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[birds screech]

-[cricket ball thuds] -[cheering]

Good shot, sir!

[over loudspeaker] The university team is batting for the win.

The Old Boys look rather ragged.

Two wickets remaining, and Kabir Durrani is on course for a mighty hundred.

-You're both looking very pretty today. -[chuckles]

-Turn round. Watch the ball. -It's all right, it's never going...

Oh, my God!

-[booing] -Excruciating fumble at deep mid-wicket.

The Old Brahmpurians have been caught napping again.

-[laughs] -Shush.

The University Boys need 11 runs to win, with two wickets in hand.

-Howzat! -An appeal, and Umpire Kapoor says...

It is. It's in.

-Oh, poor University Boys. -That's an over. Exciting.

-Eleven to win with one wicket standing. -Not a problem, Professor Kapoor.

[inhales]

-Catch it! -He's hit high!

-And it's a six! -[cheering]

-Good shot. -Thanks.

It's all in the hands of Malvolio.

-University Boys need only five runs... -Don't let him affect you.

...for victory. Can Kabir Durrani save his team?

[crowd chants] Kabir! Kabir! Kabir! Kabir!

He's hit it high again!

Really, really this should be a catch.

-He's done it! -Oh, my God!

-Oh! -The Old Brahmpurians have it.

Malvolio unlucky again.

I can't believe Maan is man of the match.

Fluke of a catch.

-[player] Nicely done. Nicely done. -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

OK. All right, all right.

Lata, look.

This parcel came two hours ago from Calcutta.

Open it at once. I want to see what it is.

[Lata] It's addressed to me, Ma, not to you.

All right. I'll open it.

[chuckles] It's Amit's book of poetry.

He promised he would send it, but I wasn't sure he would.

The Fever Bird, Amit Chatterji.

They make such beautiful things in England.

Give me chance. I haven't read it myself.

Ma. [tuts]

[sighs]

[baby cries nearby]

Hmm!

"Late, I admit, but better late than not."

[Amit] A gift to one who need not spare its flaws.

"This book comes to you from a verbal sot."

[Amit] A babu bard and bachelor of laws.

[chuckles]

[Lata] L-A-T-A.

Lata.

Do you know how happy you make me?

But now you are going to leave me again.

Tell me to stay and I will.

No, you must go. Your father needs you.

I'll be here when you return.

-Tell me, what's bothering you? -Many things.

Your friend the socialist, for one.

Rasheed?

[in Urdu] He's been sending absurd letters to Tasneem.

[in Urdu] Indecent letters! I don't let her read them.

I knew he liked her.

But he has a wife.

-That makes it worse. -I'll go see him in his village.

I'm sure I can persuade my father to pass that way.

You would do that for me?

[in Urdu] Dagh, my beloved.

[exhales] Ah.

Promise me. No more fasting for my health.

-Your own health is not all that good. -I'm fasting for your votes.

-[chuckles] -Oh. Bas, bas, bas.

Chalo, chalo, you're going to make us late for everything.

-[in Hindi] Look after your father. -[in Hindi] I'll try.

[chuckles]

Nanu, Nanu, Nanu!

I have analysed the population of Salimpur by religion and caste.

Look at my charts here.

Chances are very good for you, Nanu.

-Thank you, Bhaskar. Bye. -[blows]

-[imitates sound] -[chuckles]

[Maan] Bye, genius.

[Haresh] Dearest Lata, I hope you are very well.

I am in excellent health myself, and my career is prospering at Praha.

It was a great pleasure to meet your brother and sister-in-law at their home,

and I am hoping that I can return the invitation

by giving your family a Christmas luncheon at the Prahapore club.

What this country needs is a controlled dictatorship,

not what these silly politicians are doing.

-Careful, Arun. My father is a politician. -[baby cries]

Oh. Well, I didn't, er...

-[chuckles] -[laughs]

-Give me baby Uma. -Wait, wait.

[baby cries]

[Varun] Savita di!

Hello!

-[chatter] -Come to me!

My dear family, we have all been invited by a certain Mr Khanna

for Christmas lunch at the Czech Cobblers' Club.

Yes, but before that, we have a dinner party chez Chatterji.

And Amit has been so longing to see you again, Luts.

-[Pran] Welcome home, Uma. -[baby cries]

[laughter]

-[laughter and chatter] -[Mrs Chatterji] Welcome, Rupaji.

