All language subtitles for Episode 10 - Leaving Home

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Well, I'll
be damned.

Nobody get out.

Lock the door after me.

Are you lost,
old fellow?

Alice? Alice!

Look, we have
a long day ahead of us,

and I'm not having you
frightening my son

any more than
you already have.

So why don't you
just pop along?

All right, all right,
easy does it.

Alice!

No need to ruffle
your feathers.

Get out of the car!

That's right, should it aloud!

Exercise your lungs!

She won't listen.

It's not that
she can't hear you.

Because she doesn't want to.

You've had
your fun, haven't you?

Little rascal.

I'm afraid she has made
her choice.

Oh, I know it must be...

devilishly hard to accept.

But I do urge you to try.

Alice!

Alice, look at me.

Alice?

Lend an ear--
this chappie wants a word.

Alice?

No?

Nothing?

Now do you see?

Hmm?

You see?

(car horn honking)

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

Sir, madam,

as God is my witness,

I swear to you I will love
and cherish your daughter.

I will do everything in my power
to keep her safe and sound.

I'm sorry, but no.

We do not feel this is
the right thing for Sooni.

Your daughter will
be wed tomorrow.

Please open your
hearts to us.

ROSHANA:
Daddy, tell the man

what he is asking for
we cannot give.

Well?

It will take a little time.

We don't
have any time.

Nothing will happen
unless you wish it, Sooni.

I know
what I want.

But so, it seems,
does my mother.

Sooni, my darling, meri jaan? (my dear)

Yes, what do
you want?

I have a certain
favour to ask, actually.

What favour?

It is everything
or it is nothing.

That depends on you.

But you do this
one thing for me,

I will never ask
for any such a thing

of you again, I swear.

That sounds
very grave.

Shall we go in?

TOWN CRIER:
Suno, suno, sab, suno!
(listen up! everyone!)

Suno, suno, sab, suno!
(listen up! everyone!)

House on Summer Hill
for auction!

Nasty little man.

Thinking of
making a bid?

Oh, Mr. Keane.

(laughs lightly)

No, I don't think so.

Not on my little
widow's mite.

(softly):
Still, nice to have
a nosey round.

Yes.

How the mighty have fallen.

Though they might have
laid on a plate of sandwiches.

Tight old buggers.

Perhaps they
can't afford it.

Fancy old Mrs. Whelan,
hunkering down

on bread and marge.

Don't worry,
I won't tell.

(gasps)

Mr. McLeod.

Ian.

I was told you'd gone mad.

I got my heart broke.

Does that count?

You know, there's
only one cure for that.

CLERK:
Please take your seats,
ladies and gentlemen!

Please take your seats!

Mr. Wilson-Hutchinson,
are you in charge?

Getting there, Mr. Keane,
getting there.

Chaps.

Splendid.

CYNTHIA:
Club Secretary.

Helen of Troy!

Come on-- saved you a seat.

Look at her, all smiles.

Wretched woman.

You're the one who
asked her to stay.

For a night or two,
in my weakness.

I had no idea she
was planning to move in.

It's the end
of the season.

I've not had
a penny out of her.

My sherry's miraculously
disappearing.

And you know what
the worst of it is?

I don't know, Cynthia.

What is the worst of it?

She knows damn well
I can't chuck her out.

Especially now she's
installed herself

in that dress.

Also mine.

She's in mourning.

Oh, rot.

I tell you, Ronnie,

someone needs
to have a word.

Because I think
the kindest thing

would be just
to send her home.

Or hand her over to Kaiser,

and he can give her
some washing up.

Well, don't look at me.

You are
Club Secretary, Ronnie.

(shrieks)

Whelan.

So sorry about your house.

I'm not dead yet, comrade.

WILSON-HUTCHINSON:
Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to the sale.

There is only one lot--
the house and all its contents.

So who here would care
to open the bidding?

Half a crown--
I have it here somewhere.

Very funny, Mr. Keane.

Do I hear 10,000
rupees anywhere?

10,000.

WILSON-HUTCHINSON:
10,000 rupees.

Thank you very much,
gentleman in the grey.

SIR CECIL:
Bloody marvellous.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, thank you.

The elusive Mr. Whelan.

