All language subtitles for Episode 2 - Black Kite

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(birds chirping)

(shouting)

Kaira?

Thank God you're here.

Come.

My God.

He crawled back
before first light

and sent word to me
in the bazaar.

And the doctor?
Where is he?

He's coming.

Kaira?

When is the doctor coming?

Please...

We can't leave him.

You send for the doctor
this moment!

We'll say this never happened.

No, Aafrin.

Aafrin, you're a good man
with a good, strong heart.

But you don't want to admit
what we both know.

He's poison.

He finds enemies
everywhere he goes.

He says blood must be shed,
so why not his?

This is our chance.

We could just do nothing.

Nothing.

We could shut this door
and be free.

No.

I can't.

And nor can you.

We fetch the doctor
right away.

As you wish.

I'll be missed.

I have to go.

You say you shot him?

ROWNTREE:
Oh, I got him
all right, sir.

We followed
his trail down...

Through the woods?

Yes, sir.

Did you see him in the water,
Superintendent?

No.

No, we camped out here
till first light, sir,

then we stepped up the search.

You remember Dalal.

He plies his trade
in the Home Department nowadays.

Ah.

My congratulations, sir.

Thank you.

RALPH:
Keep looking.

No let-up
till we have our man.

Right, sir.

Unless he drowned.

Then I suppose
We'd never find him.

(shouting)

Sir.

Lead on.

MAN:
Sahib!

ROWNTREE:
What have we got?

Is it him?

Bloody vagrant!

RALPH:
Carry on.

AAFRIN:
Superintendent?

Sir?

Forgive me,
but I ask myself,

if he was wounded,
with the slow current,

might our chap have let himself
float away further downstream?

Yes, that makes sense.

Do as he says.

Better spread yourselves
downstream.

Right you are, sir.

Sergeant!

"Jaldi!"(quickly!) Downstream!

AAFRIN:
Sir, may I ask,

who was he?

Banerjee.

Naresh Banerjee.

He was in Congress once.

Not anymore-- terrorist.

He's from Bengal,
your old stomping ground.

I'll have the file sent over
if it's of use.

Mr. McLeod!

How long has it been?

More days than I care
to count.

All well, comrade?

As you see, busy.

Don't touch him!

And you think
this Banerjee

was the man behind the assault
on the viceroy?

Yes, I'm certain of it.

An informant
gave me his name.

Will you ride back
with me?

No, I'll come after.

I have a little more
to ascertain for my report.

How very comprehensive.

Sounds like quite
the page-turner.

(birds chirping)

(jaunty music playing)

Your Excellency.

Enough of that.

Well, Freeman,
it's a hell of a house.

The vicereine detests it.

Oh, does she?

Oh, I've got
something for you.

(speaks Hindi)

What's this?

Greeks bearing gifts?

Open it.

What is it?

I don't know.

Champagne?

Ah.

Ah!

Oh, bad luck.

How kind.

Uh, Whelan,
Lord Hawthorne.

How do you do?
Your Lordship.

Whelan, yes,
I've come across the name.

You're India born and bred,
is that right?

Yes, I suppose I am.

Good!

Good.

Well, I want to see
everything there is to see.

Please.

Whelan...

A moment, if you have it.

Rather bad news, I'm afraid.

I have been rather
putting it off.

(sighs)

But I thought it was
just a routine visit

from the India Office
in London.

Yes, that's what
we were told,

but now we discover Hawthorne
is here on a mission of his own.

Which is?

He's been strongly advised
the job is as good as his.

My job!

The next Viceroy
of this benighted nation,

I tell you.

A man who presumably

has not been further east
than Felixstowe!

Not that it matters a jot
when you've got

a title parked at the front
of your name.

I'm so sorry.

Old friend of Willingdon,
of course.

Coward.

Why didn't he
tell you sooner?

"Embarrassed," so he claims.

I should have listened
to Cynthia.

I should have sent
the old man packing

when I had the chance.

And you know what
the worst of it is?

What's the worst of it?

He's coming here tomorrow
for his bloody lunch!

What are you going to do?

Oh, I don't know,

get cook to boil up
some chicken or something.

I meant generally.

Mm!

No,

better than that.

I'll get him to lay on some
of that famous chilli mutton.

