All language subtitles for Episode 0107

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(shouting)

(shouting in Hindi)

(Speaking Hindi)

(kids chanting playfully)

DOUGIE: Neither death nor life,
neither angels nor demons,

neither the present
nor the future,

HOT any powers.

Neither height nor depth,

nor anything else
in all creation,

will separate us
from the word of God.

Indeed.

The children...

You sent them back
to the mission home?

Yes, they'll be
well looked after there.

We'll need to speak
to them later.

Today?

Is that really necessary?

I know her.

I mean,
I've seen her before.

Where?

A few weeks ago.

She was on the road
to Huttoo Peak,

and more recently
at the Viceregal Lodge.

Did anyone else
see her there?

Ralph Whelan himself.

(crowd chatting)

Ah.

Are you ready, sir?

Yes, although I'm afraid
I must apologize in advance.

I'm not sure
I'll be much help.

Oh!

It was very dark,
you see.

And well, I'm guessing
Mr. Raworth

drank considerably less
than I did that night.

(water drips clanging)

(door closes)

I'm afraid I just can't
be certain.

I'm sorry.

Right, I'm sorry
for wasting your time, sir.

She's been through
the wars, see?

I thought these
killed her,

but the medical officer says
they're old injuries.

Years old.

Would you like to...?

No, I wouldn't.

Never seen anything
like it.

Probably
an untouchable.

Hmm.

(knocking)

Sir...

Excuse me.

I'll be back in a moment.

(door closes)

(crying)

Ruth, where have you been?

What is it?

What's wrong?

No!

No! No!

No!

(peacocks calling)

You're a sight
for sore eyes.

Absolutely gorgeous.

Funny.

Where have you been?

I haven't seen you for days.

I was worried.

You'll have been
the only one.

You shouldn't spend your nights
locked up here, drinking alone.

What choice have I got?

That witch has banned me
from the club, you know.

I heard.

You don't believe in making
things easy for yourself.

Oh, she has it in for me.

Christ, this place.

You know, last night,
I realized something.

This should be good.

In Fife, my uncle was a hero.

The wealthy tea merchant
out here building an empire.

(laughs)

If they knew how he really
spent his days,

simultaneously throwing drink
down his neck

and money at his bookie...

Last night, I realized
if I stay here,

I'll end up just like him.

Except I don't even have
an empire to lose.

At least when he died,
he left a good story behind.

I'll just have been...

consistently...

pathetic.

I should go home.

Because you're
less likely

to drink yourself
to death in Scotland?

(laughs)

(sighs)

We certainly have
a better quality of poison.

Oh, did you hear?

They found a body
in the river this morning.

Who was it?

I'm not sure.

Some local.

You suffocate,
you know.

If you drown, I mean.

That's how you actually die.

How many eggs
do you want?

I don't have much
of an appetite.

Nonsense.

Yes, suffocation,
that's what does it.

You inhale water, you see,

which starts
to fill up the lungs,

which of course means
you can't breathe,

and then you suffocate.

Right.

Hard to imagine.

Oh, I don't know, Stella.

You seem to be painting
quite the picture.

But the real question is,

what was she doing
down by the river,

alone on her
wedding night?

Her wedding night?

People are saying she was
wearing a wedding dress.

Well... sari.

Jesus!

Dalal?

I'm sorry
to disturb you, sir.

This arrived
from Yerwada jail.

I thought you'd want
to see it immediately.

Why didn't you show it
to Mr. Keane?

Mr. Keane
is rehearsing, sir.

Rehearsing?

Oh, of course.

Wonderful.

Where did this
charitable gentleman--

charitable gentleman--

who had this
first-class ticket

to this seaside resort find you?

In a handbag.

A handbag?

Yes, Lady Bracknell.

I was in a handbag.

A somewhat large, black,

leather handbag,
with handles to it.

An ordinary handbag, in fact.

Your Excellency,

we're almost finished
with this scene,

and then we'll move
straight to yours.

I'm ready now, Mr. Keane.

Of course.

Yes, of course.

Get up!

RONNIE:
So...

Moving on.

Could we turn to act three,
where we left off yesterday?

Cecily is the dearest,
sweetest...

On the left.

No, my left.

Stage right.

Kaiser!

Sahib.

RONNIE: Could we
please make sure...