-And this is where you do your writing? -Hmm, most of it.

And the fever bird in your poem was singing just outside this window?

In the amaltas tree. Look.

"Shake slightly on the moonlit grass."

Thank you for writing a poetic dedication specially for me.

-You have a nice smile. -It's a pity I can't see it.

-Oh, no. It would be wasted on you. -[chuckles]

[Varun] But what should I do? I am no good for anything.

No, no. No, don't join the Indian Administrative Service.

You'll end up a version of your older brother.

How did you do in your interview?

-Terribly. -[Pran] Savita sends her regrets.

-She has her hands full with baby Uma. -No matter.

One day I shall visit Uma and take her out for her first walk

-to the Victoria Memorial. -Our pleasure.

[chuckles]

[Kakoli] This is what you call a luchi.

-My luchi. -My luchi.

How's Krishnan bearing up, Kuku, with the news of you marrying Hans?

Krishnan is, er, taking it very well.

Er... He will always have a place in my heart.

-Of course. -[chuckles]

-Who's Krishnan? -One of your predecessors.

Don't worry, Kuku's heart is full of specially reserved places.

[laughter]

No, it's not. No, it's not.

You're completely heartless, and you're upsetting Hans.

He has a very pure soul.

Take no notice of my frivolous children, Hans.

We are not frivolous about important things, Baba.

No? What is more frivolous than qualifying as a barrister

and then not practising the law? Hm?

What do you think, Mrs Mehra?

I do think that a man should have a proper job.

Ah, Mrs Mehra, if you don't consider poetry a proper job,

then I am doomed to disappoint you.

Of course, it's not for me to tell you what to do.

-Now, there I agree with you entirely. -[Mrs Chatterji] Amit!

[guests sing]

[in Bengali] ♪ If no one responds to your call ♪

[in Bengali] ♪ Then walk on alone ♪

[in Bengali] ♪ Walk on alone, walk on alone ♪

[in Bengali] ♪ Walk on alone, walk on alone ♪

[in Bengali] ♪ If no one responds to your call, then walk on alone ♪

-[Hans sings in operatic style] -[laughter]

-[Hans sings operatic flourish] -Wow!

Now I think we should be going.

[Amit] I promised to show you the Botanical Gardens sometime.

Come see with me the banyan tree, should you happen to be free?

I would love to.

I don't think I'm doing anything the day after tomorrow.

-[Rupa] Prahapore. -Ma?

She is going to Prahapore with the whole family.

-Oh, yes. -Haresh has organised a gala lunch for us

and you are thinking of gallivanting off to the Botanical Gardens?

-I forgot, Ma. -Forgot!

You will forget your own name next. Come, Lata.

[in Urdu] ♪ Call me, call me, call me, call me ♪

[in Urdu] ♪ Call me, call me, yes, call me bad ♪

[in Urdu] ♪ Call me unworthy, call me improper ♪

-[Mahesh] Maan! -[tyres screech]

-For God's sake, Maan! Drive straight. -Sorry.

[goats bleat]

So many women in these villages are in purdah.

Yes, they are. When I was with Rasheed, I wasn't even allowed in the house.

What we need is a really powerful woman speaker.

That'll show them what progress is like.

It would've been nice if your mother could have campaigned with us.

I can hardly imagine Ma holding fort on a podium.

No, but she's from the family. I need to be seen as a family man.

Here he is! The man of the moment.

We will show the bastards what is what, yeah?

Salaam, Waris.

[in Urdu] Saleem, get their bags out.

I hope you are not offended by my rough manners, Minister Sahib.

You know I am here to serve and be useful.

Your son is very famous in Rudhia now as a wise counsellor.

-[Firoz] How are you, sir? -[in Urdu] The young Nawab.

-Ah. -How was the journey?

-Tolerable, thank you. -Welcome.

-Kapoor Sahib. -Nawab Sahib.

-[in Urdu] Welcome. -[in Urdu] Welcome.

Salaam.

[in Urdu] Oh, sir Maan, welcome, welcome, come in.

Excellent to have you here.

[bird squawks]

[Mahesh] This estate is a national treasure.

But will the privy purse maintain it? [chuckles]

It is not my own house that I am so concerned about,

-but the people who depend on me. -Hmm.

