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[crying and screaming]

[sobs]

-Bhaskar. -Sister.

[Savita in Hindi] Have you seen a little boy in a red kurta?

[in Hindi] A boy in a red kurta?

[chatter]

[man in Hindi over loudspeaker] ...looking for their eight-year-old son.

Bhaskar Tandon!

Bhaskar Tandon!

[announcement continues]

-We'll find him. -[yells] Bhaskar!

Bhaskar Tandon. B-H-A-S-K-A-R.

-Bhaskar Tandon. -Mm-hm.

Professor Kapoor?

[Pran] Oh, my God.

He's alive.

Ma! Savita!

-Bhaskar? -Is he all right?

-[in Hindi] Blood? What is this? -[Pran] You knew my name?

I am a student at the university. I know Lata.

-Kabir Durrani. -Oh, thank you.

My Bhaskar. Thank you so much.

Ma.

[in Hindi] Ma, he saved him.

[in Hindi] Thank you so much, son.

[in Hindi] God bless you.

[in Hindi] May you always be happy, my son.

Thank you.

Bhaskar.

[in Hindi] Does it hurt?

[in Hindi] Open your eyes.

-Nani? -[laughs]

[in Hindi] Is it hurting? Huh?

[bird squawks]

[Malati] Your Bhaskar was one of the lucky ones.

And Kabir, the hero of the hour.

So, is it all over between you and Kabir?

-He wrote to me in Calcutta, you know. -Did he?

He seemed to be blaming me,

as if he was the one whose feelings had been hurt.

I suppose it was very melodramatic of me asking him to run away with me.

Very adventurous, rather.

You're always telling me how bold I am, but I think you have outdone me.

I don't know anymore.

Did anything else happen... when you were away?

Yes.

I was called a lipstick girl.

But I don't want to talk about it.

All right.

Hmm.

[chatter]

Firoz!

-Oh, oh, oh! -Firoz!

[Firoz] Maan! [chuckles]

-[servants chatter] -[Maan exhales]

It's good to see you. How wild and brown you look.

Try shitting in the fields, chotay Nawab. [chuckles]

Salaam.

[Maan exhales] I'm exhausted.

Come on. You're in danger of dissolving.

Not bad.

This must be the biggest Kurta you own.

No doubt you'll soon be taking it off again.

I don't like the way you said that.

You're not in love with her yourself, are you?

[laughs]

You do realise Saeeda Bai closes shop for Muharram?

Does she?

The Raja of Marh will be annoyed. She won't sing for him...

or you. [exhales]

Don't tell me you're jealous.

Well, as you once said, I never tell you anything.

-Oof! -[chuckles]

Can't I just stay here?

Then I can go visit Saeeda.

If I go home, Baoji will be furious.

I think you should go home first.

It's disrespectful to your parents.

You think I've planned all this.

Perhaps you have.

But I don't mind.

[bird squawks]

[Saeeda in Urdu] How did I manage to bear our separation?

-[in Urdu] Each week felt like a year. -[in Urdu] How cruel of you!

[in Urdu] You sent me away.

[in Urdu] I can be cruel in other ways too.

[Bibbo chuckles]

[in Urdu] First, some sherbet. Then some music, and then...

[chuckles] On second thoughts, why not?

[in Urdu] You must be tired after your long journey.

-[in Urdu] Tired? Not after seeing you. -[chuckles]

[laughs]

[in Urdu] The stain on my heart.

[grunts]

[Haresh] Points to remember. One, keep up with news and world affairs.

[grunts]

Two, exercise at least 15 minutes every morning.

A hundred...

Three, make 1951 the deciding year of my life.

Four, pay off debts.

[blows]

[grunts]

Five, learn to control temper.

Six, perhaps shave off my moustache.

Or not.

Seven...

Make Lata love me.

Dear Lata, I must thank you for your visit,

-and the nice time we spent together. -[chatter]

You must have brought me luck, because the moment you left,

I won a big order for the company,

and I fully anticipate an early promotion.

[phone rings]

-[in Hindi] All well? -[in Hindi] Yes, sir.

-[in Hindi] Where's Jagat Ram? -[in Hindi] I don't know, sir.

