course, sir.

Your train's the 11:35.

Is everything okay?

I hope so.

I never knew there was

a special government house
coach until tonight.

There used to be several.

What, just for the Governor?

Governor, staff,
secretaries, files.

The government used to move
to Pankot en masse

in the hot weather.

If you don't mind me
saying so, I think that's

bloody ridiculous nowadays.

And there's really just
the two of you tonight?

That's right.

Then you could
help me out, maybe.

Now I know this
is sacred territory,

but I've a GHQ priority just
come in on the Delhi train.

And according
to my calculations,

after you and the Indian
gentleman are settled in,

there's a couple
of coupes going spare.

What rank is
your GHQ priority?

Lieutenant Colonel.

See for yourself.

That's not senior enough
for a possible exception,

but I'll ask Mr. Gopal
if he has any objections

and then see how we stand.

Right.

Oh, my God.

An interesting
situation has arisen.

Are we to travel in
an ordinary compartment?

No, no, no,
they're all full.

The RTO wants us to take
in some of the overflow.

This sounds to me
like a confusion.

Why do you call it
interesting?

The overflow happens
to be Merrick.

Merrick?

Ex-Superintendent of Police,
now Major?

Major no longer, apparently.

Lieutenant Colonel.

Would you object?

Is it open to me?

You are His Excellency's
chief emissary.

It is for you to say.

It could be useful.

Aren't you in the least
curious to see him?

Not in the least
curious, Nigel.

Please don't bother about me.

I have my own bedding.

They can make up my bunk
in one of the old coupes.

Obviously you feel
strongly about it.

I'd better tell
the RTO it's no go.

And obviously you want him.

Colonel Merrick?

My name is Rowan.

I think we have
a mutual friend in Sarah Layton.

I already know your sergeant.

How are you, Guy?

Fine thanks, Nigel.

Chillingborough,
of course.

Yes.

I think we'd better
get things sorted out

so we can get the luggage up.

There's a spare coupe
with its own bath cubicle

and a single berther.

I'd be perfectly content
with either but I do have

a certain handicap.

The coupe would suit me very
well if it's not really wanted.

Then I could have
my servant in with me.

In any case,
it's very civil of you.

Is this your servant?

This is Suleiman.

There isn't much luggage.

We came fairly light.

What have you got, Guy?

Just these.

We'll put you in the single
berther, then.

Let's go.

Which would you like, Guy?

This one, with the head
of the bed arranged

away from the engine?

Or the one next door
which faces towards?

Have you nothing in between?

I'm afraid not.

Then I'll make do with this.

Huh!

This coach is something
of an anachronism.

You could say that.

It fits.

Fits what?

The general hallucinatory
atmosphere I currently exist in.

Thank you.

Guard your property with your
life, the Red Shadow's at large.

Did you ever see
anything quite so camp?

Camp?

Suleiman.

Never mind.

Well, Sandhurst,
wasn't it?

And now this.

ADC to HE in Ranpur.

Well, here's to the successful
conclusion of Operation Bunbury,

which, unlike camp,
I hope you understand.

Well, Aunt Charlotte will
have had my telegram by now.

What should we allow?

A month?

Can I hold out even for a month?

What do they do to sergeants
who murder their officers?

Hang them, I think.

Very degrading.

Aunt Charlotte would
prefer a firing squad.

I don't suppose
you've the slightest idea

what I'm driveling about,
have you?

Some of the details
are obscure,

but oddly enough,
I get the general drift.

You're looking
to your Aunt Charlotte

to rescue you from further
service with Colonel Merrick.

Very good.

Fortunately she has
several friends

in what are called
"high places."

I have the utmost confidence
in Aunt Charlotte's ability

to arrange a priority
demobilization.

Especially if she works
with a certain professor

of modern history who's
eagerly awaiting my return.

Bunbury was
our prearranged signal.

Long before I heard
of Major Merrick.

Beg his pardon, Colonel.