CYNTHIA: Style is
often determined

by the wearing
of the chin.

Never mind.

And it is worn
very high...

Yes, Aunt Augusta!

No, I haven't finished.

Cecily is the dearest,
prettiest...

Skipped one of my bits.

...sweetest girl
in the whole world,

and I don't care tuppence
for social possibilities.

Never speak
disrespectfully

of the Royal Simla
Club, Algernon.

Only people
who can't get in

do that.

(both laughing)

Sorry, Cynthia.

"Society."

The line is, "Never speak
disrespectfully of society."

You accidentally said...

No, I didn't accidentally
say anything.

I've added a few little
bits and pieces.

Come again?

A few of my own jokes.

I think Mr. Wilde has given us
quite enough jokes

to be getting on with.

Well, I disagree.

(sighs)

It's really starting
to come together,

isn't it?

No, my left!

I suppose.

Shall we have some tea?

I should really learn
my lines.

My goodness, but you've
really taken to this.

I practically had to drag her
to the auditions.

Is that so?

Now look, she can't
tear herself away.

Maybe I could do
with a little break.

Oh, good!

She brought you
to the auditions?

Alice, why can't you say no
to that woman?

(whispering):
Well, come on, then.

Let's just have some tea.

You can't just change the script
without telling anyone.

Well, I'm telling you now.

Anyway, don't you
worry about me.

Concentrate
on yourself.

Dressing room!

That should be
in the dressing...

No!

Let's take a break.

What on earth
do you plan to do?

About what?

About Wooden Features.

Stop this.

Eugene's fine.

Ronnie, he's awful.

He's worse than awful.

Why do you
have it in for him?

I do not "have it in"
for anyone.

I am simply concerned
about the production.

You'll have to recast.

No chance.

The first performance
is days away.

I'm not replacing anybody.

Oh, Ronnie, you will be
replacing someone.

Him or me.

Your choice.

Excuse me.

I need to speak
to Mr. Rowntree.

I think you mean
Superintendent Rowntree?

They're the same
person, no?

Or is this place
coming down with Rowntrees?

Can you not see the wood
for the Rowntrees?

You are unwell, sir?

Look, this is important.

It's about the body you found
in the river this morning.

So can you take me
to him, please?

Everyone says
she was murdered.

Is it true, sir?

Yes.

Who was she?

Nobody.

Nobody knows.

Nobody knows who she was.

IAN:
She worked on the tea estate.

ROWNTREE:
Are you sure?

IAN: I'm positive,
it's definitely her.

(shutters rattling)

Do you know her name?

I don't...

I'm afraid
I don't remember.

(rattling)

I suppose there's no reason
why you should.

You weren't to know
she'd turn up dead, were you?

That's true.

(rattling)

It's unbelievable.

I was told
she'd drowned.

I assumed
it was an accident.

The shutters
are stuck, sir.

Oh, just leave it!

Had she been
on the tea estate long?

Not long at all.

A few weeks at most,
then she left.

Well, we thought she left.

So she left suddenly?

Aye, but nobody thought
that was odd.

You see, she'd broken
into Ramu's premises

and stolen from him.

His wife's wedding dress,
of all things.

So we weren't expecting her
to come back.

She couldn't.

Ramu Sood?

The man you work for?

Work with.

The man I work with.

I didn't realize
he was married.

Neither did I.

She passed away, the wife.

So, this woman stole
his dead wife's wedding gown?

He must have been
very angry.

Well, he found it
upsetting.

I'm sure he did.

And Mr. Sood,
did he confront her?

He didn't get a chance to.

She'd gone.

Did he look for her?

Yes, but he didn't find her.

Like I said,
she'd gone.

Not far.

She didn't go far,
Mr. McLeod.

Did you help him
in his search?

No.

So when he said
he didn't find her,

we only have his word for it?

Well, why would he lie?

Exactly, yes.

I'm sure he would have
no reason to.

Well, thank you, Mr. McLeod.

You've been very helpful.

ALICE:
Ralph!

MADELEINE:
Oh, perfect timing.

We're just having
a little break.

Sorry, Madeleine, I can't.

Not now.

RONNIE:
So ideally, sir,

you'd wait until
the person before you

had completely
finished speaking...

WILLINGDON:
Well, of course!

CYNTHIA:
Ralph!

