All language subtitles for Indian Summers (PBS) S1E09 480p BDRIP XviD (moviesbyrizzo)

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(record skipping)

EUGENE:
What are you doing?

I'm... devising a new dance.

Yeah?

Sure.

I'm calling it "Don't Go."

Mm.

It's my brilliant plan.

See, you don't get
to catch your train

till the music ends.

Oh!

(laughs)

You got me.

(moves needle,
record stops skipping)

That was a mean
thing to do.

Anyway, who ever heard
of an American in India?

Look, I'll build you

a Taj Mahal.

A palace.

I gotta go.

No, you don't.

(laughing)

No, I can't do this.

Isn't it perfect?

Baby, I gotta go.

(panting lightly)

(birds chirping)

Gene?

Do you remember when we were
back home in Chicago,

and, uh...

Gene?

Baby?

CHILDREN:
♫ We all fall down! ♫

♫ Ring-a-ring 0' roses,
a pocket full of posies ♫

♫ A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down! ♫

Memsahib wishes to go down?

♫ A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down! ♫

(all clapping)

DOUGIE: All right, who's
ready for some work?

Come on, lazybones!

(grunts)

In.

Let's all go in,
come on.

Come on, in.

Shall we go down?

Shall we go down?

What do you think?

(crying)

Don't, that's enough, thank you.

(knocking)

(music playing)

(music from flashback playing)

Memsahib?

Please, open this door.

(crying)

(crying)

And yours.

So many.

Keep them.

(sobbing)

You know,
I cannot help thinking,

if I had not been so...
timid that night

and I'd given your sister

that stupid note
about the medal box,

would we...?

Would you still...?

No.

It was more than that.

Oh.

Good.

Not the English missy?

What English missy?

Oh, my God!

You have.

(laughs)

Aafrin's got himself
a little English missy!

Be quiet!

Oh my God, Aafrin,
you're so stupid.

We could have been happy.

L pity you.

Really.

They will tear you apart.

(dish shatters)

(banging)

What's going on?

(baby crying)

Malaria.

Ah.

I wonder if he knew.

How ill he was, I mean.

Well, he had been down with it
all summer.

Oh, sorry.

Mucky hands.

What was he doing
in that filthy room?

Well, I dunno.

He said he preferred it,
I think.

Maybe it reminded him
of Chicago.

I should put off
this visit.

No, you don't.

Your wretched Nawab
will be on his way up.

Anyway, we've made all
the arrangements now.

Thank you.

I do appreciate you
having him here.

I suppose you want me
to take the sign down.

You and your sign.

Well, it's not my sign,
is it?

It was Reggie's.

And I made a faithful promise
I wouldn't let it go.

The Nawab will be gone
by dinnertime,

then you can
put it back up.

Oh, shut up.

You don't think it
might look a bit odd

if the Nawab is the only
Indian guest at the club?

I don't see why.

It'll make him feel special.

I was going to say

we could bring in
a few trusted local men.

What?

Natives?

Here?

In my club?

As a one-off.

Think of them
as window dressing,

if you like.

No, I don't like.

Fine.

We just need to get through
this damn day.

You'll keep an eye
on Madeleine?

Yes, of course.

I promise.

Ruth, Ruth.

Michael.

Here, take these.

Take that.

And that one.

Now, give it a good whack.

There!

There, you see?

Who says we can't get along

without Mr. Whelan's
deep pockets, eh?

(chuckling)

What are you smiling at?

Your socks.

What?

These are more than...
well, half sufficient.

(laughs)

Here.

No.

It will take two minutes.

Don't be a baby.

I'm not being a baby!

ALL (chanting):
Baby, baby, baby!

Baby, baby, baby!

(laughing)

Stop laughing.

(thunder rumbling)

Sarah?

I've lost him.

Sorry?

Don't look at me like that.

I saw you all.

And oh,
what a perfect picture

of perfect bloody happiness.

Sorry, I'm not with you.

No, you can
say that again.

Why don't you
come inside?

Is this what he'll remember,
do you think?

My little boy,
when he's a grown-up?

His daddy and a sea
of little black faces,

and that creature?

How did I not see it?

All summer, egging them on.

I've never egged anyone on
in my life.

Are you sure?

Look, I've never seen
anything happen

between Mr. Raworth
or anyone else.