But it's difficult
to keep up.

He was a major when I
met him in Bombay on Sunday

and a lieutenant colonel
when I reported to him

in Delhi on Thursday.

I entertain the illusion
that it's dangerous

to be parted from him
by more than a day.

I go to sleep every night
terrified that in the morning,

he'll be a full colonel
or even a brigadier.

I take it you're not enamored.

Why, particularly?

"I do not like thee, Dr. Fell,
the reason why, I cannot tell."

On the other hand,
I've been working out why.

You see, Merrick's the man
who doesn't fit.

Even that arm, you know,
is an invention.

What takes him to Pankot?

The case of one
Havildar Karim Muzzafir Khan.

I think I know
a bit about that.

Do you?

You were always
insufferably well informed.

Is Merrick arranging
an interview

for Miss Layton's father?

No, we're going up to take
statements

from the Havildar's former NCOs.

No chance of Colonel Layton
being allowed to see him?

None at all.

What's so special
about Colonel Layton?

What's so special
about Havildar Muzzafir Khan?

That Delhi sends a half-colonel
all the way to Pankot

just to take statements.

That's easy.

The havildar is special
because Merrick chose him.

You mean, as an example?

It's part of the technique
of the self-invented man.

Merrick looks round,
his eye lights on something,

he says, "Right, I want him."

Why else do you think I'm here?

I'm a chosen one.

I expect "Coomer" was.

"Coomer"?

Kumar.

Don't tell me you
don't remember him.

Miss Layton certainly did.

Did you know that our friend
Kumar put cricket behind him

and went in for rape?

And that our friend
Merrick caught him at it?

Did he tell you that?

Has he got it wrong?

There are two schools
of thought.

(chuckles)

But only one school.

Chillingborough.

Thank you.

Or so Merrick thinks.

He's too middle class
to realize that the show's over

and that nobody
in the class he aspires to

cares a damn anymore
about The Empire

and all that "God the father,
God the Raj" shit.

Poor Kumar.

Never stood a chance.

An English public school
education manner

and black as your hat.

No real white men
left anymore.

When he does come across any,
he despises them.

Colonel Layton,
for instance.

He despises Colonel Layton?

Why?

White man gone soft.

Layton has everything
Merrick covets,

but hasn't the guts
to live up to it.

Tears of sorrow rather
than lash of anger.

Too many bloody tears
altogether.

And God help us tomorrow.

Whose tears?

And why God help us tomorrow?

He hanged himself.

Who?
Colonel Layton?

No!

The havildar hanged himself.

Havildar Karim Muzzafir Khan.

When?

GUY:
Sometime on Sunday
morning before daylight,

which is why there's no chance
of Colonel Layton being allowed

to talk to him.

Sergeant!

Come over to D block,
will you?

There's been
an interesting development.

There's no poor,
weary, shagged-out,

shamed and insulted
havildar to talk to.

Shamed and insulted by whom?

Merrick, of course.

Havildar Karim Muzzafir Khan.

Not a very prepossessing-looking
sort of a chap,

was he, Sergeant?

So, the real reason
for the journey

is to report the
deaths to Colonel Layton?

No!

The real reason
is to sustain the role.

Friend of the family.

Nothing brash, of course.

Just a persistent air of
quiet competence and authority.

He's chosen the Laytons,
too, but don't worry.

Worry about what?

His choosing the Laytons.

Not any one Layton
in particular.

At least I shouldn't think so.

So don't worry.

Or am I wrong?

I rather thought Sarah Layton
referred to you

with what I'd call...
respect and admiration.

Mutual?

Yes.

Pity.

I mean, for me.

Given half the opportunity,
making a pass at Sarah Layton

was the one thing that made
the prospect of Pankot bearable.

Yes, well, I'd better behave.

We ought to arrange
an evening, if we can.

You can reach me by ringing 200.

The Governor's hill palace?

No, it's the guest house
attached

to what used to be
the summer residence.