Fancy a sneak preview,
did you?

Not exactly.

His Excellency
has just been rehearsing.

And very good he was too.

Such an honour.

Good afternoon, sir.

I've had a letter from
our friend in Yerwada jail.

The hunger strike?

Which as of Sunday
will no longer be just a threat.

RONNIE: "One voice
for all Hindus."

The man is simply
trying to keep

the untouchables
in their place.

Those who think otherwise
are fools.

Well, those fools are numerous.

Your play,
it opens on Sunday?

You know it does.

Would you be willing
to postpone?

Why?

You don't think it could
appear disrespectful?

Disrespectful?

To who?

Gandhi?

(laughing):
Oh, my God, Ralph.

WILLINGDON:
It's not a British matter.

It concerns the Indians
of the higher castes

and the untouchables.

We promised the untouchables
representation.

We promised them a voice.

Or have you forgotten that?

Because they won't have.

Gandhi goes
on hunger strike,

and that very night,
all of British Simla

dons its finery
and heads to the theatre?

He starves himself

while we drink and dine
and laugh.

The untouchables
could be forgiven for thinking

we take our promises
less seriously than the Mahatma.

We will not
involve ourselves.

Avoiding ill feeling
is vital at the moment.

Surely you can see that.

You postpone this play

and you will cause
ill feeling, Ralph.

Amongst your own people.

It's a play!

It's tradition!

I'm not saying cancel.

WILLINGDON:
It's not a British matter,

and changing our plans
might suggest otherwise.

They'll tear themselves
apart over this,

and we will be
the stronger for it.

We keep our heads down
and we carry on.

Or rather close our eyes
and turn our backs.

Because that's how
the untouchables will see it.

I will hear
no more about it.

This discussion is over.

Is that understood?

Sir?

Where are you...?!

Why don't you
follow the Viceroy

and punch him squarely
in the face?

I mean, you seem so determined
to end your career,

there's absolutely no point
in dragging it out.

Jaya's dead.

What?

Dead?

The police
just showed me her body.

I said I didn't know
who she was.

In many ways
I didn't, really.

What happened?

She was stabbed.

Somebody killed her.

What else did you say?

To the police, I mean.

Nothing.

Ian McLeod was there.

What? Why?

I don't know.

Perhaps he saw something.

Right.

(sighs)

The past always
catches up with you.

That's what people say,
isn't it?

Ralph...

You've got to stop that, now.

You have to get a handle
on this, and quick.

Do you understand?

Everything is going
to be fine.

I promise.

LEENA:
When you're not here,

I often catch him
sitting there.

Perhaps he is pretending
to be you.

What a very dull game
that must be.

Poor child.

He is better off
without her.

Forgive me,
I shouldn't have said that.

The police don't know
she was his mother.

I kept it from them.

I thought he could do without
their insensitive prodding.

Was that very wrong of me?

No.

I would have done the same.

I wanted us to have the chance
to talk to him first.

When he wakes,

we shall have to tell him.

Dougie, I'm so sorry.

What is it?

When I received your note,
I thought you meant me to...

You thought I'd want you
to tell him on your own?

I misunderstood,
I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Of course you did.

I mean, you've been doing
so much lately.

You know, you're carrying this
place on your shoulders, Leena.

What is it?

It's from the board of revenue.

They've been more generous
than I expected.

Much more.

Yes.

And it seems we have
Ralph Whelan to thank for it.

This is a godsend.

This is food and clothing,
medicine and books.

New books, Dougie!

Yes.

We certainly can't afford
to turn it down.

Why would we?

I don't...

No, I don't know.

I'm sorry I'm late.

The stupid play,
it's ridiculous.

Am I interrupting?

No, come in.

Your brother has
thrown us the lifeline

we so desperately needed,
Miss Whelan.

Ralph sent this?

Yes.

He's taken quite an interest
in the school of late.

I see.

$3'

(Speaking Hindi)

You are no good!

Pleasure as always,
Prakash.

(knocking)

You dare to show
your face, then?

Or perhaps you weren't
expecting me.

Perhaps you thought they'd
already dragged me away?

What's happening?

You should know better
than I do.

It's your story,
after all.

You went to the police.

You told them
I killed that woman.

I didn't!

Of course I didn't!

Who said that?

They did.

They've been here?