20,000 rupees, Mr. Abanandu.

25.

WILSON-HUTCHINSON:
25,000, Mr. Keane.

30.

30,000 rupees,
Mr. Abanandu.

And any raise on 30,000 rupees?

Now, as you know,
I'm having a natter

with everyone on behalf
of the incoming Viceroy.

I expect you know why.

Well, if you're
anything like me,

you'll be sorting
the chaff from the grain

in biblical fashion.

And what do you
propose I do with you?

CYNTHIA:
50!

WILSON-HUTCHINSON:
50,000 from Mrs. Coffin

in the middle.

With immediate effect.

I'm not in the business

of driving good men
into the ground.

On the contrary.

You'd be setting me free.

Mr. Whelan?

Mr. Whelan!

Any raise on 50,000 rupees?

60,000.

60,000 rupees.

We have a new bidder.

It's Ramu Sood's
family--

the one that
got hanged.

They're all
rich as sin.

70!

WILSON-HUTCHINSON:
70,000 rupees.

Thank you very much,
Mrs. Coffin.

SOOD:
One lakh.

WILSON-HUTCHINSON:
One lakh.

100,000 rupees.

Thank you, Mr. Sood.

Madam?

150.

Cynthia, it's
hardly worth 50.

Don't tell me
what to do.

150,000 rupees,
thank you, Mrs. Coffin.

200.

WILSON-HUTCHINSON:
200,000 rupees, thank you, sir.

Mrs. Coffin?

I command...
I command you to stop.

Two...

300,000.

WILSON-HUTCHINSON:
300,000 rupees

to Mrs. Coffin.

400!

WILSON-HUTCHINSON:
400,000, that's...

400,000, that's four lakhs
of rupees to Mr. Sood.

Do I hear any advance
on 400,000?

400,000 rupees.

Madam?

Mrs. Coffin, I'm going
to have to sell.

Going once, going twice...

Sold to Mr. Sood.

(bangs gavel)

(crowd exclaims)

Daddy!

Sooni, now I gather

there is a young man
that wishes to marry you.

Yes.

Correct.

We have been discussing
it carefully.

Really?

Thank you... Ma,

Daddy.

DARIUS:
Yes.

Now, your mother has
written to the priest

at the Parsi temple.

Excuse me, Daddy,

but Naseem was hoping

to be wed tomorrow,
here in Simla.

With your kind
permission, sir.

Naseem?

Yes, the man I will marry.

No, darling.

The man you're going to marry

is Boman Contractor.

Everything is underway.

So we will have
no more tricks.

Daddy?

No, there's no point

waving the begging bowl
in your father's direction.

He is 100%
for this wedding.

Isn't that
right, Daddy?

Yeah, naturally, yeah.

Baapi?

Look up, please.

Is there somewhere we can go?

Yes.

Yes, let's go
and talk, come on.

Naseem, come.

No, this young man
will stay put.

Come on.

Come, come on,
come on.

Come.

Now, listen to your father.

Tradition is a gift,
not a burden.

And Boman is a fine,
patient young fellow.

But I wish to work.

Oh, is that what
all this is about?

I'm not simply
giving up hope.

There are women
all over India, Ma.

Look at Kamala-auntie's
two girls!

Please, can we go

and discuss this
in the house?

I care about you!

And what about the children
when they come, hmm?

What will they be?

They will be cared for
by myself and Naseem.

And you too,
if you are willing.

This child has no
understanding of the world.

Listen to me.

What your mother means is,
what will they be?

Because I cannot see how
they can possibly be Parsi.

ROSHANA:
Yes!

What does it matter
what they will be?

It matters to us,
your family!

Naturally, they will be Muslim.

(sighs)

And you?

Sooni?

I, too.

ROSHANA:
And how and when

will this miracle
conversion take place?

It has.

What?

What did she say?

Sometimes I can't understand
what she's saying.

I said it already has.

I made a simple
declaration

in front of the imam
not one hour ago.

It was just a few words.

It doesn't mean anything.

There they are.

Ma?

ROSHANA:
Aafrin!

Aafrin, what happened?

I had a fall.

Now, what's all
this I'm hearing?

Sooni?

ROSHANA:
Don't call her that.