Haven't you?

Well, she knows
when to look away.

And I'm stuck at home.

I can't go to the club,
you see,

not after that fuss
at the trial.

Of course you can.

Look, you can come
with me.

Oh, how very kind.

Yes, we'll go this afternoon.

How does that sound?

Why not?

And we can tell them about you
and your late husband.

And then they'll be so busy
talking about that, well...

...I'll just be
one of the girls.

You'll do no such thing.

What time shall we say, 3:00?

Please, I beg you.

I'm not the enemy.

No.

But you're not my friend.

(locks open)

Hm...

(creaking)

(creaking)

(no audio)

Come inside.

Come and let's get you
something to eat.

I bet you're hungry,
aren't you?

Hm?

What's this?

♫ ♫

Who was that?

No one.

What did Mrs. Raworth want?

Oh, nothing.

(babbling)

I just don't understand

how it could have been
so sudden.

One day, he was...

Well, he wasn't fine.

How could he have gotten
so sick?

Wouldn't he tell me?

Well, I'm afraid

that's how this country
takes some of us.

Seen strong men
go to their graves

between tea
and suppertime.

That what happened
to your husband?

What?

No, not quite.

What happened
to the photograph?

Fire damage.

Who's in the missing half?

You?

(laughs nervously)

Um, I don't...

It might have been.

You know, honestly,
I can't recall.

Have you thought about
what you're going to do?

It did cross my mind that
you might like to consider

taking his ashes home.

I'm sure your poor father

would like to pay
his last respects.

But the wedding is...

Oh, you needn't be gone

more than a month or two,
plus travel.

It would only be
a very short delay.

(laughs)

It's just such
a long journey.

I know it is.

I know Ralph
would understand,

if he loves you.

All right.

Good girl.

Get her on the earliest boat
to Southampton,

then on to New York.

Women like that
never come back.

Yes, memsahib.

You were out late
last evening.

Yes.

May one enquire why?

Aafrin!

Fork, please.

You can't eat
with your filthy hands

when you're dining
with the Nawab of...

What was the name
of the place, Daddy?

Jaffran.

Mm. Jaffran.

I'm late.

Bye.

Is it true that
he's come all the way

to witness the famous views
from the British Club?

Then let us pray for rain.

Soon“.

(bangs table)

What is wrong with you?

Dhoraila doodh
per baraapo, Sooni.

She is not spilt milk.

She is another man's
daughter.

And her name is Sita.

I am quite aware
of her name.

Here are the plans
from the drafts.

You'll need half a dozen
labourers.

Work is already
underway, sahib.

Good.

Anything you need,

just charge it all
to my account.

Sahib.

Now, go.

Whelan!

Sir.

WILLINGDON:
Now, the Nawab.

You address him as
Your Highness, obviously,

but treat him as a gentleman.

He's actually
an entertaining fellow.

Sir, have you read
the intelligence?

He's already given the Congress
rally his personal blessing.

Well, it's up to you
to talk him out of it.

Everybody wants something.

What does he want?

I'll be on hand,
but I can't be seen to haggle,

whereas you, Whelan,
are so damn good at it.

Now, he'll push for cash
for his jumped-up little army.

They always do.

On that, you give no ground
on pain of death,

do you understand?

Understood, sir.

You know, all this
unpleasantness

between the Indian side
and ourselves...

There are moments when I wonder,
"Did we slip up?"

"Could all this
have been avoided

"if we'd offered just
a little more civility,

one more handshake?"

Whose hand
would that be, sir?

Well, the better class
of Indian.

The princes,
obviously.

Educators.

We have more in common with them
than we realize.

Mm.

What do you say
to that, munshi?

My father says,
"Courtesy is never wasted, sir."

Sound fellow.

Does he play billiards?

He was once fond of all
sports, Your Excellency.

I say, did you see
the Washington papers?

No, sir, why?

I think the Americans have
finally got the hang of it.

Bravo, sir.

Poor old Ghandiji.

Won't know what's hit him.

Not used to it, you see.

Not like some of us.

What was he thinking of,

tying himself in knots
over these poor Untouchables?

I'm so happy
to see you.

What is it?

Have you ever met anyone
whose most devout wish

seemed to be
to cause you pain?

