All language subtitles for Episode 9 - Winner Takes All

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(sighs)

(cries)

♫ It's a long way to Tipperary,
it's a long way to go ♫

♫ It's a long way to Tipperary,
to the sweetest gal I know ♫

♫ Goodbye, Piccadilly ♫

Goodbye!

♫ Farewell, Leicester Square ♫

♫ It's a long, long way
to Tipperary ♫

♫ But my heart lies there! ♫

(cheering)

All right, everybody,
it's cocktail time!

(cheering)

Now, two parts curacao.

Little bit more, actually.

And quite a lot of whisky.

Native or imported?

Not relevant,
sahib.

You'll be too tight
to care, love.

What else, Kaiser?

Lemon and a dash
of bitters.

Yes, right, lemon.

There we go,
and a dash of bitters.

Now, who's got a head
for heights?

Oh, here he is!

My champion jockey!

Come on!

Tell us what
you think.

Come on, Whelan.

First of the night,
down it goes!

Well?

Jesus.

(laughing)

It was all
Kaiser's idea.

Oh, no, no, it's
memsahib's inspiration.

SARAH:
Yes, but what's
it called?

"Running Scared"
by the look of him!

No!

What about
"First Past the Post"?

Or "Winner Takes All"?

"Fortune Favors
the Bold"?

Oh, yes,
that's a good one.

What's going on?

Well, there was a meeting
in Whitehall this morning.

It's their morning,
so it's all right,

chances are they're
still in session.

And?

Well, and it's to decide
on a particular appointment.

The new Viceroy.

Yeah.

Christ! I haven't heard
a peep out of anyone.

Don't panic.

Willingdon is going to be
the first to hear, isn't he?

Which means
you'll be second.

No, I imagine
the first to hear

would be
the appointee himself.

Stop that.

Cut it out.

We've no reason
not to feel very bright.

Very bright indeed.

Madeleine.

(laughing)

We've been trying to find
Mr. Keane a wife.

Oh, I didn't think
that was quite his area.

RONNIE:
Oh, I'm game.

Do excuse me.

Ralph!

Comrade!

There he is!

Mr. Ralph Whelan.

You're looking for me,
I expect.

Oh, I certainly am.

Rowntree!
Sir.

Let's flush this out
right now, shall we?

It's a matter for myself
and Mr. Whelan.

We're all friends here.

All right.

It's with regard
to Mr. Ramu Sood.

Oh, I see.

Do you?

Well, Mr. Whelan's man,
well, he...

Come on, spit it out.

He as good as told me that
he murdered Jaya Mohan.

(laughs)

Poor old Bhupi.

He's the fellow
who's fond of a drop?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Shall we go
and fetch him?

Oh no, I don't think
there's any need for that.

What are you doing?

He's a superstitious fool.

I mean, not fool-- soul!

Too many hours
up at the monkey temple.

(laughing)

Don't move, McLeod,
I'll get you a drink.

Don't think for one second
I'm gonna give this up.

And off he goes,

poor old chap.

Into the night.

No more talking
to Mr. McLeod

or any of his people,
do you hear?

I'm sorry.

They act like they're
your friends, but in fact...

What's going on?

Are you all right,
Percy?

Nosebleed.

Gets them all the time,
don't you, old fellow?

He's never
had one before.

What are you doing?

Me?

Unpacking.

See? All her
pretty things.

Where is she?

ALICE:
Ralph!

Ralph!

Alice!

Ralph!

Not all this again.

Jesus Christ!

AI?

Ralph!

Sahib!

Don't be afraid.

We'll have you out of there
in no time.

Where's the damn key?

I had a fellow change the locks.

Open this door.

No.

My wife needs time
to rest and recover.

What have you
done to her?!

Easy-squeasy-

Breast pocket,
left-hand side.

Go on, take a look.

Three tickets for the Cathay,
tourist class.

Two adults, one sprat,
bound for Sydney, Australia.

The boat sails from Bombay
first thing on Tuesday.

Where are the names?

There, in black
and white.

My wife.

My little boy.

And your little Parsi.

My What?

Dalal.

He's a pretty fellow.

It beggars belief
we were all so blind to it.

One has to ask why.

Hold your horses.

Ralphie...

(crying)

You're all making fun of me.

Where's the Parsi now?

There's a room behind some sort
of Tibetan shop.

Antiquities and so on.

Cynthia.