The one that had Bhupi in bed
for a week last summer.

If Hawthorne
wants all of India,

let's hope he can stand
the heat.

Cook!

Cook!

(sighs)

Adam.

Memsahib?

What is that?
Show me.

Where did you get this?

The sahib gave it to me.

Well, he had no right.

He had no right to do that.

This book belonged
to my brother.

I'll put it back.

Off you go.

Alice Havistock
with the munshi?

You're quite certain
that's what you saw?

You weren't mistaken?

Memsahib wishes me
to demonstrate?

No, thank you, Kaiser.

Not if you value that great
lump on your shoulders.

It's the only one
I have, memsahib.

Well, we have to make
the best of it then, don't we?

May I ask,
what will you do?

(sighs)

You will put
a stop to it?

No, there's no point.

Don't be fooled by Alice.

She won't listen
to a word I say.

She's the spit
of her damn mother,

that's the truth of it.

And look how that ended up.

No.

Something needs to be done.

For Ralphie's sake.

Shh.

(whispering):
Where shall we go?

What would you like to do?

Miss Alice.

BhupL

There is somebody for you.

Somebody? Where?

On the lane.

Oh.

I'll see you in a minute.

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lam sorry to disturb.

Leena?

Oh, my God.

Along time ago,

this lady saved Adam
from the railway track,

and she saved his life.

(people chatting)

Kaira?

Kaira?

(clattering)

What is this?

You told them!

Naresh, for God's sake,
if I wished you dead, think:

what am I doing here?

Why do I go out at great risk

to fetch the doctor
that saved your life?

Kaira fetched the doctor!

I swear we played no part
in all this, Naresh-da!

No.

No, I was betrayed.

You...

You go back
to your office.

You get me evidence
and you come back tomorrow.

Kaira-- where is she?

Or, make no mistake,
I will come to your house,

and your father
with his weak heart,

and your mother,

and all your pretty sisters...

So you find out,
understand?

Tomorrow.

Go.

So...

Happy you came?

Yes, Auntie.

Father.

Good.

Uh, you're not
to call me that.

"Father."

Not yet.

It's not that
I'm not proud of you.

I am.

It won't be
for long, though,

Will it?

No, not long, not long.

It's just a bit
of an awkward time

for me
at the moment, yes?

ADAM:
Yes, sahib.

RALPH:
Now, shall we try
some of this coffee?

All right.

(coughing)

Don't worry, you'll grow
into it, I promise.

I didn't like it
the first time I tried it.

I got a taste for it
from your mother.

Who I was very fond of.

As I am you.

Come on.

See?

Told you so.

Yes, quite right.

Much better to break the ice.

You can be so stuffy at times.

Stop it.

Funny seeing
Dalal again.

RALPH:
Yes, poor chap.

Serious-minded as ever.

ALICE:
Yes.

RALPH:
Go on.

ALICE:
Well, one remembers him
so clearly,

and then standing here today,

I wondered if we ever
really knew him at all.

Yes, perhaps
you're right.

There she is!

Charlie.

Time for your lie down,
isn't it?

Yes, of course.

Come on, I'll lullaby you
to sleep, shall I?

As you like.

Lucky girl.

Oh, oh...

But what did he say?

Naresh is convinced
I gave him up to the police.

Did you?

No!

Kaira, you know
he has always claimed

we have a British spy
in our camp.

Naresh is a madman,

and I told you we should
have just let him die.

I know.

Still...

If there is an informant,
there will also be a file.

Why?

Because there is
always a file.

And I think I know
where to find it.

Ah! Aren't you clever?

Be serious.

(laughs)

Look at me.

Should I look?

Don't ask me.

You have all
the answers, it seems.

Tell me.

I love you.

I know.

You do what you want.

But what have you got him
up here for?

Oh, he wants to see
the real India,

so I've been giving him
a proper tour.

Oh, yeah?

What does that entail?

Well, he had his wallet stolen
at the monkey temple.

(laughs)

Down to the bazaar
for tea and typhoid.

After that, it was either
bring him up here

or take him
to the barracks brothel.

Well, some of us
have been better occupied.

Now listen to me, Ralphie,
I sent word to...

Well, it doesn't matter
who to.