How could anyone hurt you?

Wait till you know me better.

RALPH:
AI?

Aren't you coming?
No.

I'm not invited
on this occasion.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

It would have been all right
if you were there.

Come on!

I never see you.

Sir, you remember
my sister.

Yes, indeed.

(wind rustling foliage)

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Sahib?

(both speaking Hindi)
AAFRIN: (what is it you want?)
BOY: ( a policeman asked me to give you this)

(speaking hindi)
- (What policeman?)
- ("Sajjan Singh")

I have two minutes.

Evidence.

Stolen from the
coroner's office.

I told you.

I don't know anything
about any evidence.

WOMAN:
And yet here you are.

Miss Ayer?

I think there is one more.

Mr. Singh?

"Chotipool."

British spelling.

They always know better.

Where did you get this?

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

It has been the very worst
of summers.

Gandhi speaks like a saint,

and, you know,
for a while,

I was quite convinced
that he was a saint.

But now what does he do?

He is fasting unto death.

He is bickering
with our own Untouchables,

the most helpless people
under the sun.

See?

Typical India.

Nothing but children.

How could they possibly
hope to rule themselves?

We are the laughingstock
of the world, Mr. Dalal,

don't you think?

I am a clerk.

I am nothing.

But you know, there are
bolder voices in Congress

with a very different
philosophy.

What voices?

Not that fellow
Chandra Bose?

If the British
will not give up swaraj,

we will have
to take it by force.

Force? How?

The bullet.

The bomb.

You wish to become a terrorist?

I merely wish to live and perish
in my own land.

And I know
you are with me.

You don't know anything
about me.

You took evidence.

You stole it.

Why?

I don't even know any more.

You saw a lie
and you thought to yourself,

"This cannot stand."

You should be proud of yourself.

Well, I am not.

Then let me be proud of you.

What happened to you, Miss Ayer?

Me?

I made new friends
during my last spell in prison.

I am sorry to hear it.

Will you help us?

No.

That is impossible.

What you are asking...

Nothing is impossible.

Speak to Mr. Singh.

Give us your answer
before you go back to Delhi.

(sighs)

(kids laughing)

Ralph...

You know Mrs. Raworth?

Anyway, she's worked out
my husband's living after all,

and now she's been making
all sorts of enquiries.

What?

It was such a stupid lie.

I don't know
what possessed me

to come up with it
in the first place,

but I never intended
to stay so long.

It's no one's business
but your own.

You came here to recover.

It's perfectly fine.

Thank you.

Anyone with an ounce
of compassion

can see this man
deserted you.

Well, I'm afraid
it's not that simple.

What are you saying?

He hit you?

I'll kill him.
No.

He didn't hit me, all right?

Or hurt me.

He was-- is--
perfectly decent,

in his own way.

I deserted him,

not the other way around.

For God's sake, will you please
just say something?

Here he is.

Your Highness.

Up.

And you are?

Mr. Whelan.

Private Secretary
to the Viceroy.

Oh.

Allow me to present
my sister,

Miss Alice Whelan.

Smashing!

The Viceroy's vehicle
is at your disposal.

Stuff and nonsense!

I'm here for the champagne air!

Come along.

Don't you just
adore puppies?

♫ ♫

(shouts)

Come on.

Come on, boy.

Heel!

Enter the cavalry.

Oh, Mr. Keane.

You do seem to know
what you're doing.

Yes, my late wife always said
it was something about my face.

(barking)

Dogs and Indians.

Anyone would think he was making
some kind of clever point.

As I say, the Viceroy
is extremely grateful.

Oh, no he's not.

He doesn't even remember
who I am.

He probably imagines
this is one of the vicereine's

darling little
country retreats.

(chuckling)

Memsahib, shall I assist
the dogs?

You will stay
just as you are, Kaiser.

You're doing very valuable work
for the Empire.

Isn't that right, Ralph?

What is going on?

You said you wanted
Indian guests.

What did you call it?

Window dressing?

Well, allow me to present

Messers Rarge, Barge,
and Sarge.

There's something
very important.

And what clever point is it
you're making?

I don't know what you mean.

Just the one hand, Mr. Barge.

The one hand.

It's a tumbler,
not a votive candle.

What's the matter
with you today?

You keep hopping about.