That's not her name.

What?

Your sister is
a Muslim now, it seems.

Tell me.

Tell me, what should
we call you now?

Sooni.

You call me Sooni!

And you will
all please

come to my wedding tomorrow.

ROSHANA:
She's joking with us, Daddy.

Oh, Jaanu, please.

That is not her
name, for sure.

What is your
name, child?

Sooni

Your name.

Laila!

It is Laila.

It is just
for the ceremony

and nothing else.

Laila.

Laila.

No, I don't think I
know any such person.

Do you, Daddy?

No, I'm afraid
I don't.

Aafrin?

This is his fault!

See?

He does what
he likes.

He takes and takes, and every
time there is less for me.

You leave your
poor brother be.

Ask him!

Ask him about
the English woman.

She is married.

Stop it, Sooni.

Oh, please,
stop it.

She is married
with a child,

and everybody knows
except you, Ma!

I didn't know.

Shut up, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes!

Please, come on, now.

We can discuss all this
calmly in the house.

SOONI:
I'm sorry-- I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of people lying and
pretending to cover your eyes.

No one is covering my eyes.

No one.

He's a good boy.

He's a good,
good hard-working boy.

That's all there is.

That's all there is.

Huh, Aafrin?

It's of no importance.

The woman is gone.

And I'm very late
for an appointment.

Aafrin?

(chickens clucking)

It's okay.

It's okay.

Do you remember
this old house?

Yes.

We were happy here.

Happy.

(sighs)

Dalal?

Now, the old Viceroy's
done fine work out here.

But there's work to be done.

New man at the helm.

A raft of bold reforms
thanks to our government's

India Bill, elections to come.

To move forward hand in hand
with India

towards the ultimate goal
of self-government.

Though not before she's ready.

And I feel--
well, we all do--

that there's every reason
to be optimistic.

Do sit down.

Have you heard of
Tathguni, sir?

No, I can't
say I have.

Oh, it's a place
of no importance.

A village
in the plains,

on the road
down from Kalka.

Earlier this morning,

in Tathguni, a Hindu boy died.

He discovered some explosives
buried in the ground,

and unwittingly he caused them
to blow up in his face.

And since these explosives
were buried on land

belonging to a Muslim fellow,
now there is trouble

between both sides.

But the truth is, nobody knows
who buried the explosives,

or for what purpose.

We'll get onto it
right away.

Thank you, sir.

And may I say,

you seem like
a sound fellow.

Thank you.

But I have met your type before.

I have heard
your speeches...

your speech, since it is
always the same.

And I have to say,
I do not share

your optimism.

Because the truth is...

The truth is nobody here
wants your rotten bill, sir.

We don't want it,
and we don't trust it.

It is a machine composed
entirely of brakes, sir.

And though all sides,
even the native princes,

are agreed that they hate
this bill, sir, the truth is

all it will do, sir,
all it will ever do,

is drive us deeper apart,

Hindu against Muslim,
until every city,

every field

is sown with bombs and knives,

and only the word of Gandhi
stands between us and you, sir.

Not rulers,
but policemen,

since that is all you are,

keeping the peace
with your lathis raised

until the whistle is blown
and you run your last

damn furlong into the sea.

The wheel says a prayer
for us, inside,

even if we don't say a word.

Quick, before
she gets away.

What do I say?

Remind her
of our rates.

It's all written
down there.

Good boy.

Now, gentlemen, if you'd
like to follow me.

(groans)

I say, Mrs. Raworth!

Oh, no.

What does he want?

Are you sure you want
to stay on here in India?

You know I do.

Right, leave it to me.

Mr. Keane.

I know one shouldn't
mention it,

but black rather
suits your mother.

Well, if you say so.

Thank you.

Go on, hop it, you.

I'll give you a list.

But he's not the only
one in financial stuck.

Sir Cecil.

Mr. Keane.

Sir Cecil-- the coming man.

Very tight with
our next Viceroy.

I suppose there might be

new opportunities for you,
after all these years.

One never knows.

There might be a bit
of give, I suppose.

Long overdue, I say.

Well, thank you.

Now, look-- Cynthia
asked me to inquire,

what are your plans,
going forward?

Truth is, Mr. Keane...