She operates the switchboard
at the Colonial Office

and she hasn't heard
a dicky bird

connecting Hawthorne

with any prospect
out here in the East.

It's over!

The job's his,
Willingdon told me!

Be a man.

Nothing is real

till it's written down
in triplicate.

We haven't worked
all these years

to give up now.

(music playing)

(laughing)

I'm going to tell my wife
about you.

Ha! Be my guest.

Poor love.

Her eyes will pop
out of her head!

(laughs)

MAN:
I say, Whelan!

Where is he?

Here I am!

Ah!

Present and correct.

Shall we make a move?

Ralphie!

J" Ride a cock horse
to Banbury Cross J"

J" To see a fine lady
upon a white horse J"

J" With rings on her fingers
and bells... J"

Ayah?

Sahib.

My Wife?

Gone with Miss Prasad
to the Mission School.

Good girl.

(humming song)

Visitors!

The Montgomerys
were very kind people,

but they decided the children
should be packed off to school,

so there was no need
for a governess.

And since,
what have you been doing?

This and that.

Miss Prasad is going
to teach my son for a bit.

Just until she gets herself
sorted out.

Living where?

I expect
we'll find you digs.

In the bazaar.

Excuse me, but where are
the other children?

They've gone.

Into good homes.

Good people.

Jacob's off tomorrow,
aren't you?

He's been taken in by a tailor
in Dharamsala,

and then it'll just be
the three of them.

We're going back
to England.

Passage all booked.

DOUGIE:
In a few weeks' time.

We'll be a real
family again.

My congratulations.

We should leave you
in peace.

Nice of you to drop in,
Miss Whelan.

Havistock.

Oh, yes.

Hopeless with names.

I wanted to come.

I didn't want
to pass through Simla

without taking the time
to visit.

Goodbye.

It'll start up again,
won't it?

All the talk.

Sticks and stones.

Easy for you to say.

I kept my promise.

I never laid hands
on that woman.

Yes, thank you, that's quite
vivid enough for my imagination.

A few more weeks.

That's all.

Dalal!

You're a long way
from home.

Returning
a file, sir.

Like days of yore.

What have we got here?

Naresh Banerjee.

Our terrorist.

Well, if you run into him,

kindly get him
to assassinate our guest.

I'll consider it
a personal favour.

Whelan!

Good luck, sir.

Well, it's
his go.

Excuse me, sir?

I'm sorry, and you are?

Head clerk.

To Mr. Whelan.

Ah.

It's all right.

I'm just leaving a file.

The document is confidential,
you understand.

Um...

It's safe in my hands, sir.

Of course.

Thank you.

So, the Government
of India Act...?

Yes, common sense
carried the day.

Churchill was
apoplectic.

Any transfer of power
to the Indians... oof!

Too much for the poor fellow.

Still, we got the thing
passed into law,

that's the main thing.

Over to you lot.

To do what?

Well, to bring the changes
into effect.

(scoffs)

But this act of yours,

not only is it
a decade too late,

but it falls far short
of the demands made to us

by the Congress
nationalists

here in India.

WILLINGDON:
Not all of them.

Plenty on their side
willing to compromise.

Not those
with any influence.

Messrs Nehru

and Gandhi

are calling for outright
independence,

not a set of muddled reforms.

Shall we adjourn for some tea?

(mallet smacks ball)

So what do you propose?

We need something of substance.

A message of real change that
we can sell to these people,

or we'll be left...

Or what?

What?

I'll tell you what.

You'll get the message
you're given,

and if you can't sell it,

we'll jolly well
shoot the messenger

and get some other bugger
along who can.

WILLINGDON:
Gentlemen!

Shall we?

HAWTHORNE:
Well, here we are.

Into the long grass
he goes.

Ham!

(mallet smacks ball)

Ah, bad luck.

That was very close.

(phone ringing)

Subu?

Sir?

Minutes
from the India Office.

It was in their
last dispatch.

You know, don't worry.

I'll get it myself.

(ringing continues)

RALPH:
Whelan.

AAFRIN:
You know I had a damn close
shave taking this thing.

My heart was going like a train,
I tell you.

Here.

It's a transcript
of a conversation

Whelan had with a spy.

It could be anyone.

I was seen, Kaira.

I was seen by the printer

and I was given up.

