and you just simply took yourself off.

Previously on "Indian Summers."

If word somehow got out... What do you want?

RALPH: I loved her once.

I could have lost everything because of her.

Go home and stay home.

Whatever you do, avoid the Mission.

RALPH: I just can't stop thinking about it.

Forgive me.

It's not me you should say that to.

(crying) I'm sorry.

A special two-hour season finale.

Aafrin?!

"Indian Summers," tonight on Masterpiec ♪ ♪ (music playing on gramophone) 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.

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.

Baby, I gotta go.

(panting lightly) (birds chirping) Gene?

Do you remember when we were back home in Chicago, and, uh... Gene?

Baby?

CHILDREN: ♪ A-tishoo!

A-tishoo!

We all fall down!

♪ Memsahib wishes to go down?

(all clapping) DOUGIE: All right, who's ready for some work?

Come on, lazybones!

(grunts) In.

Let's all go in, come on.

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.

I 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 that.

And that one.

Now, give it a good whack.

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.

Here are the plans from the drafts.

You'll need half a dozen laborers.

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: Al?

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) Sahib?

BOTH: (speaking Hindi) 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?

♪ ♪ 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 Messrs Raj, Baj, and Saj.

They're something very important in jute.

And what clever point is it you're making?

I don't know what you mean.

Just the one hand, Mr. Baj.

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 honor 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 I. 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 favor.

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?

DOUGIE: 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 fiancée’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 rumor 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.

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

This has come all the way from France.

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!

Ralph... 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 fiancée 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 fiancée’s brother only just passed away and she's not taking 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, nothing's 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 color 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.

(birds calling) RONNIE: There was a dozen of them.

Terrorists from the gutters of East Bengal.

They overpowered the sentry, set about burning down the European Club with everyone in it.

We returned fire, but one of the wives was killed-- shot through the chest.

What if the army hadn't got there in time?

ROWNTREE: Try not to think about it.

No, you have to think about it.

You have a duty.

We all do.

We think we know these people.

We live among them, we have them in our houses.

It gives me no pleasure to say it, but... ALICE: But why the Club?

Sorry, old girl?

In Chittagong.

Why did these terrorists attack the Club?

Oh.

They took umbrage at the color bar, you see?

And the sign.

"No Indians and Dogs," etcetera.

But couldn't we just take down the sign at the gate?

Wouldn't that be enough?

My first thought.

However, the Viceroy wrote to me in person, and he's of the opinion what's needed-- how did he put it?-- is a "slightly stronger message."

But it's not fair.

It's where we come for a drink and to get away from it all.

Rowntree.

ROWNTREE: Are we all ready?

Everyone got your chits?

Share pencils if need be.

STELLA: I hope they hang him.

They do what, darling?

That nigger in the prison.

It's barbaric, slaughtering some poor, innocent woman just because she took a dress.

RONNIE: The date is the 4th of October, 1932.

One question on the agenda: a simple aye or nay.

In sorrow, not in anger, do the members here present consent to lift the color bar at the Royal Simla Club?

KAISER: Come.

Let them get on with their business.

We were all managing quite nicely until... How long is she intending to stay?

Do we know?

Who, Memsahib?

The sister.

Miss Alice.

(yawns) Late night?

Excuse me.

(Ralph clears his throat) (room falls silent) Come on, who wants a taste of the firing squad?

Dalal?

Not me, sir.

Suit yourself.

And it's Tate coming in from the Vauxhall end... Oh!

Oh!

Almost caught behind.

Right, that's it, back to packing.

How are we getting on?

Sir, these letters.

I don't quite follow.

Oh, I think they're pretty clear.

In this one... here we are.

"In the case of the convicted murderer "Ramu Sood of Kangra District, "the Viceroy recommends the sentence be commuted from death by hanging to life imprisonment."

And this one?

"Let him hang."

So...

So which do we send?

Officially, the Viceroy was in such a hurry to get back to New Delhi last Tuesday that this small bit of business slipped through the net.

And unofficially?

Unofficially, his lady wife, Marie, favors mercy.