Ronnie... crumbs.

Ronnie.

The truth is, I have
a sister in Broadstairs.

She does have a room
to spare up in the loft,

now that her eldest has got
a place of his own.

It would be a bit
of a squeeze, but...

I mean, I could take in
some needlework, couldn't I?

I'm not afraid of
hard work, Ronnie.

It would just be

an adjustment,
that's all.

I'm sure it won't
come to that.

Why ever not?

Well, you have
so many other qualities.

I don't feel as
though I have any.

Nonsense.

You're a fine woman.

A fine-looking woman .

Thank you.

Yes.

And the courage
you've shown, fortitude--

everyone says it.

What I say to
myself is, you've just

got to knuckle down,
haven't you?

You can't live out
your days

on what-might-have-beens.

That's what my Auntie Ruth
used to say.

Very wise woman,
your Auntie Ruth.

Yes, but I do miss him,
if you must know.

And I do get
ever so lonely.

And there are times
I honestly can't bear it.

Oh, my dear lady...

What have you got there?

Work.

Work.

It's just a form
I forgot to sign.

Poor Ronnie,
never off duty.

Hmm.

I say,

shall we ring
for some more tea?

Don't move, don't move.

Don't move,
don't move.

Don't move.

There we are,
there we are.

Eyes closed,
eyes closed.

There we go.

There we are,
there we are.

What I said was that
Hitler's army is not

the end of the world
if it gives Churchill

something to sink his teeth
into besides our blessed empire.

Sir Cecil?

Excuse me, chaps.

Of course.

Mrs. Whelan.

Would you like a drink?

Do you know,
that's the nicest thing

anyone's said to me in
I don't know how long.

Look, I'm...

I'm sorry about all of this
with your husband.

You mean the Viceroy's job
or his ruin in general?

Look, if he'd like
the letter back,

I actually have it
with me here.

I suggest we forget
I ever saw it.

You've not seen it?

News to me.

Come on.

You know, people think

I'm so... uppity,
is that the word?

I'm actually a very
straightforward person.

Yes?

All I've ever wanted
was to be loved

for no reason
but for who I am.

Not too much to ask, is it?

CYNTHIA:
Can you turn that off?

Everyone!

I just want to introduce

our newest members to the fray.

So please,

be sure to welcome
the Sood family.

(applause)

Yeah, er, hang on.

Just one more thing,
if you'll indulge me.

Next spring, as ever,
I will be here

to welcome you
home, of course.

No change there!

No, that's
right!

But from now on, these gentlemen

will be undertaking
the ownership charge

of the club itself.

STELLA:
Cynth?

What are you
talking about?

Well, I will be keeping
my place on the board,

so you'll hardly notice
any difference, all right?

Oh, God.

Give a man a simple job.

Percy's sound asleep.

Good.

I wonder.

Say by Christmastime,
what will India be

in his head, do you think?

Dear old Ayah, yes.

And that jolly
wooden horse.

Christmas after that,
it'll just be a bedtime story.

Then one day he'll wake up
and say to himself,

"Were we ever
really here at all,

or are they just
pulling my leg?"

(door opens abruptly)

Wake up.

Aafrin, what are
you doing here?

Do you remember Tathguni?

What?

The village in
the plains, Tathguni.

Yes, what about it?

Yesterday a Hindu boy
was killed there.

Last night his
Muslim landlord's house

was reportedly
burned to the ground.

The entire family
died in the fire.

And now, look at this.

The two sides are
tearing each other apart.

This morning
when I telephoned

the police headquarters,
the line was cut.

Why are you getting
involved in all this?

Think!

You pass right through it
on the road to Delhi.

Alice.

She must be halfway
to Bombay by now.

Sahib?

The driver was instructed
to stop in the dark bungalow

above Kalka for one night before
heading to the plains.

Are you sure?

There is no doubt, sahib.

Adam!

Get up, get up!

BHUPI:
Where are you going, sahib?

To borrow the state
governor's car.

How long is
Lord Willingdon

planning to stay
in India?

Handover's not
till spring.

There'll be no end
of fawning dinners,

of course, but I shan't
be bothering with them.

Why not?

We had a parting of the ways.