And then this
informant character

says no.

"No, the person you want is
Naresh Banerjee."

To spare me.

And who would do that?

Hm?

Who in the world but you?

How long?

How long have you been
working for Whelan?

Five years--
it's all in the file.

How could you?

How could you do this?

His name is Tahir.

Who is he?

He's my son.

He was arrested
in a riot in Lucknow

and I went there
to get him released,

and I was introduced to this
charming young Englishman.

Ralph Whelan?

And we made a bargain.

You tell me you wouldn't do
the same, Aafrin.

You have a son?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I was very young,

and I cannot bear
to think about it!

You give this file to Naresh
and I'm as good as dead.

I know, but I have
to talk to him.

I have to give him
something.

I know, but...

This is what we'll do.

We'll get you out,
we'll get you to the checkpoint,

and then you have to run.

Run where?

Anywhere.

Just get down to the plains
as far as you can.

We'll get you home--
home to your son.

Naresh has people
everywhere,

all over India.

I know.

But you have me.

This really is very good of you,
Charlie.

There's no shame in it.

The... the cost of running
a fine house.

One's bound to fall behind
a bit.

It's more than a bit.

Yes, yes, it is.

Still...

You can always count on me.

Family and all that.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Thank the bank.

Hello, Muddle.

Wish you wouldn't
call her that.

It's playful.

Oh...

Hold Still.

What is it?

Do you know, I think
I might put it in a locket.

What do you think?

(woman calling)

Not often I get asked over.

Thought I'd come early.

What is that godawful smell?

Lunch.

They call it
"Running Mutton".

Doesn't hang about,
you see.

(laughs)

CHARLIE:
It's Mrs. S!

(laughs)

Now, you, dear?

Yes?

I want your advice.

Oh, and it's "C," not "S."

Mrs. C, if you must.

For Coffin.

Ah.

Uh, Ralphie?

Think your fellow's been
taken ill or something.

RALPH:
Bhupinder?

(claps loudly)

You can't keep doing this.

Sorry, sahib.

You were seen.

Oh, yes?

In my club!

With munshi.

Now, you may drag yourself
into the sewer as you see fit,

but your brother?

His whole future
in the balance?

It makes me sick.

Makes me sick
to the stomach.

Does he know?

Ralphie?

No.

Would it help if I told you
it's finished?

It's over and done with.

Oh, yes, a very fond farewell,
I must say!

Now go and pack.

What?

You'll leave tonight.

Tomorrow, if you have to.

I can't get up and leave.

I don't see why not.

I'm sure you'll come up
with some excuse.

Tell him you're pregnant.

I don't think Charlie
would fall for that one.

Oh.

Still, you married him.

It's your duty to stand by him.

Seems like a good chap.

Ah!

Champagne?

Oh, lovely.

Cheers.

Thank you.

Tell me, why does he persist
in calling me...

What is it?

"Mrs. S"?

No idea.

Liar.

Back in England,

Charlie had a...

Oh, what do you call it?

Madeleine...
No, a...

A"char" named Mrs. Sparrow

to, I don't know,
scrub out the bathroom,

haul out the coal...

I know what a char is.

Well, according to Charlie,

you and this Mrs. Sparrow
are like two peas in a pod.

Oh, well.

I dare say
I've been called worse.

Where's Dalal?

I thought he was
getting here early.

Don't be afraid,

and don't give them
your real name.

Kamala Mukerjee.

Thank you.

Go, go.

Papers?

Name?

Kamala Mukerjee.

MAN:
Look up.

Ma, can we please
eat now?

I'm so hungry.

Yes, yes, won't be long!

Aafrin is working late.

He said
don't wait for him.

I'm not, I know!

Why are you all...

What?

...dressed up?

Oh, what a notion!

I'm not dressed up.

The best table cloth,
the good crockery...

Ma, what is all this fuss
in aid of?

What is that child
talking about?

Don't drag me into this.

SOONI:
Drag you into what?

I'm simply
preparing dinner.

Slowly preparing dinner.

(knocking)

I wonder
who that could be?

Shamshad, quickly, the door!

Deepau

Roshana!

How nice
to see you!

What a wonderful
surprise.

Come in, come in.

Well, we were
just passing,

and I remember you
telling me that

if we were ever passing
that I should call, so...