[gasps]

[Firoz] Welcome to feudal life.

[Maan] I could get used to this.

Huzoor, cigarettes?

[in Urdu] Fan? Fan!

[in Urdu] Fan.

[Mahesh] Why ask me to stand as your candidate

when you could stand here yourself?

I am not a politician, Kapoor Sahib.

I can't go round the villages asking people for their votes.

And the Hindu vote will be a problem for me.

This was the heartland of the struggle for Pakistan.

This is where much of the bitterness was created.

We Muslims are in a minority.

Who can protect us and our culture?

Only people like you who have friends among us,

who do not prejudge us because you judge from experience.

You will have all my support, Kapoor Sahib.

I am giving you my trusted man from Baitar. Consider him a fixer.

He can work with you to ensure an even larger share of the votes.

-Who is he? -Waris.

-Your servant? -Don't underestimate him.

He's tough, and people look up to him around here.

[bird squawks]

Look at that.

[Waris] Have you ever eaten peacock?

-They're delicious. -[Firoz] Waris!

You know my father doesn't like people shooting peacocks on the estate.

Yes, yes. I know that.

But if one shoots one by mistake, one may as well eat the bastard.

By mistake?

-Well, it happens. -Waris.

All right, huzoor. Not today.

-Put Kapoor Sahib's things in my room. -[in Urdu] Yes, sir.

[cocks gun]

[peacock calls]

[sitar music]

-[music stops] -Wow!

[Nawab in Urdu] God be praised! You've outdone yourself today, Khan Sahib.

What an honour to see Khan Sahib play.

The honour is mine.

-To host the man who saved my son's life. -Hmm?

Maan hides his good deeds from you, instead of his sins.

Ask your son to tell you how bravely he saved my son's life.

Khan Sahib.

[music restarts]

[Kabir] Please.

[clears throat] So what's this about?

-It's about Lata. -I thought as much.

I can't stop thinking about her.

I'm always wondering when she'll meet someone

whom she gets to like more than me.

It's difficult to explain, Malati.

I had such a sense of... joy when I was with her.

But it lasted no time at all.

She's so cool towards me now.

But I know she still has feelings for me.

Tell her. Tell her I really will run away with her, if that's what she wants.

[scoffs]

Please. You're her best friend. She'll listen to you.

I would.

But she has left with her mother and sister.

They're celebrating Christmas vacations in Calcutta.

Damn.

Why do you love her?

Because she's Lata.

I love her because I can't help it.

I have no idea why I love her, I just do.

Will you help me?

I think you need to tell her that yourself.

Yes. You're right.

-What about the vegetarian dishes? -All organised, Mr Khanna.

The Christmas pudding with brandy sauce?

Yes, yes.

Or do you think it should be apple strudel?

Christmas pudding is more special.

You understand no expense is to be spared?

-Proper Scotch whisky, premium gin. -Of course, Mr Khanna.

At 18 rupees per head instead of seven, no need to worry, Mr Khanna.

-[yells] -Any problem, Mr Khanna?

What a pity the swimming pool has no water at this time of year.

You think they will want to swim?

-No, no, for the look of the thing. -Oh.

All right, Khushwant.

[sighs]

[chatter]

[they exchange greetings]

-Arun Ji. Welcome. -Mm-hm.

Hello, Haresh betay.

[Arun] Come on, Minxy.

Haresh.

-Lovely place. -Thank you for coming.

[laughter and chatter]

Varun. Don't eat so much bread. Can't you see how many courses there are?

OK, Ma.

The Czechs are good chaps at heart, you know.

They believe in results, and I have been able to double their productivity.

They're not like those Bengalis, who keep talking, talking but do no work.

-[chokes] -[splutters]

I think you might be forgetting that my wife's family is Bengali.

[stutters] I... I... I'm so sorry.

I was not talking about... your kind of people.

I was meaning the fellows on the factory floor.

Please accept my apologies.

How lovely these flower arrangements are.

-Beautiful. -Yes, yes, yes.

Red, red roses. Oh, so fresh.

Bleeding, pleading for Haresh. [chuckles]

For you, Mrs Mehra, a special vegetable bake.

Thank you.

-How thoughtful of you. -I'm so glad you're happy with it, Ma.

-You are so considerate, Haresh. -Ma?

And this must have cost you a fortune.