His Excellency discovered
the truth about Ramu Sood.

He gave me one or two
home truths.

It's better, actually.

You see things more clearly
when you've got less to hide.

Though I was... I was sorry
to lose the house.

Come on, old girl!

We have to get a move on,
so Driver can deposit us

in Delhi to be back in time for
his granddaughter's birthday.

Isn't that right, old boot?

You know,
I never planned

to fall in love
with your sister.

Yes, I know that.

Look at the suffering
I've caused

to so many people--
my family, Alice...

You.

Sounds wretched.

Hmm, yes.

I am a poor wretch.

A poor, sad fool.

But Why?

There is so much joy

in this world,

and it is only
a little out of reach.

Look, are you sure
you're feeling all right?

Better, my friend.

Much better, thank you.

CHARLIE:
Well, drive on.

I cannot, sahib.

PERCY:
What is it, Daddy?

Nothing for you
to worry about back there.

Can't we just hoof it
off the path?

This is not
possible, sahib.

Why ever not?

He says we have to wait for
some people from the village.

Village?

Tathguni, sir.

No, no, drive on.

Go on, man,
drive around it.

You can do it.

There, see?

No harm done.

CHARLIE:
Clumsy oaf.

What ever is it now?

Ek minit, sahib.

PERCY:
Where's he going, Daddy?

No, he just has to talk
to some chaps in the village,

and before you know it,
we'll have a pair

of brand spanking new tires.

(angry voices shouting
in distance)

(shouting)

What's that?

What's what?

Look.

(men shouting in distance)

Hang on.

Shall we get out?

No, no, no, no.

You wait in here.

Windows closed, I think.

My trusty sword and shield.

Have at thee!

(Percy chuckling)

I'll just close
this window as well.

Where's Daddy going?

PERCY:
Daddy?

It won't be long.

(men shouting)

Wait, wait, wait!

Wait!

You wait when I
tell you to!

Yes, yes,
that's more like it.

That is better.

Just sit there
for a minute, will you?

You do as you're told, yes?

Very good.

It's all right!

It's all right!

(gasps)

(shouting)

Mummy?

Lie down!

Mummy!

Alice!

Mummy, I'm scared,
Mummy.

Alice!

Alice!

Open the door! Open the door!

Open the damn door!

Open the damn door, Alice!

(no voice)

Stay here.

If they see
an Englishman here,

they will rip you apart!

♫ ...to see a lady
upon a white horse... ♫

(Percy screams)

Wait!

You kill me first!

You kill me
first!

Aafrin?

Aafrin?

It's all right, I'm here.

An Kah'tu nafsaka a'lal...

Mah'ril...

Mah'ril.

Ma 'loom.

Qabiltun
Nikaha.

Jaanu?

You remember my old coat?

Those were the days,
when we were happy

and poor.

(chuckles)

Oh.

Look what I found
in the pocket-- see?

What is it?

Some rice and
old rose petals.

See?

Feel it.

It must be confetti

from your
uncle Homi's wedding.

No, that
was before.

The suit came
much later.

Oh.

Then your cousin Mehroo?

Yes, must be that.

Who knows?

Jaanu?

Hmm?

It's almost 2:00.

Then it's done.

But, I mean, we might
look in at the festivities.

Huh?

Jaanu?

You wish to go?

You wish to go
and see this?

Huh?

Well, I can't lose her.

What do you say?

Shall we think again?

I don't know who
she is, Daddy.

No.

She is someone
else's child now.

But I still have
one daughter.

I did it.

Shh.

I did it.

I killed him.

No.

Death took him.

But you he gave
back to me.

Come.

Where are we going?

You too, Percy.

SOONI:
Everything looks delicious.

KHAN:
I know-- I don't know
where to start.

You'd better not get used
to cooking like this.

Why?

Because I can't
cook like this.

It's okay,
I'll make it.

I'll cook.

Thank you
so much for coming.

Oh, I wouldn't miss
this for the world.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Mr. Ian.

Mr. Khan.

Welcome.

My congratulations,
Mr. Khan.

Naseem, please.

I hope we are
still friends.

Oh, I'm your friend,
your very good friend.

The kind of friend
that watches over you

day and night.