And I'm very glad
you did!

Surprised, but glad!

This is Boman.

Oh!

How very nice
to meet you, Boman.

Hello.

Your aunt has spoken
so much about you.

Oh.

And what a very fine boy
you are too!

Thank you.

Sooni, say hello to Boman.

Hello, Boman.

Hello.

Come and sit.

You mustjoin us
for dinner.

Why don't you sit here
next to Sooni, hm?

Now, I've made
a very simple meal.

RALPH:
Here we are!

India on a plate!

(sniffing)

What do you make of it,
Your Lordship?

Looks intrepid.

(laughs)

It's a local recipe.

I forget the name.

But please, tuck in.

Plenty of gravy,
that's the ticket.

It helps to purge
any lingering bacteria.

(coughing)

(laughs)

Whelan,

you spoil us.

(laughing)

Ah, Dalal!

Ah, Parsi!

Your Excellency.

My apologies
for the delay.

RALPH:
Working?

I'm afraid so.

Shoulder to the wheel.

Shovel it in,
that's the way.

Tell him to stop all this.

HAWTHORNE:
Is there any more wine?

I can't control him.

Bhupinder, please,
pour away.

(sighs)

Eat up, Mrs. Coffin.

CYNTHIA:
I already ate,
thank you.

Are you all right,
old chap?

Yes, sahib.

"Sahib."

Three bags full, sahib.

Sweet suffering Jesus,
what's she doing here?

Fine looking woman.

Oh, yeah.

Quite famous for it
at one time.

Aren't you going
to introduce us?

Excuse me, my dear!

Why is she here?

ALICE:
She's here at my request.

As a teacher for Percy.

I knew you wouldn't mind.

HAWTHORNE:
In the presence of the Viceroy,
what do we do'?

We curtsey.

We...

Curtsey.

Yes!

(laughs)

Exiting as we go,
just so.

Just so.

(laughs)

Ever the clown.

Mm.

Oh, encore!

Encore, atta boy.

I need to talk to you.

(laughing continues)

So Boman,
what do you do?

'U.

MY nephew

has just completed
his law degree.

Really?

Yes.

Sooni, did you
hear that?

I'd be worried if I didn't.

I am sitting
at the same table.

(laughing):
Sooni.

That's funny,
because Sooni herself

has just completed
her law degree.

Isn't that
a coincidence?

Where did you study,
Sooni?

Bombay.

The education of women
is a wonderful thing.

An educated man should have
an educated wife.

Makes it so much more
interesting for him.

Mm.

The education of women
is a wonderful thing

because it is the key
to our independence.

It will allow us
to have our own careers,

to support ourselves.

It will give us
the freedom to choose

whether or not
we even wish to marry.

It is every woman's desire
to be a wife.

ROSHANA:
Ah, yes.

SOONI:
It's all we've ever known.

And of course,
the other issue...

We don't need to hear
about any other issue.

I'd like to hear
the other issue.

There'll be no more issues.

Do you know, I think
I'd quite like some cake.

But you haven't even
finished your food.

Let's all have some cake.

Sooni and I will
fetch it-- come on.

Both of us?

That's right.

Both of us fetch the cake?

Now, Sooni.

I'll help.

It's a big cake.

I don't see what
you've got against him.

He's educated,
he's good-looking...

He has one eyebrow, Daddy.

But two eyes.

"Wait-- wait," she said,
"until I finish my schooling."

So I waited.

"No, not yet.

I have to go
to college now."

So again, I waited.

Three, almost three years,

at great expense
to her brother.

You're 22 now, Sooni.

Mom, please...

You're not
a child anymore.

This is your dream now.

You could help me organize it,
especially the music...

Well, what a finely turned
suicide note

this afternoon is
turning out to be.

Oh, I don't know,
he seems to be enjoying himself.

This has gone quite far enough.

Oh, we're just getting started.

Look, you're going to have

to work with the man,
whether you like it or not,

so there's no use in acting
like a spoiled child.

No, I win or I lose.

Can't just soldier on.

We're not done yet.

Every chap has his weakness.

AAFRIN:
Yes, Bhupi?

A message for you.

Excuse me.

I arrive late

and now I must go.

So soon?