A month's salary.

But what does that matter if it brings pleasure?

-[Khushwant] So did you enjoy the meal? -[all] Oh, yes.

We wish you all a very merry Christmas.

The Czechs were sceptical at first,

but they couldn't argue with the production figures.

And, you know, they respect a man who is prepared to roll his sleeves up

and get his hands dirty.

Lata has been saying how much she has been looking forward

to seeing you in your smart new place.

You must come for dinner on New Year's Day to our place in Sunny Park.

Do you like cricket, Haresh?

-Yes, but I'm not a good player. -Oh, I'm not talking about playing.

Arun will take you on New Year's morning to see the test match.

He has several tickets, and you will join us for dinner later.

[chuckles] We can make a gala day of it!

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Cheers.

Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.

Thank you, that was a lovely lunch.

-Are you all right? -Hope to see you soon.

We haven't had the chance to talk.

-Good luck. -Ta-ta.

[Arun] Bye-bye.

That's a lovely salmon pink sari you're wearing.

[laughs] What?

Salmon pink? Wasn't pink specific enough?

-It isn't pink? -[chuckles]

Thank you for lunch.

Green, is it?

-You're colour-blind? [chuckles] -I'm afraid so.

I do get most of the colours right. I never make a mistake with blue.

Then I'll wear blue next time.

Goodbye, Haresh.

[car engine starts]

-Goodbye, Haresh. -Mr Haresh, not so fresh.

[Meenakshi laughs]

-[Rupa] We'll see you in Calcutta. -[Pran] Thank you.

I hope it was all a great success for you, Mr Khanna.

Yes, absolutely it was.

I think.

Thank God that's over.

The whole thing should be nipped in the bud.

I can't stand him.

What is it you have against Haresh? That he isn't one of us?

He's a dapper little man with co-respondent shoes and a big head.

And now we've got to have him on New Year's Day, it seems.

-Arun Bhai. -What?

I don't want you to ruin Lata's chances.

She doesn't have to stoop as low as that.

Others are interested. Meenakshi's brother, for one.

Amit?

[Arun] Yes, Amit.

Oh.

Well... [sighs]

Let Lata decide for herself.

Leave it to her.

Darling, could you let me out here? I have a few things to buy.

I'll take a taxi home.

-[Arun] Are you sure? -[Meenakshi] Yes, I'm sure.

Thank you.

Sorry I'm late. Lunch went on a little bit.

You know, this thing makes me anxious now.

Oh, as long as it doesn't detract from your performance.

Which it doesn't seem to.

I mean, Shireen and I will be married soon.

What difference does that make?

I'm married, you will be married.

I enjoy this, you enjoy this. That's all there is to it.

Merry Christmas!

-But, I mean... -No buts, no fuss. It doesn't suit you.

In fact, nothing suits you

except... your birthday suit.

-Come on, now, get your things off! -[Billy sighs]

[Hans sings "Der Leiermann" by Schubert]

[sighs]

♪ Keiner mag ihn hören ♪

♪ Keiner sieht ihn an ♪

♪ Und die Hunde knurren Um den alten Mann ♪

[sighs]

♪ Und er lässt es gehen Alles ♪

How can anyone think with that racket going on?

My fiancé's lovely singing, a racket? You have a cloth ear, big brother.

Time to wake up, look around you,

or soon you will find yourself a lonely old man.

Minister Sahib, now you leave everything to me.

Transport, meetings, singers, drums.

You just tell the Congress Party to send us plenty of Nehru posters.

We will put them up everywhere,

and we will not let anybody sleep for one month.

Waris, will you take us to the neighbouring village tomorrow

-to see the elders? -Of course.

-And the reason for this? -Rasheed and his family live there,

and they're very influential locally.

I think it could do you a lot of good to be seen around him.

Interesting. We might make a politician of you yet.

Jump in.

[Waris in Urdu] Look who is here!

[in Urdu] Mahesh Kapoor is the Nawab Sahib's old friend.

[in Urdu] He's standing for election.

[in Urdu] He'll fight for your land and rights.

[knocks]

-[in Urdu] My respects. -Maan!

[in Urdu] So who should we all vote for?

[in Urdu] About your rights...

Vote for Congress! Vote for Congress!

[in Urdu] I want to see progress in Rudhia.

-Vote for... -Congress!