Used to be?

Has the weather deteriorated?

I mean it's not used,
and shut up.

Sleep well.

Thanks for the bed,
Nige.

Not at all.

Where's the NCO's mess?

Thank you.

Ooh!

Hold onto your knickers,
nurses,

look what's dropped
out of the trees!

(laughter)

Can we help you, Sergeant?

I'm sorry to barge in.

I've just arrived from Delhi.

I was told I could get a billet
here at the hospital annex.

Yeah, that's right.
We got the message.

Sergeant Perron, isn't it?

My name's Potter.

We've got a small,
cushy set-up here.

Corporals
and sergeants all in.

Would you like to get
some breakfast

or do you want
to get your head down?

Breakfast first, I think.

Take a pew.

Thank you.

That's right.

You can park it here, dearie.

Me Tarzan, you Jane!

I shan't introduce the rest.

They're all clean-living boys.

Don't pay any attention,
Sarge.

Just call him Sophie
or Miss Dixon.

We all get the same.

Or Mum.

Mum's what I prefer.

Mum's the word, then.

(chuckles)

Oh, look, a copper.

You'd never know,
now would you?

Butter wouldn't melt.

All la-di-dah talk since they
started sending 'em to college.

Been here before?

No.

It's the old
Travellers' Bungalow.

Derelict now.

SARAH:
Look, there's someone there.

On the veranda.

LAYTON:
So there is.

Good Lord.

Isn't that Mali's boy?

SARAH:
Fariqua, yes.

What's the young scamp
doing here?

Fariqua!

(speaking local language)

(answering)

Oh, we're in luck.

Free scoff!

What a surprise.

Picnic breakfast in return
for yours on the train.

These won't be
a patch on yours.

Bacon sandwiches need
to mature a bit, don't they?

I'm afraid these were
only put down an hour ago.

All the same,
smell's not bad.

It's a wonderful surprise!

The boys did well.

Do you know about
our supernumerary?

Fariqua's friend?

Is he supernumerary?

We'll, he's attached
himself to our strength.

I've seen him round
the servant quarters

a couple of times.

This morning I found Fariqua and
him sleeping in the goat shed.

A Hindu and a Muslim
boy curled up together.

Hasn't he a home?

Probably several... or none.

Trouble is, once you take
notice of a boy like that,

you're a fair way to
having to pay for him.

Mali doesn't need two boys
to help him, does he?

Well, not so much now.

The tennis court
needs some keeping up.

Yes, I expect it does.

When are you and Susan
going to get up a foursome

with some young fellows?

Shouldn't be difficult.

Anyone in particular?

This young ADC, for example.

Nigel Rowan.

He's usually in Ranpur.

Forget tennis.

Any young fellow in particular?

From your point of view,
that I don't know about?

No, there's no one
in particular, Daddy.

Hmm...

What about Ronald Merrick?

Ronald Merrick?

I ask because I was
given to understand

you might have
some regard for him.

Who gave you to understand?

Your Aunt Fenny in Bombay.

I can't imagine why.

Aunt Fenny?

She's seen us together
often enough to know,

so have you, Daddy,

I don't like him.

It must show.

No, I didn't really think
you did.

But I wouldn't hold out
as an expert against Fenny

and your mother.

Mother?

Does she think I have
some regard for him?

She thought it was possible
and I wanted to be sure.

Can I be sure?

Absolutely.

Why don't
you like him?

I can't explain easily.

I know.

Well, sounds stuffy now,
but I know.

He's not quite our class.

Doesn't sound stuffy at all.

It's true.

Class has always been
important to us.

Why should it suddenly stop?

He has a lot
of admirable qualities.

(chuckling):
Like what?

Like physical courage--
moral, too, I dare say.

I prefer a bit
of moral cowardice.

Oh?

Or whatever it is
that makes you admit

there can be two
sides to a question.

Other points of view
as well as your own.