But Willingdon prefers the old iron fist.

Let the punishment stand.

Show the buggers we're not to be trifled with.

So, all in all, much better to hand the whole headache over to yours truly.

What will you do?

I don't know.

I haven't decided yet.

What would you do?

I... Sir, I don't know if I could take a life.

Other people do that.

I just have to post a letter.

Where's that Chuprassey?

Just outside, sir.

Let me know if he runs off, would you?

Get Bhupinder to give you a hand, if you like.

RAMU SOOD: Do you grow much chikoo fruit in Fife, Mr. Ian?

This I will really miss.

You won't miss them because you're not going anywhere.

I told you, they're reviewing the sentence.

No, my date is fixed.

Those people are against me.

You've a few friends yet, Mr. Ramu.

Would you like one?

Stomach's all shot.

I can't keep anything down nowadays.

Try rind of pomegranate, mixed with buttermilk.

Really?

Who did you hear that off?

My saas.

Mother to my, Kavitha.

I should have stuck to growing fruit, as she wisely advised.

Tea never brought me anything but grief.

You were too good at it, that's your trouble.

Then that's how you should remember me.

Oh, it's a wee bit early for deathbed speeches.

"Ramu Sood!

", you will cry, as you scatter my ashes.

I'll toss 'em straight in the rubbish if you keep this up.

And I would cheer you on, Mr. Ian, but Kavitha wouldn't stand for it.

See, she was a superstitious soul.

Are you going to shut your mouth or am I shutting it for you?

(chanting): Ramu Sood!

Ramu Sood!

All right, you bastard!

(chanting): Ramu Sood!

Hanged by the District Court!

IAN: Not if I kill you first!

(men shouting) No, no, no, no!

We were joking!

(shouting in pain) I'm going to get you out of here!

Thank you.

See?

All your favorite things.

(Roopah crying) That's enough waterworks.

If you can't control yourself, please go indoors.

(crying) Tuck in, love.

Anyway, it's all booked.

Did I tell you the McLellands and the Rowses are traveling with us right up to Tilbury?

Yes, you did.

And Shirley says she'll try and sneak us up to the upper-deck.

We might meet the captain.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

And Auntie Ellen says we can stay with her for a couple of days.

That'll be nice.

She's got it all planned.

We'll do Big Ben, we'll do the Tower of London.

Son...

Here, give me that.

Grown man can't butter his own scone.

No, it's all right.

I'll have to get used to doing things by myself now, won't I?

Oh, I expect you'll get help.

Come on, shall we go?

They'll be needing Daddy back at the Mission.

Up you come!

No.

Let him finish his cake, at least.

Sit down.

Goodbye, young man.

Goodbye, Daddy.

Write to me.

Well... All aboard!

Say goodbye, at least.

I just wanted to say... No matter what happens, you're still my wife.

Always will be.

I know.

And I promise you I won't forget it.

MATTHEW: Mommy, we're going to miss it.

Coming!

Is that it?

Speech over.

I wish I could have given you what you needed.

You did, once or twice.

You just never knew it.

You'll come back, both of you?

Next summer?

I don't know, we'll have to see.

Say "Goodbye, Daddy."

Driver!

Goodbye, Daddy!

Goodbye.

(slow piano music playing) Ah!

Kaiser.

Parliament has spoken.

Memsahib?

The members' votes are in.

They are.

Heard from Ralph?

No.

Not today.

They're all getting invites to the grand wedding.

Did you hear?

No.

Where would you hear that?

(music stops) Come on, play something.

Cheer us all up.

(playing "In the Good Old Summertime") I never hurt anyone.

We just try to do what we think is best, don't we?

Just wish he was here so I could tell him.

England.

CHILDREN: England.

Scotland.

CHILDREN: Scotland.

Wales.

CHILDREN: Wales.

(loud chopping) Mr. Raworth.

Mr. Whelan.

I thought you were back in Delhi.

We set off the day after tomorrow.

Wedding next month, perhaps you heard?

Sarah.

She kept her ear to the ground.

Look, uh... Something wrong?

Nothing wrong, no.