I should get back.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

(chuckling)

That's it.

(laughing)

(barking)

Come here, boy!

Mrs. Raworth.

We'll see you inside.

Wait!

I won't be long.

The famous mountain view.

Yes.

Not bad at all.

Although I prefer
the Cairngorms of Scotland.

Have you visited
the Cairngorms, Mr. Whelan?

No, I've not had
the pleasure.

Well, you must,

once you are all
finished here.

We're in no rush
to go anywhere quite yet.

Oh.

So tell me,

you haven't
dragged me up here

simply for the, um...

What is this
confounded thing?

Milk punch.

Goat's milk, I hope,
in honour of the Mahatma?

(laughter)

Speaking of the Great Soul,
Your Highness,

there has been some talk
of a rally to be held next week

in the heart of your own
princely state.

Talk?

Nobody talks to me.

It's intended to mark
Mr. Gandhi's return to health.

Oh, my goodness.

Well, you really are
better informed than l.

WILLINGDON:
See, didn't I tell you?

False alarm.

Whelan, you put these things
so much better than I do.

Your Highness, in view of our
great mutual friendship,

shown to such great effect
by last year's reconstruction

of the Rajkot...

electric plant...

Forgive me.

Would you excuse me,
Your Highness?

Must you?

Two minutes.

Indeed, the Rajkot.

Two lemonades, please.

Mr. Raworth.

You got the check
all right?

Check?

Yes, and the note
that went with it.

Now look, was that your son
I saw charging about outside?

Why do you ask?

No reason.

Only I'm in correspondence
with a Mr. Bridges.

He's the bursar
of my old school

in Hertfordshire.

It's a decent
sort of place.

What?

No, go on.

You might say
he owes me a favour.

And looking at, um...

Matthew.

Yes, Matthew, thank you.

Well, they grow up
so quickly, don't they?

At least they seem to.

I've been meaning to ask,
what are your plans?

Plans?

Well, I had hoped this year,
we might...

A place might be
found for him.

Back home, of course?

Oh, absolutely.

He can't learn here,
can he?

Well...

It's been harder
than we thought.

So, you're thinking
leave it a year or two?

Yes.

Well, as long as
you're both happy.

I wouldn't go that far.

Now, forgive my
bringing this up,

but there are one or two
bursaries for pupils,

and if I were
to put in a word,

and, I suppose,
Mrs. Raworth,

you were to take
lodgings nearby?

It needn't be forever.

Just until he's settled.

Why are you doing this?

He's trying to help us.

I can't make any promises.

There is the pressure
on places,

and as you know,
term is already underway,

so you'd need to move fast.

Oh, I hadn't thought.

And, in the meantime,
Mr. Raworth,

you would be free
to devote your energies

to your friends
at the mission school.

Would I?

Well..

It's a big step.

It's whatever's best
for Matthew.

We'll certainly
think about...

Consider it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It was all her idea.

I thought you were angry.

How could I ever be angry
with you?

Anyway, since when
were you friends

with the old school bursar?

Well, I am now,
apparently.

(laughs)

That should buy us some time.

You make it look so easy.

Good.

I should get back to the...

Yes, and I should round up
more of the royal dogs.

Woof!

Alice...

What?

What are you so afraid of?

My son.

Losing him.

Why?

Because I love him.

Why?

Does it need saying?

No.

I meant to say I'm so sorry
about Madeleine.

Bit of a bombshell
that she's leaving.

Madeleine?

And I'll need another dozen
of those for the rear bar.

Oh, and boy...

Oh!

So...

Shouldn't you be off
Nawab-ing?

It appears my fiancee's
off home.

Is she?

Bags packed,
passage all booked.

Oh.

Well, if it's
what she wants.

I'm sure she'll come back
when she's ready.

What were you planning
on doing,

smuggling her onto a train
without telling me?

She would've told you herself
if you didn't go haring off

at the first rumour
of some actual need on her part.

Anyway, it's for your own good.

My own good?

That's right.

You're totally unsuited.

I see.

Why expose her
to a wasted life

in a country she can't
even begin to fathom

while you're off chasing
your higher cause?

Didn't seem
to bother you before.

Do you know,
actually,

it did.

But it was a question
of balancing up the profit

against the pain.

I blame myself entirely.