Oh, they've been here all right.

They've been in here with me,

they've been in the fields
with my workers.

"Does Mr. Sood
have a temper?

Do you fear Mr. Sood?"

They work quickly
when they want to.

You know I could hang for this?

No, Ramu, listen,

I told them she worked here,
and they asked why she left.

That's it.

That's all.

I was trying to help.

You are either
very stupid, Mr. McLeod,

or very, very clever.

What?

Things would be
a lot easier for you here

if I were to disappear, no?

Have you actually gone mad?

Ramu, this is
what happened.

The police spoke to you,
then they left.

You're overreacting.

They didn't arrest you.

They will.

They have no evidence.

They'll find it.

What are you talking about?

You had nothing to do
with that woman's death.

I'm glad you think so,
Mr. McLeod.

I will always remember that
and take that with me.

The worst thing an innocent
man can do is run.

This makes
no sense to me.

Of course it doesn't.

How could it?

How could you
possibly understand?

Well, they're searching
for Ramu Sood

as we speak,
apparently.

According to Stella,
Mr. McLeod suspected Sood

of being involved,
and he came forward.

Thank God.

I always said
he was a decent sort.

Yes, you were constantly
singing his praises.

It was bordering
on sycophantic.

Oh, you know what I mean.

I thought it deep down.

Very deep down.

I've asked Rowntree to release
Jaya's body for cremation.

Good idea.

The sooner that happens,
the better.

The last thing we need is
someone else recognizing her

and asking more questions.

I did it because it was proper.

Because it was fitting.

I loved her once.

Ralph, you have to forget
about that now.

You have to forget
about her.

I know you only ever wanted
to protect me.

Yes, and I always will.

And I know what
you thought of Jaya.

But that's all in the past.

When she turned up again,

do you know what
scared me the most?

I realized how stupid
I'd been back then.

I could have lost everything
because of her.

I think at one stage
I was prepared to.

You hated her for that,
didn't you?

(laughs)

What is it?

You think I killed her,
don't you?

No, I...

(laughing)

Why are you laughing?

Because I'm glad.

I'm glad you think that.

You're glad?

Oh, God, Ralph.

I have been so worried.

I feared the worst.

But if you think I killed Jaya,
it means you didn't.

You didn't.

(music playing)

I know why you're doing this.

It's pathetic, Cynthia.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Since I told you about
my family's financial situation,

you've had very little time
for me, Cynthia.

Is that why you don't want me
in the play?

Because I'm broke?

I don't want you in the play
because you can't act, Eugene.

Do you see?

You're bad.

You are very, very bad.

You know what,
Cynthia?

You're not so great yourself.

Move.

For you.

From whom?

Mr. Whelan.

Sergeant Singh.

I'm afraid Mr. Whelan's out
at the moment.

I can take a message for him
though, if you'd like.

I don't wish to speak
to Mr. Whelan.

Oh.

Well, who do you wish
to speak to?

You, Mr. Dalal.

And how can I help you?

Choose a hand.

I'm sorry?

Choose a hand.

Uh...

Bad luck.

Had you had chosen this one...

...you would have
won the prize.

I don't...

What is that?

You don't know?

Strange.

It was hidden in a little box
at your father's house.

If you didn't put it there,
who did, I wonder?

Your father, perhaps?

That must be quite a worry
for you,

stealing evidence.

Punishment for such
a crime is severe.

And I understand
he is not very well.

You leave my father alone!

Please, Mr. Dalal.

It was not my intention
to distress you.

I shall leave.

But we will speak again.

Come in, come in.

Sit down.

I must admit
your invitation

was the last thing
I was expecting.

Look...

I'm not often wrong.

But when I am wrong...

Well, I never say I'm wrong.

I see.

And what have you not
been wrong about?

You.

The truth is, the woman
they found in the river...

Oh, I haven't been able
to stop thinking

about the unfortunate soul.

Very, very difficult

to make sense of something
like this when it happens.

So, when the police
caught that man,

if you can call him a man,

so quickly...

Well, it gave me
some small comfort.

Cynthia...

And I believe

they had no idea
who they should be looking for

until they spoke to you,
Mr. McLeod.

I really don't deserve
any praise for that.

Why not?

Because it wasn't
my intention.

This story's taken on
a life of its own.