You're here to see the boy, I suppose.

The boy?

Adam.

Why would I do that?

I don't believe it.

You can't even say it, can you?

Say what, old chap?

Rakshas.

He's yours, isn't he?

Yes.

My son.

Yes, I suppose he is.

Well, don't tell me.

Tell him.

He already knows.

Still, he might like to hear you say it.

Thank you for your advice.

Well, what is it you want?

Why are you actually here?

I, uh... For too long, I've let myself be led by other people.

That old woman at the Club, she was a friend of the family, you see, but...

I'm done with her now.

Done with her.

I want things to be different.

I want to know, um... Is he all right?

Adam?

Is he... settled?

Well, the nightmares roll on, but we're used to that.

He hurts himself.

Stabs himself with a pin, actually, or anything else he can lay his hands on.

His mother made him do it.

But he's putting that behind him now.

So, yes, "settled," I would say so.

You're not going to make this very easy for me, are you?

Perhaps I'm not in the mood!

I've only just got off saying goodbye to my own son.

Big day.

Yes.

But it's what Mrs. Raworth wants?

Oh, who knows what she wants?

It was all a big misunderstanding, you see.

My heart's in this place.

She was never interested.

I should have been clearer with her.

But who does that?

You try and be the man you think they want.

Whatever that is.

RALPH: They'll be wondering when you're coming in.

(chopping) We're in for a cold snap, clearly.

Your assistant, what's her name?

Leena.

Does she know your wife's off home?

She does.

Well, if all parties are happy, where's the harm?

♪ ♪ How are we doing?

Almost finished, Miss Mathers.

Look on the bright side.

We've made more decisions in the past hour than we have done with the whole rest of the summer combined.

This is the famous honeymoon dress?

Do we like?

Do we have a choice?

Do we wish to live?

(laughs) What is it, silk?

MADELEINE: What else?

RALPH: To be honest, I just want to grab a hold of it and rip...

Thank Christ for that.

Since he's paying for it.

(clears throat) Excuse me.

I will come back in the morning.

Don't move.

Are you all right?

Sure.

I won't be long, I promise.

Don't be.

(chuckles) Do you remember, sir?

"The Memorandum on the Mas Dam Project."

How could I forget?

I don't believe it.

Six months up and down the country and the outcome is still pending?

Look at this.

Every scribe from Sind to Simla must have had a crack at this poor, benighted file.

Khazagi Raj in action, sir.

An ocean of ink.

Shall we sign it, sir?

Get this blasted project underway at last.

(laughs) So we shall.

This calls for a toast.

Where's my, uh...?

On the veranda, sir.

Bhupi!

Where's the damn fellow?

There's no need for fuss.

I will fetch it.

Don't be silly!

Sir, I insist.

Amma!

Amma!

(all speaking Hindi) (choking) Bhupinder!

Help!

Help!

Help!

In here, sir!

Arri!

Arri!

Get a knife!

(child shouting) Don't come in!

(grunting) What about the doctor?

He's all right now.

We'll send someone over in the morning.

Come.

Why would he...?

Why did he...?

Who knows?

Let me see if I can find out, all right?

It's all right.

Go ahead.

You see, Bhupi and I are old friends.

His father was in our service.

Grandfather before that.

We were born, oh, weeks apart.

He joined in all our games.

Escaping from the compound, chai in the bazaar in those little clay cups they had.

And then one day, our fathers took us each to one side and said, "No more."

But we knew better than that, didn't we?

Oh, yes.

Old friends.

The most loyal fellow in the world.

(sobbing) You...?

No questions.

Who?

Who did?

What happened here?

I want you to know that I never asked him to.

It never even entered my mind he would do such a thing.

But why would he...?

He was... Well, who knows?

He was... acquainted with her?

No.

Then... You?

Jaya...

I don't know where to begin.

Can I trust you?

As a friend?

Yes.

I was very young at the time.

It was all over such a long time ago.

I suppose it was his way of... (sobbing) From what she could do?

You'll sleep in the house tonight.

You too.

What is it?

(speaking Hindi) Yes, but we have to forget it now.