-[in Urdu] Give your vote to him. -[in Urdu] Trust me, vote for me.

Please vote for Congress.

-Vote for... -Congress!

-[in Urdu] Long live Mahesh Kapoor! -Where is Maan?

[in Urdu] Is Rasheed here?

[in Urdu] No.

[in Urdu] I've disowned him.

[in Urdu] He's forbidden from coming here.

[in Urdu] What has he done?

[in Urdu] He gave our land to Kachheru.

[in Urdu] He dared to take the law into his own hands.

[in Urdu] He incited the farmers to revolt.

[in Urdu] He doesn't listen to reason.

[in Urdu] He goes on about some woman. He's gone mad.

[in Urdu] I've thrown him out of the family.

-[in Urdu] And his wife and child? -[in Urdu] They're here with me.

[in Urdu] Rasheed doesn't give a damn about them.

[in Urdu] His poor wife has known only suffering.

[tuts] Rasheed...

[in Urdu] Don't worry about him!

[in Urdu] His uncle sends him money every month.

[in Urdu] He has only himself to blame.

-[in Urdu] Where is he now? -[in Urdu] Brahmpur. Where else?

[clicks tongue]

[in Urdu] He says he wants to live with that other woman.

[in Urdu] My only living son is dead to me.

[cow moos]

[grunts]

[Mahesh] Oh, sleeping under the stars at my age.

I think you're enjoying it.

[exhales]

[grunts]

[Pran] Hmm, dazzling, Lata.

I hope you know I'm seriously annoyed.

You should spend New Year's Eve with your mother.

-You have us, Ma. -Yes, yes.

Ready? Happy New Year! Happy New Year, Ma. [kisses]

♪ End the year in fun and frivol Fa-la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la-la ♪

♪ Let the rest be drab and drivel ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la! ♪

-[Meenakshi] Come on, Luts. -Will Amit be there tonight?

Well, I hope so.

[women whisper]

Varun, I want you to go and keep an eye on your sister.

-I don't trust Meenakshi to do it. -Oh, Ma.

Don't you, "Oh, Ma" me. What would your father say?

1952! [chuckles]

-Happy New Year, my darlings. -[Meenakshi] Kuku.

♪ May the year of '52 Be a gala one for you! ♪

-Hello. -Oh, hello.

Hey! Amit! Amit!

-I feel the need to escape. -I can't, I have a chaperone.

-We'll give him the slip. Come on. -[gasps]

[fireworks explode]

[loud chatter]

[Lata] So lovely. 1952. How new it seems.

-As if each digit were polished. -That's very good.

-May I borrow it? -Be my guest.

And you'll come to the Botanical Gardens the day after tomorrow?

-Of course. -[chuckles]

[laughs]

[both laugh]

-It's very nice to see you again. -I feel the same way.

May I?

[crowd] Happy New Year!

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

-Are you annoyed with me? -No.

-But I think I want to go home now. -Of course.

-[in Urdu] Wait over there. -[in Urdu] Yes, sir.

[exhales]

Er, can you tell me, is this the Mehra apartment?

Yes, it is.

-Aren't you Amit Chatterji? The poet? -Yes, indeed. I suppose I am.

I like your work.

You must come and do a reading at Brahmpur University.

-I'm a student there. -I might.

As it happens, I'm rather in love with a girl from Brahmpur.

Really? Well, I'm rather in love with a girl from Brahmpur too.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Really, Arun, you're being extremely tiresome.

I cannot understand what is the big difficulty.

That's because you pay no attention to anything or anyone but yourself.

Oh, Amit darling, so sweet of you to come for us.

-Arun has been absolutely troublesome. -[Arun] Ah, Khanna, sorry.

Test match kaput as far as you're concerned.

-The Bentsen and Pryce box is full. -Oh, but I thought--

And I'm afraid we've made other plans for dinner tonight.

-Come on, Arun. -Nothing to be done.

-And we are in rather a hurry. -[car doors slam]

[Meenakshi] Bye!

Well, at least I get to see Lata.

-You know Lata? -Yes. I hope to marry her.

Do you know her as well?

Yes. I know her very well.

Who is that? Is it Haresh? Do come in, Haresh.

Lata's on the veranda. I'm sure she will be delighted to see you.

[footsteps]

-Here she is. -Hello.