-Where is Jagat Ram? -That lazy bastard?

Gone. Dismissed. He left his shift before time.

His daughter is in the hospital. I gave him leave to go home early.

You had no business dismissing him. I want him reinstated instantly.

You give men time off for sick children, then what happens?

You have no workforce at all.

I said I want him reinstated instantly!

Since when have you started giving orders? I say what happens round here, not you.

-What is done is done. -Am I to be overruled in favour of this...

-clock-watching mediocrity? -Mr Khanna!

That is no way to speak about a colleague. I will not have it.

In fact, I think it would best if Mr Sengupta

-took over the HSH contract from now on. -What?

I slogged my guts for that order.

This has changed the fortunes of this factory.

If you give it to Sengupta, he will butcher the job.

We'll find out. But as of now, my decision is final.

In that case...

I can see no point in my carrying on here.

So...

I'm tendering my resignation.

You cannot leave. You are under contract.

I refuse to work at this benighted place, whatever the consequences.

-Mr... -[phone rings]

[door slams]

-[in Bengali] He's crazy. -[in Bengali] Gone?

Just like that.

[chatter]

[Mr Sahgal laughs]

[Mr Sahgal] Are you a lipstick girl, Lata?

[Malati] What's wrong, Lata? You're not yourself.

You know, what you need is something different to occupy your thoughts.

[man] Journeys end in lovers meeting.

Lata.

I have an idea.

Come here, look. Twelfth Night.

Just what you need.

Why not try out for it? I will if you will.

Come on, Lata. A play is just the thing for you.

[tuts] Come.

First day, first day!

-[Lata] I'm nervous. -[chuckles]

Come in, come in, come in. Introduce yourselves to each other.

This first reading will just be a run-through of the text.

[gasps]

-You set this up. -[man] Malati!

-What are you doing here? -The same as you, I suppose.

You never told me you were interested in amateur dramatics.

Nor did you tell me.

Well, I wasn't till Malati dragged me to the auditions.

-And I hear you did very well. -Is that why you auditioned?

Possibly.

It's good to see you again, Lata.

So, who are you playing?

-Malvolio. -[sniggers]

-I auditioned for the Duke, but... -Malvolio's the better part.

-No one remembers the Duke. -Where is the Duke?

[shushing]

Anything that brings us closer together.

-You're mad. -Shall we begin?

If music be the food of love...

[all] Play on!

[laughter]

And commands shall be executed.

-I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. -[Mishra] Olivia?

Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

To bed? Aye, sweetheart, and I'll come to thee.

[all laugh]

Ladies and gentlemen, a little decorum, please.

-[laughter continues] -Quiet!

Lata?

Yes?

I was wondering, could you give this to Bhaskar?

My father heard he has a gift for mathematics

and thought it might interest him.

-I hope it's not too much trouble. -No, not at all.

We owe you so much for what you did.

It was lucky I was there.

-Sorry I embarrassed you in the rehearsal. -Not your fault.

Shakespeare laid a trap for us.

-Yes. -[Malati chuckles]

I must go now. Goodbye.

A kite for Bhaskar. Such a beautiful kite.

[laughs]

So, you see, I don't know what to write to Lata.

What will she think?

What will her mother think if I have to tell her that now I am a workless man?

Not workless, but between jobs. You know you will soon find a good post.

I'm going to try with Praha.

-The Czech firm? -They're first class.

But they've only ever had one Indian in a position of authority.

-Then you can be the second. -I don't know.

-Perhaps they won't see me at all. -Of course they will.

But first, you must write to Lata and tell her the truth.

Then write to me and tell me how it goes.

I'm going to stay at my place in Delhi.

After my success with Lata,

Ma is sending her youngest son, Varun, to stay with me

while he interviews for the IAS.

I haven't seen him since he was a little boy. [chuckles]

I wonder how he's turned out.

[sighs]

As you can see, I'm on my way somewhere.

The cause of the Pul Mela disaster. What conclusions have you reached?

Ah, now.

Many possible explanations have been put forward.

It is possible that we may never know.

Agarwal, as Home Minister, surely you must be exploring all urgent enquiries.