We have to forget it and go on.

(whispers): Very quietly.

Or it will be hard for me.

Do you understand?

Good.

(speaking Hindi) Sir, what can we do?

Oh, he'll bounce back quicker than you think.

I mean with regard to Mr. Ramu Sood.

Oh, I see.

Why, what do you suggest?

Well, is there not some way to offer him clemency now?

Yes, and what then?

And then in a year or two, perhaps he may be granted early release.

On some technicality.

It's not beyond the wit of man.

If the right people were involved.

Yes, good thinking.

Thank you, sir.

Shall we send it now?

Send?

The letter, sir.

Yes, most certainly, send the letter.

I'll run it over myself.

What do you say?

An excellent plan, sir.

Well, that's settled.

Munshi.

You'll teach me to do better.

How can I?

Too late.

You already have.

Not a word about any of this to my sister.

Swear to me.

I swear.

You'll take the spare room.

(door opens) ♪ ♪ (bed creaking) What will we do in Delhi?

What we can, when we can.

But I was thinking.

If there was somewhere we could go...

Here, or England?

I can't go back.

Not yet.

My husband's already threatening to take my son away.

Then here, in India.

But... We could tell your brother.

Ralph?

Why not?

Well, you've changed your tune.

That's not what you were saying before.

I... see another side to him.

Perhaps you're right.

You see, there's this boy at the Mission school.

For a while now, I've... What?

Nothing.

Go on.

No.

Doesn't matter.

Forget it.

(birds chirping) Hello?

Bhupinder.

Sahib?

(speaking Hindi) Sahib left for district court some three hours ago.

No... No!

(keys jingling) (panting) No!

No, Ramu!

Ramu!

Be strong.

Be strong!

Be strong!

♪ ♪ (muttering): There must be something we can do.

There must be something we can do...

They can't do this!

I told them you didn't...

I told them he didn't do it!

(swallows chirping above) ♪ Vande mataram ♪ ♪ Vande mataram ♪ ♪ Sujalam suphulam ♪ ♪ Malayaja sitalam... ♪ I don't know the words.

I'm sorry I don't know the words.

(no sound) (rope creaking) (camera shutter clicking) (whimpering) (sobbing) (camera shutters clicking) CROWD: Wow!

(applause) ♪ ♪ Not like that.

Like this.

Two hands.

Swish, swish.

Let me show you.

Swish... swish, swish.

Good lad.

RONNIE: Are we decent?

Is that Ralph?

No.

Only me, I'm afraid.

What's that you're feeding her?

Rice congee, sahib.

Cures all ills, apparently.

Want some?

No, thank you.

I have a horror of any sort of broth.

Swallows out in force.

Ah.

CYNTHIA: They'll be off on their travels.

You'll be on your way, won't you, Mr. Keane?

Yes.

First thing tomorrow.

We're all hoping for the usual send-off.

Oh, yeah.

We'll be ready, won't we, Kaiser?

As always, memsahib.

Then I'll just keep the bar open at weekends.

At least till the snows set in.

(clears throat) I expect you've got something for me, haven't you?

Mmm.

Just a lot of unpronounceable names.

They're all local men.

Natives.

Natives, yes.

Each of good, sober character and keen to adopt our own social customs.

Well, they sound very dull to me.

So much the better.

We won't even notice them.

I'll notice them, all right.

I'm sorry, no.

They're not coming in.

Cynthia... As Club Secretary, it galls me more than anyone, but the membership voted unanimously on the advice of His Excellency, the Viceroy.

Sorry, is he sitting down or standing up?

I can hardly tell.

I beg your pardon?

If you think it's old Willingdon did this, you're even more feeble-minded than I gave you credit for.

Of course it was Lord Willingdon.

He had a word with me himself.

Oh, jolly good, Mr. Parrot.

And who had a word with him?

Never mind.

(sighs) Why do I waste my breath?

I went to the hanging today.

I thought it might do me good.

Did it?

It's funny, I've forgotten.

It's a strangely colorless business.

A bit like your broth.

And then you get home, and you... You think about all the people you've ever known-- big and the small, good and the bad.