I didn't arrive
at the police station

and loudly proclaim
Ramu's guilt.

I just answered their questions.

I didn't
for a second think

that Ramu was connected
to that girl's death.

I'm still having trouble
believing it.

But why did he run?

Why did he confess?

He confessed?

Oh, yeah.

Which is something, I suppose.

I guess he thought
he'd got away with it once,

he wasn't going to get away
with it again.

Like your poor uncle.

I mean, he'd still be alive
if it wasn't for that animal.

I don't want you to forget that.

He confessed?

Whatever your intention,
you did the right thing.

And I would like it
if we could start over.

Does that mean
I'd be welcome back here?

Of course!

(laughs)

And can I drink too much
and shout abuse at people?

I fully insist upon it!

Well, then, that's
this afternoon sorted, eh?

Unless I could make you
a better offer.

If you're game, that is.

It is very painful for me
to speak the truth.

It's the first time in my life
I have been reduced

to such a painful position.

I have no brother Ernest.

I have no brother at all.

I have never had a brother
in my life.

I have never had a brother
in my life,

and I certainly have not
the smallest intention

of having one
in the future.

Great, let's stop there
for a moment.

That was wonderful,
Sarah.

Just wonderful.

Very funny stuff.

Well done, you.

No need to go
overboard.

Cynthia, could you please
stop eating the props?

Sorry.

You really think you'll be able
to learn all this on time?

Of course he can!

The whole thing's
already in better shape

because of you.

Oh, come now.
No, I mean it.

I don't know what we'd
have done without you.

You must come to the club
for your dinner.

There's no need.

No, no, I insist.

I'll invite the others,
as well.

Welcome you back properly.

Where the hell is Alice?

(baby crying)

I'm so late.

Shh...

It's all right.

Please, ma'am.

This stupid play.

He's tired, ma'am,
that's all.

You go.

I'll be back soon,
sweetheart.

(crying)

My God!

You made me jump!

What are you doing here?

How could I have been
such a fool?

You told the police
about the note,

about what I did.

You told them.

What?

(crying)

Aafrin, stop this.

Let me go.

Have you any idea
what you've done?

I haven't done anything.

You told them, don't lie to me.

I haven't said anything
to anybody.

How else would they know?

I wasn't the only person
who helped you that night,

as far as I remember.

You're suggesting
Sita betrayed me?

The woman I love?

The woman I intend
to marry?

I trust Sita with my life.

Whereas I'm not to be trusted?

No, you are not.

How dare you.

You're just like
the rest of them.

(Speaking Hindi)

You cannot
pass here, sir.

I'm sorry?

We've been ordered to close
this section of the estate.

Also the surrounding woodland.

To close it?

I tell him that I want to go
to my cousin's house.

This area was the scene
of a murder.

You must please return
to where you came, sir.

Here?

It happened here?

Sir.

Please, sir.

Of course, in those days,
I wasn't directing.

I was acting.

Oh, I hadn't realized

you'd tread the boards,
Mr. Keane.

Many times.

I can't even remember
all the roles I've played.

Oberon, A Midsummer
Night's Dream.

I was Benedick in Much Ado,
that was good.

Oh!

That was a good one.

Petruchio,
Taming Of The Shrew...

The police
have closed off the land

around Ramu's house,
apparently.

Is that so?

It's true.

I tried to come
that way tonight.

Well, that's where he did it,
then, isn't it?

He killed the poor girl
in his own backyard,

then dumped the body
in the river.

It's all so grim.

You seem to have
a morbid fascination

with the details,
Cynthia.

He did it.

We need know nothing
beyond that.

Where it happened
isn't important.

I don't have a morbid
fascination.

I'm not so sure.

I think where it happened
could be very important.

Why do you say that?

The night the girl
was murdered,

I'd been at Ramu's bungalow.

And when I walked home
that way,

I heard a noise.

A scream.

I didn't know
what it was

at the time, but now...

I think I do.

You think you heard
the murder?

And the thing is,

I looked back at the bungalow

and he-- Ramu--
was on his porch.

I saw him.

I waved at him.

Had you been drinking
that night, Mr. McLeod?

I'm not judging You.

I enjoy a drink myself.

And when I've overindulged,
I hear things sometimes.

Christ, I even
see things sometimes.