And may I remind you, Mr Kapoor,

that with an election imminent, this may not be the best moment

to open up matters that might damage the reputation of our party.

Best to move forward, don't you agree?

Weren't you yourself responsible for security at the Pul Mela?

Hundreds were injured, 12 people died. I almost lost my grandson.

[in Hindi] Why are you standing there? Open the door!

[in Hindi] Let's go.

[Mahesh] I'm thinking of leaving the Congress Party.

-What? You mean leave politics altogether? -Perhaps.

With the Zamindari Bill being written into law,

and upheld by the courts, maybe it's the right time.

Nobody is going to take blame for the Pul Mela disaster.

And the Home Minister knows exactly what will happen

between Hindus and Muslims if Ramlila and Muharram clash next month.

I'm sick of the face-saving and the corruption in Assembly.

But that's why the country needs people like you.

To fight corruption.

In fact, the countryside needs you.

Look, come to my constituency.

Stand in Rudhia, where you can make such a real difference.

Will you consider it?

I'm touched by your trust in me.

Come and stay at Baitar Fort and see how things are.

-You might bring your son. -Maan? Won't he be a liability?

My people tell me he is greatly respected by the villagers of Rudhia and Salimpur.

And Maan has spoken to me of his interest in the lives of the village people.

And when did he tell you this?

Didn't you know he's staying here at Baitar House?

No.

-Hmm. -No, I did not.

[in Hindi] Stop here.

[in Hindi] Thank you.

Salam, Maan.

[water running]

[sighs]

[in Hindi] Maan! My son is here at last.

-[in Hindi] Where's your luggage? -[in Hindi] Don't worry about that.

-[in Hindi] How are you? -[in Hindi] Fine.

-[in Hindi] Bhaskar, look! -Maan Mamu!

Bhaskar? How are you? Are you recovered?

-Yes, Maan Mamu. -[in Hindi] He's fine now.

[in Hindi] He will be performing in the Ram Lila.

-[in Hindi] Really? -You must watch me or I'll kutti with you.

-You can't kutti with your mamu! -[laughs]

Huh? Now, little monkey, 17 times 369?

-6,273. -[laughs] I'm sure you're right.

-Maan. -Namaste, Baoji.

How did you know Bhaskar has been recovering?

We did not write to you.

How long have you been back in Brahmpur, hiding from your family?

I'm here now.

You bring shame to us with your behaviour.

You only come back home now

because Saeeda Bai shuts her house to Hindus for Muharram.

-It's my life, Baoji. -Unfortunately, you're part of our lives.

You won't be going back to her again.

I'm taking you back to the countryside. I'm standing for Congress in Rudhia.

-In Rasheed's village? -Yes.

Rhudia is in the Nawab's constituency. And you're coming with me.

[in Hindi] Wait! Pran and Savita are at the hospital.

[in Hindi] Our grandchild is due any minute.

[in Hindi] You go.

-[gasps] -[Rupa] Where is the doctor?

[nurse] The doctor will be here very soon. No hurry.

First births take a long time in general.

-Twelve hours is quite normal. -Oh, don't I know it?

With my first, it went on so long,

and the pain, it was so terrible, I wanted to die.

Ma-ji. Shall we talk about something else?

I am trying to prepare her. Otherwise, what is a mother for?

-[gasps] Is it really that painful? -Yes. It's truly terrible.

But when the baby is born, it is a joy to behold.

If everything is all right, that is.

-What do you mean? -What?

-Well... -Ma, please.

[breathes heavily]

-Breathe. -I'm right here.

[strains]

[exhales]

[Haresh] I feel so sorry to burden you with the news I have given above.

You will have to decide whether you could care for me

as a man without employment.

My feelings for you have not changed.

Indeed, the more I think of you, the stronger they grow.

But if you wish to stop corresponding, I will understand.

[baby cries]

[gasps] Ooh! Oh!

[in Hindi] Pran, she looks just like you.

[in Hindi] She'll improve.

Ma! [laughs]

-Thank you for waiting. -[phone rings]

Hello?

Mr Novak and Mr Havel will see you now. Take the stairs to the third office along.

[chatter]

-Why are you here? -Because I want to work here.

And I think I could be an asset to your firm, sir.