I should never have...

But look, look,

it's over now, and we can
move on with our lives.

Do I have a say
in any of this?

Oh, sweetheart.

Look, look.

Now, look in the mirror.

Now, you ask yourself,

"Do I love her?"

I don't know.

Doesn't know.

See? Doesn't know.

And who put you onto this?

Your sister?

Don't talk about her.

Oh no, cardinal sin, of course,
breathing her sacred name.

Ah, there you are!

Nice doze?

I'm sorry, sweetheart,
but if that's all...?

I'm losing the plot,
what with...

Come on, come this way.

(sighs)

NAWAB: The question is, my dear
fellow, what can you do for me?

This has come all the way
from France.

From France, it's come.

France.

Yeah.

Oh!

Did you know?

Did I know what?

About the boy?

Did you know?

The boy? What...?

What boy?

I know lots of boys,
what is it?

He wrote me a letter.

His first,
by the looks of it.

"My mother is dead.

You are rakshas."

Filthy language.

"You are my..."

Father.

From...

"No Name."

I thought his name was Adam.

Jaya.

Oh, sweetheart.

Come here.

Honestly...

I've had my fill of you
and your conscience

clanging into view
like the blasted Kalka Express.

I was 21, assistant magistrate,

and you put me up
in that old house

behind the beach.

I did!

Put up with you, more like.

I helped some man
in a land dispute.

A poor farmer on the road
to Trichopolli

trying to hang on
to his blessed half acre.

It was 30 minutes
of my time.

Well, that's what
we're here for, isn't it?

His name was
Chandru Mohan.

He asked me home
for some South Indian coffee,

where I met...

Yes, yes,
I know who you met.

...his daughter.

We talked about getting
married in the end.

Married?!

Some village squaw,
black as tar?

Your career,
your whole future at stake?

Yes, it sounds odd
to say it out loud.

Well, it sounded
even sillier at the time.

The day after I finally
told you everything,

suddenly I was given
a new posting.

Do you remember?

1,000 miles away in Burma.

Now, don't you look at me
like that,

because I was very worried
for you.

The diseases some of our young
chaps were coming back with

from those far-off places!

And the day after my new
posting, Jaya wrote to me.

Oh, did she?

What did she say?

What did she want?

She said the Patwari,

the head-man in her village,
had been made aware

that she was acquainted
with an Englishman.

There was to be no further
contact between us.

Well, good thinking.

Nip it in the bud.

Why are you dredging
all this up?

I'll tell you why.

The day Jaya died,
I went to see her,

and she said
a curious thing.

What? What did she say?

She said, "The worst person,
the worst of the lot,

"was a woman.

An English woman."

And ever since then,
I've wondered,

"Who did she mean?"

An English woman?

Well, how should I know?

Look, love, I'm sorry,
I really can't help you here.

No, you never could.

You've had enough.

As bad as my Reggie.

Just tell me
it wasn't you.

I never even met the girl!

Yes, you did!

Yes, once,
I stand corrected.

I tried to warn her off,

not that she was having
any of it.

The head-man was made aware

that she was acquainted
with an Englishman.

How did he find out?

Well, don't ask me!

You wrote to him.

You were so determined
to stop it

that you wrote to the head man
and you told him.

So is that
what you want to know?

All right, yes,

I may have written
a short note to the village,

a couple of lines,

for her sake
as much as anybody else's.

Saying what?

Saying I don't know what!

Saying "This girl was in trouble
over a European officer,"

I might have said,
and could they help?

Help?

Oh, look at you,

hanging on your decency.

Do you know something?

This is going to hurt,

but I will never lie to you,

because the truth is,
the real truth is,

that if you'd wanted her
that badly,

bugger the Empire,
bugger "my brilliant career,"

you'd have dropped everything
and run.

You'd have run back
to her village

and you'd have married her
on the spot

because that's what people do
when they're in love.

But no, you didn't,

because the fact is that
in your heart of hearts,

you couldn't wait
to be shot of her!

And let's face it,
it's you that knocked her up

in the first place,
isn't it?

Yes, but I didn't know!

Know what?

I didn't know that she was
carrying my child.

"In trouble?"

"In trouble
over a European officer."

You knew!

You knew she was pregnant

and you wrote to the old men
in the village

and you told them!