And just so you know,
if you ever hurt Sooni,

or let her down,
I will cut your throat.

You love to tease, Mr. Ian.

Aye, I do,
I do, I do.

On the other hand, no, I don't.

Oh, look.

AAFRIN:
So...

are we welcome?

Yes!

Yes, you are
very welcome.

You too, Mrs...

Alice.

Alice, yes.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

I'm hardly going to miss
my own sister's wedding.

No.

But you are all very late.

And the food is getting cold.

Please, come,
please, eat.

Please, sit.

DARIUS:
Ashem vohû

vahishtem astî ushtâ astî

ushtâ ahmâi

hyat ashâi

vahishtâi ashem.

So I worked it out.

You're owed almost
three months leave.

Did you know that?

Three months?

I thought we could
go on a trip.

Oh, yes?

I could take you
to Chicago.

We could start over,
if you like.

I can't just leave.

This is my home.

You lost it,
remember?

It belongs
to someone else now.

Oh!
(chuckles)

There you are!

I rather fancied
I'd find you

surrounded by trunks
and God knows what!

But I suppose that's the beauty

of selling the house furnished,
isn't it?

Cuts down on all the packing.

It sure does that.

Would you excuse me a minute?

Yeah, Bhupinder, would you
get that thing off the wall?

It's Great-Uncle
Toby, memsahib.

Yes, the very same.

Jolly good.

Now bring him out here,
would you?

As you wish.

Oh, I do wish--
ardently, as it happens.

Now, put him down there,
would you, poor chap?

There we are.

(growls)

RALPH:
Cynthia!

CYNTHIA:
That's better.

Is he dead yet?

Who's next? Young man?

Cynthia...

There you go.

In it goes!

Thrust and parry!

What the hell are
you playing at?

(laughing)

You know, it's not often
you get to bask

in a look of genuine
astonishment

on your husband's face,
is it?

Now, who else? Ayah?

No, thank you,
memsahib.
Oh, what a pity.

You see, I thought
since I now do in fact

own this sorry
little house,

I might be permitted
to make

one or two very small
adjustments.

Now, where are all
those old trinkets

of your great-great-aunt...
Nervosa, is it?

Jocelyn-- her name was Jocelyn.

What's she...?
Cynthia!

Oh, listen to him--
the man in charge!

Now, Bhupinder,

I'm going to need
a hand with all this.

Yes, memsahib.

Three bags full,
memsahib.

I'm sorry, but I refuse to live

in some Whelan family mausoleum.

We will cast these devils out.

RALPH:
Those date back to George ll...!

Not anymore, they don't.

They've had
a good innings.

Hang on.

Live-- she said live.

Yeah, well, it's quite simple,
really.

Come on, Ayah.

That is an order!

Oh, give me strength.

Boy, show her.

(chuckling)

That's it!

Yes, I came
to an arrangement

with the tribe of Sood.

They take the club,
I get Chotipool.

You can't possibly do that.

It was quite straightforward.

Just swapped the deeds round.

But it's your club.

Oh, yeah, well, I'll
still be running it.

I mean, God, they wouldn't
last two ticks, would they,

without my guiding hand.

I think the penny's
finally dropped

in that regard.

How could you
go ahead

without consulting me?

Well, I'm sorry, Your Honour.

You need a house, I need a home.

You're...

moving in?

Well, yes.

You will hardly know I'm here.

Oh, Ralph, you don't mind,
do you?

Because there's nothing
in the world

more important to me
than your happiness.

And I am afraid you are
stuck with me now.

Here.

Give it to me.

(laughing)

That's the ticket!

Now, when we've finished
this lot,

we're going to move on
to the glassware.

Bhupinder, have you got such
a thing as a wheelbarrow?

What's wrong with us,
do you think?

Why are we doing this
to ourselves?

Who knows?

Too obstinate
in your case.

In my case, I am
simply too honest.

(chuckles)

Yes, honest
to a fault.

Anyway, others will
simply have to adapt,

won't they?

We are the pioneers.

Wherever we lead,
the world will follow.

I hope so.

(music starts)

Come on.

Let's dance.

Naseem?

I'm sorry, Chacha.

But it's our wedding,
and my bride wishes to dance.

Look.

What is it?

Winter.