When you wrote to us, we offered you a job and you turned it down.

As a workman, at 28 rupees a week.

-I was in management at CLFC. -Something clearly went wrong with that,

or you wouldn't be here begging us for a job.

Havel, what do you think of this man?

[sighs] Show me your hands.

Bend your thumbs.

-You're not a shoemaker. -I am, sir.

No, you're not. Some other line would be better for you.

I can make a first-class pair of shoes

from the design pattern to the finished product.

Out of the question.

Suppose...

you choose the most difficult design on your production line

and I make a first-class shoe to that design.

Will you consider it then?

Brogues, Blake welted. For the foreman's job.

You make a shoe to our satisfaction,

and you can start as a foreman on 80 a week.

How's that?

I accept.

-Havel. -Relax, Novak. He'll fail.

-He doesn't have the thumbs for it. -Hmm.

[loud chatter]

[Lata] Dear Haresh, I'm sorry to hear you had to resign from your job.

Their loss will inevitably be someone else's gain.

Every time I see bare feet, I think of you making a shoe for each one.

Don't forget that the unkindness of people only hurts as long as we remember it.

It would be good to talk to you again. And I hope you have not lost your smile.

[in Bengali] It's just too hot.

[in Bengali] The heat on the train. I almost died.

Which bed for Mrs Savita Kapoor?

-[man] Bed number four. -OK, thank you.

-Kuku. -Yes!

[chuckles]

♪ Baby, baby, sweet as mangoes ♪

♪ See your aunties twirl and tango! ♪

[both chuckle]

What a lovely surprise.

Oh, we couldn't leave you to struggle on without help.

Aw!

Baby.

-Oh, this is very pretty. -Ma.

Hmm.

"A Lady Baby came today, What words are quite so nice to say?

They make one smile, they make one pray For Lady Baby's happiness.

Hush!

Lady Baby's fast asleep, The friendly fire-flames dance and leap.

And burning her to ash, they sweep Across the Lady Baby's dress."

-[baby cries] -"And that's one Lady Baby less."

Kakoli, that is not amusing! Meenakshi, control your sister.

No one can, Ma. She's hopeless. So, Lata...

-You're an actress now. -She is most certainly not.

-It's just a college play. Twelfth Night. -Shakespeare!

[gasps] Oh, I wonder what it would have been like to be married to him

and have him whisper sweet words in my ear.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

-Amit sends his love. -He's sorry you left Calcutta so quickly.

I was sorry to leave so soon.

But we were introduced to a very fine young man in Lucknow.

Weren't we, Lata?

A shoemaker.

[both] A shoemaker?

Shoemaker. Hmm?

-[baby gurgles] -[family coos]

[sighs]

This is first-class work.

Admit it, Novak, this is better than you or I could do.

-So I get the job? -You do.

Foreman, 80 rupees a week. Do you accept?

I agree the salary, though it's low.

But there's one more thing.

I need to live in the Praha accommodation, and be able to use the Officers' Club.

Absolutely not. You don't realise how far we go to accommodate you.

It is important to me.

I am hoping to marry and start a family very soon,

and I must have a good home to offer them.

If it is not granted, I'm prepared to walk away.

[in Czech] I don't see why he can't be admitted to the club.

[in Czech] What will the head in Prague say?

[in Czech] I will answer for it. He's an extremely talented shoemaker.

-[in Czech] It's your call. -[in Czech] It's my decision.

Welcome to Praha, Mr Khanna.

Madam, you have done me wrong.

No, no, no! Madam, you have done me wrong.

-Try it again. -Is that the handsome Muslim?

-[Kabir] Madam... -That's the one.

-Hmm... Very nice. -Hmm.

[Mishra] I am mad!

-Thick, dark hair and luscious lips. -Madam, you have done me wrong.

[sighs] Our brother had better look sharp

-if he wants to stand a chance. -Madam, you have done me wrong.

Is Amit interested in Lata?

More than he has been in any other girl.

-[women laugh] -Pray you...

Would you young ladies please keep quiet?

-[laughs] -[in Hindi] Bravo, Professor!

-Thank you, Professor. -Thank you.

[Meenakshi in Bengali] Come on, Chatterjee, let's go.