My father has been taken ill.

Please, Bhupinder,
show the man out.

Thank you.

CYNTHIA:
And off I go,

running like the mutton.

(laughing):
Mrs. Coffin!

So sorry to interrupt,

Your Lordship.

Want to come
with me a moment?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Now, Ralph--
Mr. Whelan--

has asked me
to speak to you,

woman-to-woman
and all that.

Now, the reason
you've fallen...

Well, the reason
you can't

hold a job down
for any length of time

is that your reputation's been
following you around a bit,

hasn't it, dear?

You brought me here
to insult me...

Let's have less
of the dramatics.

Sit down.

Now, all your dalliances

with the missionary chappie
have been very damaging...

Nothing occurred

between Mr. Raworth
and myself.

That's as may be,

but folks round here
don't tend to let the truth

get in the way
of a good piece of gossip.

Now, you listen to me.

Mr. Whelan has given you

an opportunity.

Do not abuse his trust.

I have no intention
of telling anyone about Adam.

Good girl.

Knew you'd understand.

Baapi?

Baapi?

Baapi?

Back so soon?

Are you well?

Yeah.

Just nodded off
for 40 winks.

Where is Ma?

All this trouble
with your sister...

I tell you,
we are all at our wits' end.

Hello!

Who is this?

Tell your father.

A colleague from work.

His name is...
Krishna.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance at last.

(winces)

Oh, sorry.

Nasty infection, sir.

Hurts like the devil.

Aafrin, sir,

do you have that file
I requested?

Yes.

Come.

I'll fetch it now.

No, you fetch
and I'll wait here.

With your father.

Please, can I trouble you
to just fetch a chair?

Of course.

One, two...

(mimicking trumpet)

♪ Oh, the Camptown ladies
sing this song J"

♪ Doodah, doodah ♪

♪ The Camptown racetrack's
five miles long J"

♫ Oh, de-doo-da... ♫

(playing wrong notes)

I got at-home lessons,

but we do get experimental,
don't we, when drink is taken?

(laughs)

And again!

Come on, everyone,
join in!

No slacking at the back,
Lord Wellington!

(laughs)

One, two...

(mimicks trumpet)

♪ Oh, the Camptown ladies
sing this song J"

♪ Doodah, doodah! ♪

♪ The Camptown racetrack's
five miles long J"

♪ Oh, de-doo-da-day! ♪

♪ Oh, I come down there
with my hat caved in ♪

♪ Doodah, doodah... J"

Ah, who's this?

Great-Uncle Toby.

Infantryman
in the 32nd Cornish.

Fierce-looking brute.

I know!

Died in the Mutiny,
so the story goes.

HAWTHORNE:
Oh, how did he die?

It really...

They cut off his hands
and threw him down a well.

Ah, here comes the cake!

Do you like cake?

Depends what's in it.

I bet you like cake,
don't you?

What about Vivian?

She likes cake too.

(piano playing stops)

CHARLIE:
Oh, come on, darling.

Don't let the team down.

Once again,
for Percy!

(slapping in time to the beat)

One, two,

one, two,

one, two...

(mimicks trumpet)

♪ Oh... J"
(piano not playing)

Just worn out,
aren't you?

And again!

This time, I am quite certain
she'll get it.

Alice...

Don't rag her.

She wants to play.

Don't you, Muddle?

(loudly):
Alice.

Alice.

(chuckling)

(gently):
I know, I know...

(sobbing)

Oh, sweetheart...

AI?

'U.

What?

Say it.

I have to go home.

I have to go home.

You are home.

This is your home.

No.

You do realize
I go whole days at a time

wanting to kill that man?

Every time I see him,
I want to rip out his throat.

But I have him here,
under my roof.

Do you know why?

Because I get you.

And if I get you here,
it means you're not alone.

Do you see? Hm?

Come on,
you'll be all right.

(music playing)

Ralph?

I need to ask you something.

It's, um...

...about the houseboy.

Sweetie...

Will you please look at me
for one second?

Better?

It's about the houseboy.

Adam?

Is he my son?

Yes.

Yes!

Isn't it obvious?

Sure it is.

If you know what to look for.

HAWTHORNE:
Whelan!

Can you live with it?

Three years go by.

Did you...?

Did you forget to mention it?