Moral courage is often
the excuse people make

for having rigid minds.

Yes, I suppose it can be.

I grant, in Ronald's case,
a certain inflexibility.

You often find it in men who've
had to fight their way up.

He lost his parents
very young, too.

You've obviously learnt a lot.

More than any of us.

Only what he's told me.

Yes, but why
did he tell you?

That's what I wonder.

You've no idea?

None.

Oh, I'm sorry
you don't like him

but at least it makes
this easier.

He told me because he wants
to marry Susan.

Susan?

Fenny and your mother
were surprised, too.

They thought his interest
was in you.

She's not fit to marry anyone,
let alone Ronald Merrick!

Well, the psychiatrist
apparently thinks she is.

Samuels?
Who told you that?

Ronald.

He saw the fellow
a few weeks ago when

he was visiting the hospital
for tests and things.

With Susan's approval?
No.

He saw him before
he spoke to Susan.

He wanted to know what effect
a proposal might have on her.

What a bloody nerve!

I thought it rather sensible.
Of course you did.

You thought exactly what
he planned you should think.

Hope Captain Samuels
gave him bloody short shrift!

I don't think so.

With Ronald's disability
it seemed logical.

Beautifully logical.

Absolutely square
and above board!

He's very good with young
Edward, too, better than I.

Better than Susan,
better than any of us,

but he wouldn't be marrying
Edward, he'd be marrying Susan!

How good would he be
with her?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Especially as your
Aunt Fenny told me

that if it hadn't
been for you,

Susan would've had
a complete breakdown.

She had a complete
breakdown, Daddy!

I mean might've been put
somewhere.

She was put somewhere!

In a room with
barred windows.

They thought she might
hurt herself.

The baby...

Hasn't Mother told you?

Well, I suppose I've been told
what it's thought I can take in.

Fair enough.

It's Susan who decided.

Has she?

You've actually discussed
it with her?

Yes.

She seemed to have
thought it out.

All in all, I was rather
impressed by what she said.

Oh, I am sorry.

It was such a lovely breakfast.

I've spoiled it.

No.

There's something I think
you should know about me.

Something that might explain
why Mother and Aunt Fenny

hoped it was me that
Ronald wanted to marry.

No.

Nothing to explain.

Nothing to tell me.

Better eat up.

Drink up, too.

Yes, Daddy.

Quite sure you were
not followed?

I left my rickshaw
at the end of the road.

Mr. Kasim
will see you in here.

M.A.K., here is
Captain Rowan.

How do you do, sir?

I am well.

Please, be seated.

Thank you.

How is my old friend
Sir George?

He sends his regards
and I've brought a letter

he wants you to study.

We should have
some coffee, I think.

I will speak to Nitla.

Thank you.

H.E. is concerned
about the arrangements

for possible elections.

The position you take
will be important

in reducing the risk
of political conflict

between Muslim
and Hindu opinion,

even of communal violence.

Governor-ji is wanting
to arrange a meeting?

The last time we met
was in '42.

Unfortunately he made me
a proposition I had to refuse.

I was on my way to Premanagar,
you understand?

To begin my imprisonment.

I'm afraid I can't guarantee

transport in the morning,
Sergeant.

No, sir, of course not.

The adjutant says he can
produce two of the men

we want to interview
by 10:30 so if nothing's

come to pick you up by 09:30

you'd better get a rickshaw
down to the depot.

Or scrounge some transport
from the NCOs here.

Very good, sir.

Are you comfortably
situated here, by the way?

Very, sir.

I spoke to one of
the Medical Officers

who helps me from time
to time with this arm

and he said his NCOs
had a spare billet or two.

I thought you'd find
it more congenial

than any of
the alternatives.

That was very thoughtful
of you, sir.

Oh, do you expect to see your
friend, Captain Rowan, again

while he's in Pankot?

I've made no actual arrangement,
no, sir.

Hmm... might be useful for us
to know just what he's up to.