(laughing)

Go on, Ronnie,
it's your turn!

Up you go!

ALL (chanting):
Up, up, up, up!

(cheering)

Now listen,

who will give me 100 rupees
for Mr. Ronnie Keane?

He's a little bit scuffed,

some foxing
on the outer cover,

but he's alive
and kicking!

Ladies?

RONNIE:
Come on, don't hold back!

Oh look,
there's someone!

Beggars can't be
choosers.

Is she good for it?

No.

(sighs)

RONNIE:
Story of my life.

Open this door!

Let me out!

(loud banging)

Mrs. Sparrow,
you made good time.

Ralph, I can explain.

Oh, yes?

This man...

This man is not fit
to be left alone with anyone,

least of all
a woman and child.

You don't have the foggiest
notion what this man is.

Now, let me tell you
about the creature

to whom you farmed out
my sister.

That's enough.

Dalal is a liar!

No.

No, he's worse than that.

He's a terrorist.

He's a traitor.

What are you talking about?

"Be bold in mischief!

Dare some mighty crime!"

You think that bomb strike
on the Viceroy

was the work of one man
on his own?

Christ, not a chance!

I've never heard so much rubbish
in all my life.

Believe me!

He and his brother-in-mischief,

Naresh Banerjee,
were set to blow us all to hell!

It's true,
I swear to God!

She knows, don't you?!

(crying)

It's all right.

Bhupinder, run and fetch
the policeman.

Atta boy.

Down the hatch,
down the hatch, that's it.

That's it, there we go.

Nearly there.

It's all right.

I can run things
from here.

Sooni.

Wait, me first!
No, listen to me.

I've heard the most
terrible reports

about your brother.

Yes, he went away
last night.

No, he's here in Simla.

He's been detained
by the police.

What?

On what charge?

We wish to speak
to Dalal.

He is not here
at present.

What a silly error
on my part.

Aafrin!

Sergeant, I do beg
your pardon.

Aafrin!

Aafrin!

Brother, let us go.

Come on.

Get up.

Sooni, go home.

Say nothing.

Not a word to anyone.

Do you understand?

What are you
talking about?

Mr. Khan,
please take her now.

Come.

There is nothing
to be done here.

I'm sure there's a perfectly
sound explanation, sir.

I hope so.

I don't understand.

If he's been arrested,
then what he is doing up there?

I believe they are
being discreet

on account of his position
in the service.

But what is he believed
to have actually done?

Don't lose heart, meri jaan.
(meri jaan means "my dear or "my love")

As yet, there is no charge
against him.

Tell me.

I hear there were certain
political activities.

PERCY:
Can I see Mommy now?

(lock opening)

See?

What did I tell you?

It's nothing
to be scared of.

Hello, I missed you!

I missed you too.

That's right,
you hold her tight.

Now, I want you
to remember this.

Form a sort of picture of it
in your head, if you like.

Muddle's going away
on a little trip.

Aren't you, Muddle?

What trip?

Can't we go, Daddy?

Say by-bye now.

Come on, say bye-bye now.

Say bye-bye,
say bye-bye-

Off we go.

There we go,
there we go.

Percy...

Bye-bye, Mommy.
Where's Aafrin?

Oh, it's out
of our hands now.

(door locks shut)

Aafrin!

(loud banging and screaming)

(upbeat music playing)

(phone ringing)

Used to do just the same
when Percy had trouble sleeping.

(phone ringing)

ls someone going
to answer that?

(phone ringing)

Bhupi!

Mr. Dalal is our friend.

The man is a traitor.

We'll do what we can

to salvage some scrap of honour
from this mess.

Oh, wake up, Ralph.

You let that piece of work
take over your house.

You sit there hiding
in that shirt.

(music stops)

ALICE:
Please! Please!

Do you hear that?

Do you know
what that is?

ALICE:
Please!

That's the sound of your sister
losing hope.

ALICE:
Help! Please!

What is it, Bhupi?

Sahib, His Excellency
is asking you

to come to Viceregal Lodge
most urgently.

MADELEINE:
Ugh, what now?

I believe Whitehall
have finally decided

who will be the next
Viceroy of India.

Oh my god, who is it?

I don't know.

LS it you?

I don't know!

Ralph...

You stay here with Alice.

I have to go.

Bhupi, where's
the damn rickshaw?

No, wait,

tell the syce.

Better I ride over.

More of a statement, yes?

Yes!

Now go!