Oh... aren't you going to the match?

-Apparently not. -[chuckles]

[Rupa] I'll leave you two together. Please sit.

May I?

I've started reading Hardy again.

Don't you find him a bit pessimistic?

Well, I am such an optimist, perhaps he is good for me.

Lata.

[in Punjabi] Just tell me.

Do I have grounds to be optimistic?

Haresh, I think we should meet and talk some more

before I can make up my mind finally.

It is the most important decision of my life.

Well, I'm sure...

-I know I'm not very eloquent... -It's not that.

I need to know.

I only have tomorrow, then my leave will be over.

We can spend tomorrow together. Will that give you time to decide?

I can't see you tomorrow.

I've arranged to go to the Botanical Gardens.

-Cancel it now. I insist. -[exhales]

Don't be mean.

I'm not mean.

-Haresh, I didn't-- -I'm not mean.

Don't...

Don't you ever use that word for me again.

I'm going now.

I'll find my way to the station.

Thank your family for me.

[baby coos]

-Where is Haresh? -Gone.

Gone where? And why?

I don't know. He just got angry with me and walked out.

What do you mean, walked out?

-Lata. -[Savita] What's the matter?

Haresh has gone. Walked out, she says. What did you say to him?

-Lata? -I don't know.

-Ma. -Well, you've ruined your future now.

-After all my hard work. -Ma.

[car approaches]

[in Hindi] Get up, get up, get up.

-Maan Mamu! -[in Hindi] How are you?

Now, you little monkey.

-[in Hindi] You must be tired. -[in Hindi] Not really.

-[in Hindi] Everything went well. -Ah.

[in Hindi] One has to work hard in the beginning.

This fellow and I were sleeping under the stars together.

What were the numbers in the different villages, Manu?

First you come to me.

[grunts] Later, you can analyse everything later.

-Baoji? -Hmm?

I have to go see a friend.

-[in Hindi] It won't be long. -[in Hindi] Must you go now?

[in Hindi] I'll join you for dinner.

Go on. Time off for good behaviour. But don't be late.

-Thank you, Baoji. -Away. [chuckles]

-So, were you a good boy? -Yes.

-Were you good to Nani? -Yes.

-Nani, was he a good boy? -He was a good boy.

[loud chatter]

-[in Hindi] Where does Rasheed live? -[in Urdu] That way.

[in Hindi] That way?

[in Urdu] Who is it?

[sighs]

This is from the Nawab's son, Firoz.

What is this young man to you?

I like him, Apa.

[in Urdu] Don't you dare write to him again or read his letters.

And you are never to see him alone. Understand?

But what is wrong with him?

Am I never to see anyone?

[in Urdu] Although, madam, the young Nawab is a very decent man.

[in Urdu] So you delivered his letters! Go! Tell him I want to see him.

[in Urdu] Go! Now!

[sighs] [speaks Urdu]

[in Urdu] My little one.

He is not the one for you.

[slaps back]

Why have you come here?

I have no time for Urdu lessons at the moment.

-I don't have time. -No, no. I've been missing you, Rasheed.

Are you all right?

[in Urdu] Let's go out. I can't breathe in here.

[Rasheed] The Congress Party is in league with the big landlords.

Look at your father and the Nawab of Baitar.

My father pushed through the Zamindari Bill, Rasheed.

He's on your side in this.

[in Urdu] So they've fooled you too.

[in Urdu] But the people they've fooled aren't so stupid.

[in Urdu] Sorry, but what are you trying to say? Let's sit...

[in Urdu] Why sit?

I hated you, as well as the others, when I realised what you were all up to.

Don't pretend you don't know.

You knew I was married, and yet you joined this conspiracy.

-Don't deny it. -What conspiracy?

I know you and Saeeda Bai, and the others,

including some important people in the government,

they're all trying to get me married to Tasneem. Of course I don't want it.

But she will go insane if I don't return her love.

What are you talking about, Rasheed? I'm not part of anything like that.

I know what is what! Don't lie to my face.

You think you are doing this for my good? What about my child, my wife?

-My wife! My child! My wife! -Rasheed!

Rasheed, you've got it all wrong.

Saeeda Bai does not want you to get married to Tasneem.

So you say now.

[distant chanting]

She told me that you've been sending some disturbing letters to Tasneem.

Have you?