Black and the white.

And just for one moment, it's like... they're all the same.

Well, I'm not sorry I missed it.

One.

One native.

That's the condition.

One local member as a token of our goodwill going forward?

Call it what you like.

Any preference as to who?

No?

Right, jolly good.

One last favor.

Another one?

This wedding, back in Delhi.

Old Whelan and Clara Bow.

Yes?

Dear old Ralph, head like a sieve, he's gone and forgotten to stick my name on the ruddy guest list.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

I was wondering...

I'd be eternally grateful if you'd give him a nudge.

He won't be able to say no, will he, if it comes from you?

Leave it with me, Mr. Keane.

Eternally grateful.

I knew I could count on you!

(door closes) Wash them all.

Put them all in the water.

SOONI: Aafrin?

Aafrin?!

Shh, shh!

He's revising, poor thing.

I hate you and your stupid suit!

You should have seen it!

You should have seen it.

It was like watching an animal!

You could have stopped it!

I don't know who you are.

You're a coward!

Worse than nothing!

You are not my brother!

You are not my brother!

(sobbing) Sooni, please... (both crying) Why did you not save him?

I tried!

I thought I had.

(knocking) So what happened?

SHAMSHAD: Aafrin!

DARIUS: What is going on?

Oh, God, this house!

Letter for the fat prince.

Have you been blubbering?

Shut up, you brat!

You have!

Ma, Sooni is crying over a man and this is his letter.

Oh, Shamshad, please!

Sooni, what are you crying about?

Huh?

I don't believe it.

What?

Read.

What does it say?

Nothing.

It says nothing.

Read it out, Sooni.

They want him to join their stupid club.

What?

What?

Here.

IAN: Where is he now?

Eh?!

Where'd you put him?!

The Indian's remains have been incinerated and will be disposed of as His Majesty sees fit.

Oh, His Majesty's on his way over now, is he?

Look, that fellow lost the right to a decent send-off as soon as he murdered that poor woman.

That's it?

What?

No.

Mr. McLeod, put that down.

No chance.

That box is the property of the Government of India.

Let's go.

Sergeant, stop that man!

Don't touch me.

Give me the box.

Uh... no.

Stop this lunacy!

I've no wish to charge you, Mr. McLeod.

No.

This is not what he wanted.

Give me the box, Mr. McLeod.

(sighs) Get away from me!

Well, go after him!

Out of the way, wee man!

Excuse me!

Sorry, sorry!

Excuse me!

So sorry!

Look at him run.

When did you last see a man run like that, Mr. Dalal?

I will work for you.

For your people.

Naturally.

What choice do you have?

I have a choice.

But this is the right thing to do.

Mr. Singh!

Sahib!

You will give me proof.

I give you and Miss Ayer my word.

What can I possibly give?

Something from Mr. Whelan.

What?

How can I...?

Where is he now?

Heading up towards Scandal Point.

Christ, what's he going there for?

May I ask, sahib, what was in the box?

Oh, just bone mash for my poor roses.

But the point is, he thinks it's his friend Ramu Sood!

So as far as the world goes, it might as well be Ramu sodding Sood.

Shall I run and detain him, sir?

No, not yet.

I don't want some god-awful scene.

Not if we can avoid it.

Not on the last night of the summer!

(sighs) Shh!

Here, let me.

She's my wife.

And I made her a promise.

But we have work to do, and these children need us.

And we will work and do what we can, the two of us.

And we'll raise these children to lead such lives...

I hope God can forgive us for what we've done in the past.

It's all I ever wanted.

Well, then.

(music playing) (faint talking) (laughing) Excuse me, sir?

Mr. Dalal.

Not more files?

No, not today.

Aafrin doesn't need a reason to call.

Mr. Dalal.

RALPH: In fact, perfect timing.

Everyone, here, charge your glasses.

Bhupi, one more for our friend.

What are we celebrating?

Our last night in the hills?

RALPH: Of course.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

ALL: Cheers.

You, too, Bhupi.

Just a sip.

No, thank you, sahib.