Five minutes and everything
will be done.

Two minutes--
I'll be up top.

Good luck, sahib.

One moment.

(loud banging)

Not one word.

Sooni?

Sooni, have you seen
your brother anywhere?

Yes, I was
just with him.

Oh, thank god.

Thank god.

Didn't I tell you there must be
just some silly mix-up?

But where?

At work.

There, you see?

Typical!

Nose to the grindstone!

But what about
the letter, Daddy?

Oh, that old thing.

Do you know what
I think happened?

I bet this is what he wrote
last year

before he went off on tour,

and I happened to discover it
only this morning,

and we all leap,
don't we, to...?

Yes!

Yes, that's it, Daddy.

Of course that
must be it.

You've been summoned.

Come on.

IAN:
Hello, sir!

CHARLIE:
Hello, hello.

I don't believe
we've had the pleasure.

(chickens clucking)

My name is Havistock.

Ah, Havistock.

McLeod.

Oh, charming kilt
you have there.

I'm sorry, sir,
our land is not for sale.

No, I don't want
the land.

I mean,
it looks lovely.

But no, there was
a revolutionary

by the name
of Naresh Banerjee.

I understand you took him in
for a night or two?

Aye, it's common
knowledge.

He stole my horse.

Oh, what a rascal!

Now, this fellow.

You know him?

Only by sight.

I wonder, did you ever...

Did you ever see him out here
with Banerjee?

No.

No?

Well...

Inquisition over.

Good day, sir.

Hello, hello.

Now, I have
a matching pair of these

for anyone who saw
this fine fellow.

Now, if you would be so kind
as to pass it around.

Send these people home.

I can't do that.

What do I tell them?

Tell them you're closed
for repairs.

Thank you, Rowntree.

This shouldn't
take long.

From the beginning.

Ralph...

No, you speak
when I tell you.

Oh, god in heaven.

The court's now
in session, is it?

You two.

How long?

What difference
does it make?

Let me tell you
exactly how long.

One night, I was very cold.

I had a bullet,
you see, in here,

and all I wanted to do
was fall asleep.

But there was
this woman.

And she took my hand.

RALPH:
Three years.

Three years, you've been
living this lie!

It wasn't a lie.

You were deceiving
everyone around you.

I think we call that a lie.

Love, please stop
jiggling around.

You're making us all feel
rather seasick.

You pushed them down
this road.

You gave them a room.

You're nothing
but an old pimp!

I did it for your sake, Ralph.

For your reputation.

It was obvious they couldn't
keep their hands off each other,

I just gave them somewhere
private to do their business.

And sending them off
to Australia,

was that your idea as well?

It was mine.

I had to get Alice
out of India,

away from that man.

You know nothing
about this man.

How can you even begin
to say that?

Oh, all right,
we'll see, shall we?

Kaira Das--

you know about her,
I suppose?

Yes.

Aafrin?

You and this agitator
were lovers, correct?

Yes.

I know--
he told me.

For two years in Bengal,

this man,
your constant star,

he had her with him
every night, yes?

I know.

And then you stood by,
stood by,

while another man put a revolver
to her head and shot her.

It wasn't like that!

I believe you.

Sit down!

We're just
getting started.

Then Aafrin

and this murderer

now plot to blow up
half of Simla!

Ralphie...

I told you.
I warned you.

Oh, yes,
at the eleventh hour.

I did everything I could
to stop it!

Oh, well try telling that
to Douglas Raworth's widow,

his two sons.

How are they going to feel,
growing up without a father?

Whenever they're suffering
or in trouble

or even if they just do well
at something,

they're going to feel him,

feel the lack of him,
the lack of a father.

You think I don't know that?

This man, he lies
and he lies and...

Stop it!

I understand.

You loved him,
you trusted him.

So did I.

Don't.

Don't cry.

I'm not crying for me.

For you.

Don't say that.

You know what
my husband is like.

You've seen him.

Tell me, what exactly
did you do to stop him?

At least Aafrin
did something.

Whereas you?

You know, sometimes
I think it suits you

to have me stuck here,
trapped in Chotipool,

your little flower.

While you come and go like
some sort of kindly jailer.

Well, I'm sorry.

Maybe I have the right to say,
"No, this is not good enough.

I choose something better."

And look at the choices
she's made.

First the banker,
now the traitor.

What next,
Doctor Crippen himself?

Enough, Ralph.