Excuse me.

[in Hindi] Little swing, clean your pots and pans.

[in Hindi] Bhaskar's ride has arrived!

[Lata] Dear Haresh. Good news about Praha.

Everything happens for the best.

Meenakshi and her sister Kakoli just left for Calcutta.

Our home is in chaos at the moment,

and my afternoons are taken up with rehearsals.

Let me see your face.

-[Lata] Look you, sir. -[chuckles]

-[Lata] Such a one I was this present. -[gasps]

[Lata] I don't know if I'm myself or one of Shakespeare's creatures.

[Pran sings]

[Lata] Please keep me informed about everything that happens.

No one here has lost faith in you.

Affectionately, Lata.

Hmm, that's nice. A bit higher.

Yeah. It's nice to be back home.

Oh, did I tell you? Kuku and I saw Lata's new student flame.

Very handsome, flashing eyes.

That Muslim? Forget it. What about the other one that writes to her?

Your mother seems to favour him. And she could have Amit.

-Let's invite him to us. -Who?

The cobbler.

We can sound him out, and if he's not quite the thing, as I suspect,

send him packing.

Bloody hell. For once, I wish my damned brother was here.

He could speak to the cobbler, so I don't have to.

Darling...

[train whistle]

[sighs] Gosh, I don't know how to do this.

Never say, "I don't know." Always say, "I'm afraid I have no idea."

-I'm afraid I have no idea. -[laughs]

[sighs]

You look very presentable. Much more handsome than your brother.

If you start to feel anxious during the interview...

think of last night.

Tell yourself "I am the Iron Frame of India."

I am the Iron Frame of India.

I am the Iron Frame of India.

I... am the Iron Frame of India.

[exhales]

So you're originally from Delhi, is that right, Mr Khanna?

Yes, indeed. I went to St Stephen's College there.

Ah, very good college.

And then you went to England? Was that to Oxford or to Cambridge?

-Northampton College of Technology. -Really?

It is one of the best places to study shoe manufacture, you know.

Yes, I dare say it is.

When I go to London, I always stay at Claridge's.

And the manager always asks me,

"Is everything to your satisfaction, Mr Khandelwal?"

And I say, "It is all to my satisfaction."

[laughter]

-[laughs] -He never takes me.

[chuckles]

-And do you like London, Mr Khanna? -Yes.

-I like the pubs. -Pubs?

You can find a pub on almost every corner. Very friendly places.

-"Gentlemen, time, please." -Hmm?

That is what they say at... at closing time, you know.

-Oh... -[chuckles]

I expect you saw quite a lot of plays in the West End.

The Deep Blue Sea. The Lady's Not for Burning.

I was in Northampton.

There was the local repertory theatre, but mostly I went to the cinema.

Dick Barton. Red River.

Easter Parade. All very excellent.

Where do you buy toys for your little girl, Mr Mehra?

I am always telling Mr Khandelwal to buy toys from England.

Well, of course, there's nowhere to compare with Hamleys

-on Regent Street. -Ah, Hamleys!

Five floors of nothing but toys on every floor! [chuckles]

When were you last in England, Mr Mehra?

[coughs]

[continues to cough]

[in Hindi] Darling. Go check.

I do beg your pardon. [clears throat]

-So maybe...? -Sorry.

You were telling us when you were most recently in England.

Well... [clears throat] As it happens,

it might surprise you to learn,

but I have never actually had the opportunity to... go there.

-[Meenakshi] Drinks, anyone? -[Arun clears throat]

-[Meenakshi] Oh, my darling. -[coughs]

-Anyone for another drink? -[glass shatters]

[coughs]

["Für Elise" on piano]

-[inhales] Amit. -Yes?

[Kakoli] What do you think of Lata?

-I like her very much. -Enough to marry her?

-Perhaps. -You know, you have rivals.

I scorn to compete.

But you must let her know how you feel or you will lose her.

Leave me alone, Kuku.

♪ Luscious Lata, born to be ♪

♪ Lady Lata Chatterji ♪

♪ Cuckoo clock chimes out her name ♪

You are the stupidest girl I know.

Cuddles. Go and bite Amit.