Excuse me, I'll just get my shawl.

It's all right, Bhupi, I think I can manage.

Is everything all right?

She's tired.

Eugene.

Of course.

Wait!

Darling?

Talk to him.

Now.

RALPH: Sorry about that.

I'm fine!

Look, uh... Well, as a matter of fact, Aafrin, we have something we want to tell my brother.

Don't we?

Sounds very solemn; don't tell me, you've been painting the Vicereine in her bloomers?

No.

Not quite.

Sir, I'm a little embarrassed.

You see, I left something in the house this morning.

Oh, really?

Yes, an old pen belonging to my father.

And now he's a little upset... Bhupi?

Anyone see a pen this morning?

No pen, sahib.

What color was it?

Please, don't go to any trouble.

I know where I left it.

Very good.

Excuse me.

What a fuss.

Yes.

Shall we give him a hand?

You go.

♪ ♪ "Rakshas."

Aafrin?

I have it!

I left a box of papers here this morning.

Look, Aafrin, um... Sir.

This business with Sood.

You see, Willingdon was quite determined, and... No, you deserve better than that.

The man Sood was becoming a lightning rod for all sorts of other discontents, which, although he played no part in them personally... You wish to close the book.

To end it, yes.

I understand, sir.

You do?

Perfectly.

Well, thank God.

Yes, thank God for that.

My dear friend.

All set for the ICS exams?

I revise when I can, sir.

When do they start?

Nine weeks today.

Nine weeks.

No time to waste.

Not a minute, sir.

I tell you, it breaks my heart to leave this house.

It will still be here, waiting for you in the spring.

Yes.

So it will.

IAN: I'm coming!

Slow down!

Slow down.

(speaking Hindi) Mr. McLeod.

Ah, Miss Whelan!

Off to the club as usual?

Well, last night of the season and all that.

And I'm off to say bye to a dear friend of mine.

Do I know him?

Know him?

Aye, perhaps you do.

He's right here.

He got his neck broke this morning.

That's Ramu Sood?

Aye.

Right, let's go.

But where are you going?

I don't know myself!

Come with us if you like.

Wait!

Mr. McLeod!

(music playing) Do you know, I don't think he's coming.

Relief all round.

Still.

Bloody cheek.

He's not obliged to come.

Probably got a better offer.

Never!

Would somebody please inform my piano wallah that if he would care to finish his dinner, we might even have a little sing-along.

(applause) Shall we?

Come this way, sahib.

Follow me.

SOONI: You're late.

What are they doing?

They're here for you.

What did I do?

You're more famous than you know.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

RALPH: Dalal!

AAFRIN: The letter, sir.

Ralph Whelan!

Rakshas!

(gunshot) (panting) Well?

What do you think?

Are we up to snuff?

(chuckling) You look very distinguished.

Good.

If you're quite sure I'm eligible?

As club member, I am entitled to one guest.

I'll sign you in.

Good.

Sign, please.

(clears throat) Show me.

A token.

Baapi?

I say, Cynthia?

Cynth!

What is it, darling?

He's here.

The Parsi.

♪ ♪ (snorts) Cheek of the thing.

They're not used to us, that's all.

Come.

What'll it be?

Scotch and soda?

(laughs) Very good.

Excuse me, bearer, Scotch and soda.

Twice, please.

DAPHNE: What's he doing now?

DARIUS: Excuse me, my friend.

Two whiskeys with a little soda, if you'd be so kind.

Don't you know anything?

Only members may buy drinks.

Martini?

Oh, I see.

Aafrin?

Yes.

Your old man seems to have blundered.

Would you mind ordering the drinks?

Two whiskey and sodas, please.

Excuse me?

Allow me.

How very kind.

Whiskey sodas.

Scotch or Irish?

Scotch, naturally.

Scotch?

You'll have half my family turning in their graves.

Mr. Keane, may I present my father?

Darius Dalal, sir.

You've been in the wars.

Yes, sir.

He fought at Gallipoli.

In which case, allow me to introduce Captain Turner.

You'll have to speak up, he's a little deaf.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

I don't know what to say.