She's a child.

She's easily led.

How funny.

You know,
for a minute there,

you sounded just like
my husband.

That's not what I meant at all.

CYNTHIA:
Love, you know,

sometimes you have to adjust.

I mean, look at me.

I've got his lot in my club
day in and day out.

Do I like it?

No.

Do I jolly well get on with it?

Yes.

Because you've got to,
haven't you?

What, Bhupinder?

Sir, they are looking for you
high and low.

His Excellency
is waiting.

Right.

Yes? What else?

Memsahib.

Mr. Charlie wants Miss Alice
to come home now.

Ralph, don't you see?

He woke me up.

And I thought,
"This is him.

This is the one."

Don't tell me
you never had that feeling.

Not for a long time.

I..

We...

...are begging
for your help.

Please don't let them
hurt him.

It's out of my hands.

I'm sorry.

Then what's the point of you?

Wait, Alice.

Goodbye, brother.

Al!

Wait.

Wait!

You win.

Thank you.

Ah, Rowntree.

Dalal, sir?

He's up at the clubhouse.

In you go, Singh.

Do you know,

I think I may have led you
up the garden path

with regards
to an innocent man?

Too late for that, sir.

What do you mean?

We've had some new
information.

What new information?

I'm afraid
I'm not free to say

at this point, sir.

RALPH:
Wait!

ALICE:
Stop it.

Mr. Dalal!

What are you doing?

That's right,
sergeant.

Get that babu
out of here.

You're to call him "sir."

He's one of us.

I'm starting to wonder
if he ever was.

Now, look here.

No charges are to be made
against that man

without my say-so!

Is that understood?

(loud gunshot)

(bugle playing)

What was that?

Are we about to invade?

I imagine it's
for the new viceroy.

Ah, Whelan!

We've all been hunting
high and low!

Have they made
an announcement?

Our new leader?

Yes, they most
certainly have.

So who is it?

Who are we going with?

You actually don't...?

I beg your pardon.

One naturally assumed

you'd be the very
first person to...

Tell me.

Younger chap.

Yes?

The Marquis of Linlithgow.

At least I think
he's younger.

Godson to Victoria.

Damn fine choice,
by all accounts.

Very.

Had any dealings
with him yourself?

Never.

No?

Still, it's what we all need.

Anew face.

Shake things up a bit.

And he's done fine work
in the field of nutrition.

Ah, Cummings!

Tea, sir?

If you would.

Tell me,
Mrs. Tarporawallah,

how many years have you been
pouring our tea?

Since Lord Curzon's time, sir.

Curzon.

He must have been
a fine man to serve.

He was a fine,
hard-working man, sir.

Yes, well,
those were the days.

Milk, sir?

Thank you.

These two men,
you saw them together?

Is she quite certain?

A man's life is
in the balance here.

Tell her.

(Speaking Hindi)

Haan.

These two mens, yes.

Why didn't you come forward
with all this months ago?

(sighs)

Tell her!

Scared witless,
I imagine, poor thing.

Now, will it stand?

The statement?

If she stands by it, yes.

Good.

Then we have enough
to press charges?

Well, there are questions
to be answered.

Lakshmi!

Oh, hello again.

What are you doing
with her?

Well, I'm trying to interest her
in a cream puff.

Come on, Lakshmi.

Let's get you home, eh?

Yes, she's been very kind.

Tell her, yes.

And the District Superintendent
knows where to find you,

should the need arise.

Come on.

Lakshmi, what did you say
to that man?

Nothing, Mr. Ian.

Nothing.

Are you sure?

Haan.

Oh, he's back for more.

Having trouble
finding your way out?

Mr. Rowntree,

Lakshmi's a good worker,
I grant you,

but she's not been well.

I think we're all aware
that she is a local woman.

An ordinary woman.

But they do say justice
is blind, sir.

Of course.

Her opinion has equal weight
to anyone else,

be they white, brown,
or mustard.

Just leave this
with us, McLeod.

Sir, I am the one
who stopped your terrorist.

I'm the one
who gave him up to you.

Whatever you may think of me,
I expect to be heard

when I say that woman's
judgment is not safe.

Well.

Off you pop.

See you soon, eh?

Mm.

Here's hoping.

Hey, wee man.

Can you show me
the way out?

This way, sahib.

Your name--
Adam, is it not?

Yes-- Adam.

Your mother
worked for me.

Did you know that?

No.