Oh god, so what if I did?

A pregnant, unmarried
young woman on her own

with no one to protect her?

What did you imagine
they were going to do next?

I expect every last dog
in the district

had his fun with her,

don't you?

And everywhere else
after that,

from the bottom of India

right up here to the top!

What a journey
over hill and dale,

little boy tripping after her,
no wonder she went mad!

How could you do that?!

Ow!

It's not me!

It's them!

Those people.

This bloody mad country!

No!

(sighs)

My sweet, darling boy.

Don't you see that I am here
to stop you falling down

and hurting yourself?

And look how far you've come.

Your daddy would be
so proud of you, Ralphie.

Get off, get off!

No, he...

And while we're on the subject,

your fiancee you're so fond of?

They're all flat broke!

So good luck paying
for the wedding!

(crowd silent)

Madeleine.

Madeleine!

Madeleine?

Come with me.

You're not safe here.

Something's wrong.

It's my brother.

He was meant to be entertaining
the Nawab, and then...

Well, I thought
he might be here.

Yes, I think
I saw him outside.

Really?

Follow me, please.

This way, please.

♫ ♫

You're shaking like a leaf.

It's all right.

Ralph will help us.

No.

No one can help us.

(panting)

(gasping)

A shed?

It's a bit more
than a shed.

If you say so.

Bhupi!

Anyway, I found it, uh...

Ah, yes.

Here.

I think he was
going to make...

I don't know
what to call it.

A folly?

"For M and R."

Was it a wedding present
do you think?

Anyway, I hope you don't...

...mind.

Darling?

He said he was going
to build me a palace.

I said I didn't want one.

(crying)

I love you.

I know I don't say it enough.

You don't say it at all!

I'm saying it now.

Please.

Please stay.

Douglas?

Oh look, your socks!

Uh, yes.

I had them mended.

In town?

No.

I wish you'd let me do it.

Yes, I'm sorry.

No.

You know, there are some days

I seem to see
every little thing.

You're very observant.

Yes.

It's ever so tiring.

I wish I could just
turn it off sometimes,

but I can't, you see?

(sighs)

What shall we do?

I don't want anything
from Mr. Whelan.

It's got nothing to do
with Ralph Whelan.

It's what Matthew wants
and what he needs:

an education.

And you'd go with him?

Yes, of course,
I'd have to.

For the boy's sake?

Yes, for his sake.

But you wouldn't mind.

Would you?

What do you want from me?

What do you
want me to say?

Say what you'd like.

Go.

Go and take him.

If that's what he needs...

You take him.

(lightly sobbing)

All right.

You need more thread.

Why don't you come inside?

I don't know what's wrong
with everyone today!

What the hell happened to you?

I'm terribly sorry, sir.

I felt a complete fool!

As I say, I'm...

Haggling over every last anna
like some village money lender.

The truth is, sir,

my fiancee's brother
only just passed away

and she's not taken it
at all well.

Well, for heaven's sake,
why didn't you say so before?

It is unforgiveable,
I should have told you.

Well, nothings unforgiveable.

The truth is, I didn't want
to leave you in the lurch,

which is, of course,
precisely what I...

Yes!

Still.

Do pass on my condolences.

Of course, sir.

You may confide in me, you know.

I'm not made entirely of stone.

No, no.

There was something.

It was just
a throwaway comment

the Nawab made to me
on the way up,

but I've been turning it over
in my mind.

Spit it out, Whelan,
for God's sake.

It was regarding the colour bar
at the British Club.

"No Dogs or Indians."

They did their best to hide it,
but somehow he got wind of it.

Oh, Christ.

Well, he was
most offended, sir.

In fact, I almost wonder

if that was the real reason
he drove you so hard today.

Because of the club?

Yes.

Because of the club.

Memsahib...

What?!

Oh, it's you.

Any word from Ralph?

Not tonight.

Wait till morning.

Things will be different.

Yeah.

In the morning.

So very wise.

My old Kaiser.

Why are you looking
so happy tonight?

A gift from my husband, sahib!

Oh, lucky you.

Where did you get it, Bhupi?

The bazaar.

Where did you get
the bracelet, Bhupinder?

I found it.

You found it.

(chuckles)

Goodnight, sahib.

Yes.

Goodnight.