Mr. McLeod,
if you weigh up

your drunken,
retrospective insights

against the very real evidence
gathered by the police,

you'll find they have
little substance.

Don't waste anyone's time
on this.

Look at this face.

The concentration.

It's only
a card game, love.

Hmm!

RONNIE: Cynthia, what
came after King Lear?

We do not speak of Lear.

(laughing)

Have you ever performed
in a play, Ralph?

Do you know me at all,
Madeleine?

He'd make a good Romeo,
don't you think?

I mean, he'd certainly
fill out a pair of tights.

(laughing)

So dull.

I'll eat at home.

RALPH:
Excuse me.

It starts at half past
7:00, the play.

You will remember,
won't you?

Of course.

You've written it down?

I've written it down.

It's just I don't want you
to miss it.

Well, I don't want Matthew
to miss it.

It might be fun for him,
seeing me up there.

I'm sure he'll love it.

Ronnie says I'm a natural.

Well, I'd better turn in.

I've got that funeral at dawn.

Whose funeral?

Sorry, cremation.

The woman

that the children
from the school discovered.

Oh, you mean the Indian.

Ah, there it is.

Yes.

Good night, Sarah.

Night!

(chanting in Hindi)

Thank you for coming.

You don't need to thank me.

I'm glad you decided
to bring them.

It's important they know
she's at peace.

I just hope it helps.

They've all been
having trouble sleeping,

especially Ruth.

I didn't realize little Adam
had been with them.

He wasn't.

Then why is he here?

You don't know?

Douglas hasn't told you?

Told me what?

She was Adam's mother.

(fire crackling)

Stop!

LEENA:
It's all right.

(fire crackling)

I cannot believe you're
even considering going.

Child, he can't just
ignore an invitation

from the Private Secretary.

Oh, of course.

He must stay on side.

Nothing must affect
Aafrin's precious position.

That's quite enough, Sooni.

Can't you see
you're being used?

He parades a few of his
little Indian pets and says,

"Look, we're including you.

"Aren't we nice?

Aren't you lucky?"

I am nobody's pet.

If we let them divide us,
then they win.

It is how they have always won.

Gandhi wants us
to be united as one,

and you will sit among them
while he starves for that cause?

It is not that simple!

Now stop it, both of you.

Can't you see how it's
upsetting your father?

(footsteps receding)

Huh?

Sooni...

Please, I don't want
to argue with you.

It's too late for that.

I need to talk to you.

Do you remember, some time ago,
I asked you about a note?

A note you received
from Sita.

Are you going
to that play tonight?

Sooni, this is important.

So is this.

Are you going?

I must.

Then I have nothing
to say to you.

Soon“.

RADIO ANNOUNCER: His fast,
which aims to highlight

the treatment of the
untouchables, began today.

Speaking from his prison cell
at Yerwada...

Are you excited?

I could barely sleep
last night.

I hope I don't forget my lines

or fall over, or both!

ANNOUNCER".
"The offer of my life..."

Really, how depressing.

Let's see if we can find
some music.

(frequencies changing)

(jazz playing)

I'm sorry to leave
so abruptly,

but if I don't collect
Matthew now,

we'll be late for the play.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, of course.

I assumed you would have told
Miss Whelan

who Adam's mother was.

It didn't occur to me.

And you didn't tell
the police.

I was worried that they'd
question him, upset him.

I have explained this to you.

Why don't you want people
to know?

You're scared for him,
aren't you?

But not because
of his mother.

This has nothing to do
with who his mother was.

This is about his father.

Leena, please.

This is about who his father is.

That night you saw them
at Viceregal Lodge,

she was taking him to see
Ralph Whelan, wasn't she?

You shouldn't say such things.

It's what you believe.

I know it is.

And now you're scared for what
may happen with Adam.

The secrecy,
the silence.

You're trying to protect him,
aren't you?

(sighs)

What happened?

This is what a confession
looks like, Mr. McLeod.

Well?

He's still not here.

Oh!

He wouldn't,
would he?

He might.

I'll kill him!

What are we going to do?

Beg Eugene to come back?

I'll kill myself!

Let's give it
five more minutes.

Oh!

He's still not here!

Do you think
I did it?

Do you think
I killed her?

No.

But it felt like you were trying
to convince me otherwise.

You ran, Ramu.