Jaya-mommy
or Leena-mommy?

Jaya-mommy.

And Leena-mommy?

Where is she?

In prison.

Jailed for nine years.

You didn't know?

Nobody told me.

And your father?

Where is he now?

Dead.

Douglas Raworth?

Yes.

No, I meant your real father.

I never knew him.

Thank you.

I know the way from here.

What is the charge?

What am I being
charged with here?

Sergeant!

Ek minute.

Charges are still pending.

With a case like this,
they have to be certain.

Help me.

Please.

Very well.

I can help you.

As I helped Mr. Banerjee.

What's this?

Your death.

You've seen one
of these before?

Yes, I have.

They say there is little pain.

Naseem.

What news?

Still no charge.

Oh.

So when can he
come home?

Soon.

Good.

Sooni, meri jaan, (literally means "heart of my own")
my uncle has come up.

Delhi uncle or Rawalpindi?

Rawalpindi.

He's keen
to meet, and...

Oh, not today, Naseem.

Of course.

Forgive my mentioning it.

You can meet him
just as easily the next time,

or at the wedding itself.

(laughs)

Yes, that will be nice.

Oh, I must...

Go.

And if there's anything
I can do, think it,

and I'll come running.

(laughing):
I know.

Thank you.

Was that Aafrin?

No, it was just some
box-wallah selling...

I don't know what.

Tell them we don't have money
to spare for rubbish.

What is that, Daddy?

Uh...

A letter.

From the dasturji.

He feels there's a really
auspicious date very soon

for your wedding
with Boman.

What was the date
he mentioned, Daddy?

I forget.

Here it is.

Behram Roy.

But do you think
we'd be ready so soon?

Well, I mean,
it will require

some careful
consideration.

One day is as good as any other.

(sighs)

WILLINGDON:
Look, I know you're upset.

RALPH:
No, I...

I gather His Lordship has done
some fine work in nutrition.

Don't be an idiot.

The truth is,
you had it on merit.

But first, we took
a dreadful hiding

with this India Bill.

Yes.

And there was the matter
of my family.

Yes.

Sir, was there
something else?

Well, it was said--

I don't know
how it came about

or who it came from--

that you were in over your head
with certain debts at the bank.

Now, I told them
it's not for a gentleman

to go raking over
another chap's private affairs,

but I can't pretend
it didn't damage your case.

Yes.

I have an idea how that rumour
might have come about.

The truth is...

No, no, no,
it doesn't matter.

I know what
you're made of.

My boy.

Thank you.

MADELEINE:
Ralph.

Excuse me.

Get off me!

Is it true?

Yes.

After all that sacrifice,
we get nothing?

Oh, it's worse than that.

How do you mean?

You see, the new Viceroy's
going to have his own ideas

about who he wants
around him.

It's an honour to meet you,
Your Excellency.

I have a gift for you.

It's a wee box
of my very own Armitage tea,

so that when you're at home
in your armchair

and you're thinking of us,
you can taste these hills again.

That's very decent of you,
Mr...?

McLeod.

Now tell me,
Your Excellency,

you ever heard of a man
called Ramu Sood?

No, I don't believe
I have.

Oh, Christ.

I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

You should always make a note
of the men you hang.

Your Excellency,
you're running late.

Not only was he innocent
of the murder of Jaya Mohan,

but your man here knew it.

He knew it, and still
he let him die!

Remove him.

Didn't you?

Didn't you?

Didn't you?!

Enjoy your tea.

This way.

What a business.

Now there's the dinner
in your honour,

if you can stand it.

We should go
and change, sir.

RALPH:
It's almost 15 years

since our paths first crossed
down in Madras.

I was...
younger than I am.

So was I!

And His Excellency
was then

Governor of Bombay,
a fitting post

for a gentleman
of his rank and privilege.

And since then, he has ruled
the roost from Ontario to Simla.

Hear, hear.

Yes, quite right.

And as he returns
to the bosom of His Majesty

and we, uh...

Welcome to India,
Thompson.

Safe journey up?

We hold you
in our hearts,

and from this day
forward...

(crowd tittering)

...reflect upon all
you've taught us.

Hear, hear.

Your Excellency.

ALL:
Your Excellency.

Fresh off the boat?

Oh no, flew out to Delhi
directly from Croydon.

Yes, poor sea legs, despite
a very tenuous connection

to Admiral Lord Nelson.

(laughing)

Champagne is the only cure.