Tomorrow should be
very interesting, as well.

Good night, Sergeant.

Hello then.

Can I buy someone a drink?

(radio playing)

Anyone?

I'm sorry, Sarge,
it's not strictly allowed.

What isn't?

Treating to drinks.

Why not?
You bought me a beer at lunch.

Well, I could sign a chit
for it, see.

Why can't I sign a chit for it?

Well, you can for yourself,
but not for treating.

I'm sorry, Sarge, it's a rule.

I see.

I'll have a beer, then.

Anyone notice
a smell in here?

Somebody broken wind
or is it the drains?

Come to think of it,
I might've smelt it before.

Makes me feel quite queer.

Especially after the day
I've had.

Guess who I saw
outside with Count Dracula?

Miss Khyber Pass of 1935.

Jumping about like
two-year-olds, they were,

in and out of Jeeps.

They'll do themselves an injury
if they don't watch out.

And with Golden Boy and all!

Come on, Sophie.

There's not a bad Chinese
restaurant in the bazaar.

We sometimes go there
of an evening.

Actually, I'm not awfully
keen on Chinese food.

Oh, Christ, hark at her!

So when did all this happen?

Your sister and Ronald Merrick.

I wish I knew.

She's never said anything to me,
not the slightest hint.

I've not talked to Susan
about it yet, but Father has.

And apparently
Ronald's talked to him.

Does your father approve?

Let's say he doesn't know
Ronald well enough not to.

The drawback is consent's
not actually needed.

No, of course.

So you have the impression
it may be more or less fixed?

If it is, I want to unfix it.

I hoped you might help me.

I traveled up on the train
with him, as it happens.

With Ronald?

Quite by chance.

He's a half-colonel now.

He had Guy Perron in tow
as well.

Poor Mr. Perron.

So he's fixed everything.

I know it's a lot to ask,
but if there's anything

you can do, I would be very
grateful.

One's instinct isn't much to go
on if it comes to interfering.

Is it only instinct, Nigel?

From the point of view
of the family,

I'd be concerned
about the possibility--

just the possibility--

of his name cropping up
in any future political fuss

about officers suspected of
exceeding their duty in '42.

I've told Father
about the persecution.

I think it just makes him
feel sorry for the man.

And naturally,
Ronald's being very frank.

It's part of his technique.

What I meant was,
being able to tell Father

something that I don't know,
but which you might.

Something in a confidential
file, for instance?

I may be wrong, but whenever
we've talked about Ronald,

I've had the feeling that you
knew much more than you'd expect

for a man who'd never met him.

So, a file?

I should think all a file would
tell you about Colonel Merrick

is that he left the
comparative safety of the police

for active service in the Army,
and was decorated with the DSO.

Since when there's been
a history of rapid promotion,

no doubt well deserved.

In which case there'd
be nothing much to fear

from a political fuss later

if the files show him
to be such a paragon.

I'm sorry, Nigel.

I shouldn't try to involve you.

It's not your problem.

But I want you to know,
I do understand.

Your concern, I mean.

Yes.

And I am grateful for it.

Did you bring the parcel
from Reverend Mother?

Barbie's things?

Yes, yes, of course.

It's here.

It wasn't either bulky or heavy.

Do you want
to cut the string?

Oh, I always untie knots.

Girl Guide economy.

Unless they're difficult.

There's something else
I have to tell you.

I heard it from Guy Perron
on the train.

The havildar from
your father's regiment

that Merrick
was questioning...

I'm afraid he's dead.

He hanged himself.

On Sunday, apparently.

I believe Merrick intends to
visit your parents this evening

and tell your father.

He's probably there now.

Yes, I expect he is.

Poor havildar.

Poor Daddy.

"To Colonel Layton's daughter,
to the girl who visits me.

To Gillian Waller,
from a friend."

What is it?

Some lace Auntie Mabel
gave her.

Poor Barbie, too.

Look, do you see?

They're butterflies
caught in a web.