-[Amit] Come on, Cuddles. -[dog whimpers]

[crowd chanting in Urdu]

[chanting continues]

-[in Urdu] Sorry. -[in Urdu] It's all right.

[in Urdu] There's still enough to quench my thirst.

[in Urdu] Please leave.

Saeeda?

-You know you can't speak to her today. -Just to see her was enough.

It means something, what she's doing, giving up sherbet.

It is the holiest time for our Shia community.

It commemorates the terrible thirst of the Shia martyrs at Karbala.

You must respect the gesture.

-Do you think she will forgive me? -Muharram is almost over.

I'm sure Dagh Sahib will find his way back to her soon.

[chuckles]

I have to go and see Bhaskar now. He's in the Ramlila procession.

Come and watch?

Yes, after I have led the Tazia procession with my father.

I'll meet you here.

[man sings in Urdu]

[singing continues]

[Firoz in Farsi] Hussain is Ruler!

[in Farsi] Hussain is Emperor!

[in Farsi] Hussain is Religion!

[in Farsi] He gave his head but not his hand to Yazid!

[in Farsi] There is no keeper of the truth but Hussain!

O Hussain!

[crowd chants in Farsi]

[chanting continues in distance]

[in Urdu] A letter from Tasneem. For you.

[in Urdu] Look beyond your friends. There are others who admire you too.

[laughter]

[Savita in Hindi] Bhaskar, lift your arms up high!

Wow!

[distant chanting]

-[Maan] Look, there's Bhaskar. -[Savita] Bhaskar, Maan Mamu!

Bhaskar!

-Bhaskar! -[Bhaskar] I'm mighty and I'm powerful!

-Hey, my mighty boy! -[men chanting]

[in Hindi] Glory to Lord Rama!

We should move. Come, Bhaskar.

[chanting continues]

[shouting]

Bhaskar!

[child screams]

Firoz, stay close to me.

[distant screaming]

[man in Hindi] They're Muslims. Beat them up!

[in Hindi] Catch Nawab's good-for-nothing son. Don't let him get away!

[in Hindi] We're not Muslims!

[in Hindi] We'll soon find out. Chant the Gayatri Mantra!

[recites the Gayatri Mantra]

-[in Hindi] Satisfied? -[in Hindi] What about him?

[in Hindi] This one's a Muslim.

[in Hindi] Let's find out who he really is.

[in Hindi] What are you?

[in Urdu] I am what I am. What's it to you?

[in Hindi] Wait a minute. I know you!

[in Hindi] You're Nand Kishore. My nephew Bhaskar's tutor.

[in Hindi] Is this what you teach Bhaskar?

[in Hindi] He's a Muslim!

[in Hindi] So you teach kids to kill innocents?

-[in Hindi] Let us go. -[in Hindi] What's the hurry?

-[in Hindi] You go. He stays. -[Maan yells]

[in Hindi] He's my brother! Understand?

[in Hindi] Touch a single hair on his head,

and I swear by Lord Rama, I'll crush your bones!

[in Hindi] Get back!

[in Hindi] I said let him go!

-[in Hindi] Catch the bastards! -[in Hindi] Go after them!

-[baby cries] -[Savita shushes]

Maan hasn't reached home yet.

-No, Lata, don't, please. -[baby cries]

[Savita shushes]

[shouting in distance]

[men in Hindi] Glory to Lord Shiva!

[shouting continues outside]

Maan Mamu.

-[they pant] -[baby cries]

[Savita shushes]

Don't worry, the blood's not from us.

[baby continues crying]

[Firoz] I must call my father.

What happened?

[distant shouting]

[chatter]

[policeman in Hindi] What's your name? Show me your ID documents.

-[in Urdu] My respects, Aunty. -[in Urdu] Bless you, Kabir.

-How has Ammi been today? -Not so good.

[Kabir] I hope she didn't know about the riots last night.

-[door opens] -[Kabir] How are you, Ammi?

-Close the door, it's cold. -It's all right, I closed it.

What day is it?

It's Thursday.

Tonight's the opening of Twelfth Night. Remember? I am playing Malvolio.

[in Urdu] On Thursday night?

Yeah. That's right.

How's your father? Still asking if two and two makes four?