You'd better not send any more.

And stop accusing me of being part of some sort of plot.

And you, stop making these denials.

All right?

I have to stay here and think.

[Savita] No one likes to be called mean.

Maybe he's sensitive about his background? His family?

But I didn't mean anything like that.

I only meant that...

-Maybe he took it literally. -Just a misunderstanding.

You'll put it right.

But if we don't understand each other when we speak,

what possible future can we have together?

What about Amit, then?

Meenakshi seems to think you and he could have a future together.

Amit?

And, er... Kabir Durrani?

[sighs]

What happened between Kabir and me makes me want to hate love.

Passionately, forever.

Just a couple of months ago you were saying...

you didn't want to get married at all.

[sobs] I know.

I don't know what's happened to me. Everything's gone wrong.

You'll be fine. Come.

[groans] I'm going to turn into Ma before I'm 25.

[they laugh]

-We will all become Ma one day. [laughs] -[laughs]

[Bibbo in Urdu] Dagh Sahib is here.

[Maan] I've done as you asked, Saeeda Jaan.

I don't think you'll have any more trouble from him.

[in Urdu] Sorry, but I must ask you to go.

But I just got here. What's the matter? What's upsetting you?

I don't really have time for you this evening. I'm expecting someone.

Is there someone else you're seeing?

Is that it?

-Tell me. -I can't tell you.

You can't tell me?

I've done everything you asked me. And now this. What am I to think?

And all those things that you tell me, are they to count for nothing?

Think what you like! Think I've gone mad!

[scoffs]

-[in Urdu] So you're crying now? -[in Urdu] It's not because of you.

[in Urdu] I dread to think what will happen now.

[in Urdu] What?

Tell me! You owe it to me!

[in Urdu] Bibbo! Show Dagh Sahib out!

[in Urdu] No need to. I'll show myself out.

[thuds]

[door slams shut]

[distant chatter]

[in Urdu] Maan Sahib left in a rage. Be alert.

[man speaks Urdu]

[distant chanting]

[Bibbo in Urdu] Please wait here.

-Saeeda Bai. -Were you expecting Tasneem?

[exhales]

I am here to tell you that you are never to write to her again

-and you are never to meet her again. -Saeeda Bai, I apologise.

It was wrong of me to try to see your sister without asking your permission.

-But my intentions are honourable. -How could they be?

She is not my sister.

She is your sister.

God forgive me, she is my daughter.

And God forgive your father.

[in Urdu] Please leave. It's time for my prayers.

[Firoz gasps]

[sobs]

-[in Urdu] Is the young Nawab here? -[in Urdu] You can't go in, sir.

[Tasneem sniffles]

[Firoz sobs]

[Firoz in Urdu] And this house?

[in Urdu] Did my father give it to Saeeda Begum?

[in Urdu] It's possible.

[clattering]

-Where is he? -How dare you?

-Where is Firoz? -He hasn't been here.

What is his walking stick doing outside?

He left. He left. He left.

-Was it your sister he came here to see? -No!

It was you, wasn't it? He wants you.

-Was it you? -Dagh Sahib... [laughs]

You dare to laugh at me? Was it your sister he came here to see?

No, you fool! It's not my sister he's in love with.

You fool! [laughs]

[gasps]

Where is he hiding?

-Where is he hiding? -[Firoz] Maan? Maan!

-Dagh Saab. -Where is he hiding?

-Where is Firoz? -[Firoz] Maan?

-[Saeeda Bai in Urdu] Help me! -[Maan] Where is he hiding?

Maan. Come on.

-[Maan] What is this? -[Firoz] What's the matter?

-Put the knife down. -What is this?

Put the knife down. Maan, what are you doing?

-Get off me. -Put the knife down.

-Get off me. -Put it down. Put it down. Put it down.

[Firoz gasps]

[Firoz groans]

[Firoz cries out]

-[groans] -What happened?

[Firoz cries out]

-We need a... we need a doctor. -[Bibbo in Urdu] You must go.

-We need a doctor. -[in Urdu] Leave this town.

-[in Urdu] You were not here today. -[Firoz gasps]

-[in Urdu] Go! -What have I done to you?

[Firoz] Go. Just go.

Go quickly. Go quickly, Maan.

[knife clatters]

[Firoz groans]

I can't... [groans]

I can't...

[groans]