I say, Whelan!

I want to hear more
about your family.

Go.

Sir.

His Lordship was asking
about your daddy.

RALPH:
Latterly a district officer
in Poona.

CYNTHIA:
Oh, he was
a brilliant man.

He would have gone
all the way.

Sadly died,
during the war.

Active service?

No.

Typhoid, in a hospital bed
in Bombay.

Oh.

Well, that's a pity.

Will you come with me?

Where are you going?

We're going to steal
the viceroy's car.

Please, I have
to return it.

I'll take
the greatest care.

A regular informant.

Yes.

And you see these dates here?

Here?

These dates are
before I even met you,

so it cannot possibly be me
who betrayed you.

Yes.

Yes, yes, I see that.

There can be no argument.

The question is,
if not you, then who?

That's the real mystery.

I should probably go.

No, no, wait, wait.

Just five minutes.

Chalo!

You asleep in there?

Come on, let's go,
lovebirds.

Let's go!

Sh, sh...

Come!

What do you see?

I see heaven and earth.

But you...

You see something else.

Yes.

What?

Home?

Home, yes.

My father used
to bring us up here,

my sister and I.

He'd point at all
the mountain peaks

and we'd take turns
naming them, one by one.

Long time ago now.

Sir, you put it about that
you're to be our next viceroy?

Yes.

But you're not about to be
anything of the sort.

(laughing)

All these questions
about my family.

You're here for me.

To see if I'm up
to the job.

So I am.

Well, viceroys do tend to come
from the aristocracy.

Yes, I am aware of that.

But you know, there's
a school of thought in London

which says things
need to be different

this time around.

A younger man.

A grasp of the terrain.

You see where I'm going
with this?

Yes.

So tell me,
why do you want the job?

I gather it was
my father's dying wish.

Indeed?

Well, it seems to me--

and correct me if I'm wide
of the mark here--

but this world of yours,
this great calling...

Well, we can eke it out
for a few more years,

throw them a few...
what was it, "muddled reforms"?

Sir, I wouldn't take that
at face value.

So do you support the bill?

Of course
I support the bill.

But I ask myself...

Sometimes we reach a moment
where we face a choice

if only we had the will
to see it.

What sort of choice
do you have in mind?

This summer, say we were
to do the unthinkable:

place India on the same footing
as Australia or Canada.

(protesting):
Australia and Canada?

But if the will was there!

Self-rule for India,
her own government,

but with all due deference
to King and Empire.

Not going to happen.

No, no, you'd never get that
through the Commons,

not in 100 years.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

(sighs)

So tell me, Ralph,
do you still want the job?

You happy to go down in history

as the clown
who gave up an empire?

Say you're right.

Say we can't stay on here.

Let me be the one
who knew how to leave.

Let me be the one
who got it right.

I think this is far enough.

So...

Shall we take a look at what
Aafrin-bhai has brought us?

Show it to her.

And these records,
they go back how far?

Seven years.

Seven, yes.

So that is good news
for the Parsi.

Aafrin cannot be blamed,
since in those days,

he was not among us.

I told you.

Such courage she has!

Leave her be.

But Sergeant Singh
had his fellow at the checkpoint

look for your description,
Kaira.

Not only that, he said
look out for a companion:

the Parsi.

In his British suit.

Aafrin! Aafrin!

Wait! She did nothing!

Me-- I am the one
who lied to you.

Aafrin...

Aafrin!

This file?

You think
I can't fabricate

some administrative document?

This? This is nothing.

You wish to punish me?

Fine.

I am at your mercy.

Fire away.

You fabricated the documents?

Yes.

Recording
my precise location

up and down India,

from seven years back
to the present?

How is that possible?

I made it up.

I swear to God.

I took facts
from your court records.

I stuck them all together.

And why go through
all this trouble?

Because of you!

You see enemies everywhere.

You want evidence.

You make threats
against my family.

Fine!

I will give you evidence!

Then why did she run?

Because she is afraid!

And so am I.

No one has betrayed you,
brother.

No one!

There is no Black Kite!

You have no reason

to be afraid.

(gunshot)

No!

You see? You see, Parsi!

Black Kite?

Don't you know, brother?

The code name! It's the very name
I used to call her!

Parsi!