Yes, you do.

(horse neighing) (hooves clomping) Final warning, Mr. McLeod!

Give me back that box!

For the love of God, hasn't that man done you enough damage?

Almost!

But not quite!

All right, pal.

Here lies Ramu Sood!

I was proud to work for you as your employee.

I was proud to call you my friend.

Ian McLeod, I'm arresting you for the theft of government property.

Hanged by the District Court for a murder he never committed, because he was too damn good!

CROWD (chanting): Ramu Sood!

Ramu Sood!

(chanting continues) Ramu Sood!

Ramu Sood!

Ramu Sood!

Sergeant!

What's got into them?

Why aren't they doing as they're told?

The men are afraid, sahib.

Afraid?

I'll teach them afraid.

What's the matter with them?

They do not wish to offend the dead, sir.

They're offending me, and I'm a-bloody-live!

Just give them the order, dammit!

CROWD (chanting): Ramu Sood!

Ramu Sood!

No, no, don't do that.

Please don't do that, get up, please.

She's praising you.

Why?

Who is she?

His late wife's mother.

What, Kavitha?

Kavitha?

Kavitha, Kavitha.

Oh!

(chanting continues) CROWD (chanting): Ramu Sood!

Ramu Sood!

Ramu Sood!

DARIUS: Good shot!

I said, "Good shot."

Aafrin.

Alice?

I thought you weren't coming.

You didn't tell him.

Your brother?

No, I didn't tell him.

I thought we could trust him.

But I was wrong.

I know that now.

I am certain of it.

He is a dangerous man.

WOMAN: Miss Whelan!

We will find a way.

I love you.

I love you too.

We thought you were in purdah, Miss Whelan!

Haven't you heard?

Our lady's done a bunk!

No one's seen her anywhere.

Oh, and which lady is that?

Cynthia!

Look who I found, Daphne!

(distant singing) (distant singing) It's my house.

(children chatting) RUTH: So many dishes, auntie!

Not so many.

Ow, ow, ow!

(laughing) I've made a bit of a hash of it.

(sighs) Shall we?

Heavenly Father, we thank you for this joyous feast laid at our table.

You'll be seeing a bit more of me from now on.

♪ 'Tis the tramp of soldiers true ♪ ♪ In their uniforms so blue ♪ ♪ I must say goodbye to you, Dolly Gray ♪ ♪ Goodbye, Dolly, I must leave you... ♪ My friends bet me 124 rupees I wouldn't dance with you.

Well, I hope you're willing to share the winnings.

No chance.

Anyway, aren't I your reward?

♪ See the boys in blue are marching... ♪ RONNIE: Not like your brother to miss the last night.

No, I know, he's been so busy with the wedding.

As long as that's all it is.

Why?

What's your theory?

No theory.

Just so long as he's not got his nose out of joint over our new member.

He's not that old-fashioned.

Well, quite.

Besides, Dalal's his head babu, isn't he?

His munshi.

Yes.

May I just say, I'm so glad you've decided to stay on.

You know, in the end, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

♪ ♪ ♪ Goodbye, Dolly, I must leave you... ♪ Oh!

(crying) They can't do that.

They can't do that!

Can't... (sobbing) (footsteps approaching) What are you doing out here?

Oh, hello, sweetheart.

So you made it after all.

(sniffles) They're singing my song.

It's my song.

And they're singing it.

Come on, up you get.

No, no.

I am perfectly fine.

I hear it's all change at the Club.

Oh, you'd know all about that, because you tipped off old Willingdon, didn't you?

Please don't lie to me.

Yes.

Oh...

I was angry.

(sighs) Well, I expect I deserved it.

Yes.

So, you're going through with the wedding, then?

Yes.

Yes, we are.

I am truly happy for you.

Would you like to come?

To the wedding?

You sure you want me there, spoiling everything?

You're all I've got.

Yes, I am.

Good point.

Good thinking.

Shall we?

Oh, hang on a minute.

Look all right, do I?

My Ralph.

Still here.

Come on.

But it's nearly over.

I expect they can manage an encore.

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