You told me
they'd find evidence.

When they arrest a man like you,
they look for evidence.

If they can't find it,
you walk free.

When they arrest
a man like me...

If they can't find it,
they simply invent it.

So yes.

Yes, Mr. McLeod,
there will be evidence.

There will be much evidence.

(jazz playing)

Aafrin!

People can see.

AAFRIN:
Nobody knows us here.

Anyway, they probably
all think we're married.

So tonight,
we're man and wife?

It will be
good practice, hmm?

What do you think?

You are aware the character
is meant to be 29 years old?

What, has he had a hard life
in our version?

Willingdon's older than me.

Yes, but he's the
Viceroy of India!

I'm the only one
who knows the lines, Cynthia,

so I'll have to do.

I hate Ian McLeod
with a bloody vengeance.

Oh, come on, crack a smile.

(laughs)

It'll be just like
old times.

Come on, then.

Let's get on and do this.

That's more like it!

And then let's track down
Ian McLeod

and break both his legs.

Perfect.

(applause)

(jazz playing)

Did you hear
what I was playing, Lane?

(laughing)

I think I'm beginning
to understand.

It was the best gift for them,

because I am the very worst
of my kind.

I refused to lie down.

I dared to stand up to them
as their equal.

(exhales)

And that...

That, Mr. McLeod,
was my real crime.

And I knew that one day,
one day,

I would be punished for it.

This place is despicable.

It's all my fault.

How can you say that?

Because I was foolish enough
to believe that...

that the rules
didn't apply to me.

We are all given a part
that we must play.

We all have levels that
we cannot move beyond.

It's really very simple.

Keep your head down.

Don't question anything.

Don't challenge anything.

Play your part, Ian.

It's the only way to survive.

(laughing)

CYNTHIA:
Are your parents living?

I have lost
both my parents.

To lose one parent,
Mr. Worthing,

may be regarded
as a misfortune.

To lose both
looks like carelessness!

(laughing)

(knocks)

Yes?

Ah, Mr. McLeod.

So, you've seen him, then?

I did.

Good.

You can content
yourself now, I hope.

He looks like he's wearing
his face inside out.

Oh, yes, yes.

Incident with another
prisoner, I believe.

Unfortunate.

Really?

Mr. McLeod,
I'm in a hurry.

Could we...

He didn't do it.

I understand that this is
difficult for you to accept.

No, it's a fact.

He didn't do it.

He couldn't have done it.

He has an alibi.

Don't interfere
in this matter, Mr. McLeod.

You won't be thanked for it.

Trust me.

I know I won't.

But I can't just
keep my head down

and carry on.

I won't.

He has an alibi.

And I'm it.

(jaunty music playing)

(applause, laughter)

SARAH". Do not speak slightly of
the three-volume novel, Cecily.

I wrote one myself
in my earlier days.

(laughing)

ALICE: Did you
really, Miss Prism?

How wonderfully
clever you are.

I hope it did not end
happily?

I don't like novels
that end happily.

They depress me so much.

(laughing)

SARAH:
The good ended happily

and the bad unhappily.

That is what fiction means.

(laughing)

(footsteps approaching)

(door opens)

I've got some news for you.

Ramu Sood,

I'm charging you
with murder.

(applause)

AUDIENCE:
Bravo!

Bravo!

I need to ask you a very
important question, Adam.

Did your mother ever talk
to you about your father?

Many times.

Did she tell you who he is?

Yes.

What is his name?

(whispering):
Rakshas.

IAN: You don't have to
send for me, Mr. Whelan.

I've saved you the trouble.

Leave us.

It's disappointing, Ian.

I can't lie to you.

Telling the truth?

Giving an innocent man
an alibi is disappointing?

Because he is
innocent, Ralph.

Ramu didn't kill
that woman.

I feel sorry for you.

Really, I do.

You don't have any idea
what you've just done.

He didn't do it.

I know he didn't.

It doesn't matter.

How could it possibly
not matter?

Innocent or not,

people won't understand you
defending a man like that.

It's not done.

You're alone now.

Ad rift.

I always was.

I've never been
one of you, Ralph.

Well, you'll find

you're certainly not
one of them, either.

Those doors will open
in a moment.

I wouldn't let anyone
see you here.

I'm afraid they won't
make you welcome.

Not anymore.