Yes.

[chuckles]

-When I was married to him... -[Kabir] You still are, Ammi.

You're not listening to me.

When I...

-You've made me forget! [gasps] -[distant shouting]

Oh. Listen. Listen. We don't have much time.

They're trying to get me married to someone else.

They've put guards outside my door at night.

And my doctor, did he go to Karachi, or did they kill him?

They lit his beard. I saw him go up in smoke.

And you don't care, Hashim!

-Kabir, Ammi. -Kabir came last week.

Ammi, I am Kabir.

I found the girl I want to marry.

Ammi... [sobs]

[gasps]

I came to you for your blessing. Please.

[sobs]

You look beautiful, my dear.

[laughs]

Really, Lata, they are going to love you.

It feels wrong to play a comedy after all that chaos.

-[Mishra] Beginners, please! -You look beautiful.

Orsino, Curio, musicians.

And where is Mr Durrani? Has somebody seen him?

-Sir. -Oh, hurry, hurry, hurry.

Will you be at the cast party? I'd like to speak with you.

All right.

-[exhales] -Break a leg.

Thank you, I will.

Some are born mad, some achieve madness,

and some have madness thrust upon them.

[quiet chatter]

The play is directed by Professor Mishra. Also known as The Great White Whale.

-[clattering] -[anxious chatter]

[fanfare]

If music be the food of love, play on.

[applause]

[indistinct]

-God bless thee, Lady. -Take the fool away!

There she is. Lata! Look. Lata!

Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.

-[laughter] -What think you of this fool, Malvolio?

Doth he not mend?

Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him.

Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs.

[laughter]

Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?

-To bed? -Who is that boy?

-Kabir Durrani! [gasps] -Ma-ji.

-Ay, sweetheart, and I'll come to thee. -[laughter]

[fanfare]

You shall from this time be your master's mistress.

-Ahoy! -Hey!

-Madam. -Is this the madman?

Ay, my lord, the same.

Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, kept in a dark place,

visited by a priest?

Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing.

[laughs]

-Poor fool, how they have baffled thee. -[laughter]

I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you!

[clown] ♪ But that's all one Our play is done ♪

♪ And we'll strive to please you ♪

-♪ Every day ♪ -[applause]

[fanfare]

[in Hindi] ♪ O fair dandy ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ Come to my street sometime ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ O lovely, silly girl ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ I'd visit every day if you'd like ♪

[laughs]

[in Hindi] ♪ No, meeting every single day Isn't good ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ It's not a good thing When it comes to love ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ Meeting a little ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ Then spending time apart ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ Is the way to go ♪

You were so good! And I am so proud of you.

-If only your father could have seen you. -Thank you, Ma.

Now, get changed quickly, let's go home.

No, Ma.

We've worked on this play for months and we want to celebrate.

[man] Come on, Lata.

Professor Mishra will see I get home safely.

[singing continues]

Dazzling, Lata. Well done, players.

[all] Thank you, Professor Kapoor.

[in Hindi] ♪ O lovely, silly girl ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ I'd visit every day if you'd like ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ O young dandy ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ Come to my street sometime... ♪

Coming, Lata?

[in Hindi] ♪ O lovely, silly girl ♪

[in Hindi] ♪ I'd visit every day if you'd like ♪

[laughter]

-You were so good tonight. -So were you.

-So you're not still angry with me? -No.

I don't know. I've thought so much about things.

-I let you down, didn't I? -No, you were being sensible.

Why didn't I just say, "Yes, let's run away together"?

-It's just not possible for us, Kabir. -Who says?

I know it's difficult for us, but where's your spirit?

Don't you care for me?

I do.

-I do. I've never stopped loving you. -Oh, Lata.

But I can't give up my family. I can't give up my mother.

If you stand firm, as you did tonight, your mother would have to accept it.

Kabir, do you know of any mixed marriages that have worked out?

-Do you know of any that haven't? -I don't know of any at all in our family!

Your family is not going to be there forever.

Are you going to sacrifice yourself for them?

[sighs] You don't understand, Kabir.

My family is not like yours.

You're right, Lata, your family is nothing like mine.

[gasps]

Lata?

-Lata? -[sobs]