BOTH:
Cheers!

Let me introduce you
to Mrs. Whelan.

Madeleine,
Sir Cecil.

Pleased to meet you.

Mrs. Whelan,
enchanted.

Who is, um...?

Sir Cecil Thompson.

Of course.

Just flew in.

I gather he's advising
the new Viceroy.

Oh, very prudent, yes.

Good to make a head start.

I think we've got
some entertainment lined up.

Oh, I see.

A terrible band.

Ah, I see.

It's time
for the band.

Ah, the band.

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen...

Very bracing.

...please make your way
forward to the garden.

WILLINGDON:
That fellow at the gates...

What was he barking about?

Oh, some local crime.

Yes, I thought as much.

RALPH:
Was there something
you wish to ask, sir?

No.

Don't you want to know
if there's any truth in it?

The fact is,

it's all true.

Every word.

What rot.

Her name was Jaya Mohan,
and she bore my child.

Look, stop this.

There's more.

I've lied and I've lied
and I've lied again

(fading out):
about who I was...

(band playing)

DARIUS:
There you are.

(faint music)

That's why your son's
not home.

He's out there doing his duty
along with the others.

SHAMSHAD:
Listening to the band?

Hardly a duty!

But if he's
up there...

Yes?

Why didn't he come home
to get into his suit?

Ah.

He will have borrowed a suit.

There you are.

No, that can't be.

That can't be--
he always comes home.

All right.

I propose I simply go up
and see him, yes?

No!

Uh...

I'll walk with you.

(applause)

DARIUS:
Oh, just a minute.

Just let me
catch my breath.

It's all right.

Baapi...

What?

I'm afraid...

...we're not going
to find Aafrin up here.

Why?

He's in some sort
of trouble.

This trouble,

is it in any way to do
with the English woman?

Yes.

It's possible.

(sighs)

I should have been
more strict.

Baapi, it's not
your fault.

You people!

You make a shrine
of your own passions.

You don't care a jot
for what's right.

And now do you see
how all are made to suffer

because of a few
selfish actions?

How is it to end?

Never better.

Alice.

Where's Percy?

Out with Ayah,
enjoying the sights.

Come here.

What do you want?

It's an odd feeling,
knowing the worst.

I feel almost light-headed.

Have you ever had that?

I don't know.

It's the sheer relief.

Yes, I suppose
that's what it is--

knowing what you're up against
and what needs to be done.

That sounds clear.

Yes.

The policeman is expecting
my statement in 30 minutes.

And?

What will you tell him?

The truth.

Dalal's alliance
with the traitor Banerjee.

We have one eyewitness
to that effect.

I'll add what I can.

You know nothing.

Well.

I know that Dalal,
evidently fearing arrest,

was planning to escape
to Australia

with my wife and son.

Hand.

Now, the next few months
will be sticky.

Dr. Kingsley is
on his way over.

He will make a judgment
as to your state of mind.

Tongue lolling and eyes
in the back of your skull

is your best bet
at this point.

What are you
talking about?

Unsound mind.

That's your best defense.

You'll go on a trip some place
with short fingernails

and fresh air
and armies of nuns.

But you'll survive.

And Aafrin?

Oh, he'll hang.

Percy?

Well.

Home with me, of course.

Yes, but people will know.

They'll find out,
they'll talk about it.

You won't like that.

Oh, don't kid yourself.

I'll relish our disgrace.

Are you sure?

Everywhere you go,
"Look," they'll say,

"there's that pitiful man
from the bank."

Pity is all right.

Hell for women, of course,

but men seem to do
all right on it.

Tell me.

What can I do?

What do you want?

I want my wife.

You see?

I can give you that.

I can give you
what you want.

What is that?

Affection.

Obedience.

I want a wife, not a puppy.

Oh, one's much like another.

You can do what you like, they don't mind,

they still come bouncing back.

But if I broke it...

- .. if I broke this creature, would it mind?
- No.

Can't have it running off again, you see.

No, it wouldn't mind.

You could do anything.

Anything at all.

And it would love you,
just as much as it could.

Are you sure?

I promise...

.. just let me have my son...

and you, of course.

Yes.

- We could leave in the morning, couldn't we?
- If you like.

Get the earliest boat
home and travel in style...

first class, why not? Percy
would like that, wouldn't he?

Oh, he'd love it.

Yes, he would, rather.

And... as a favour,

you'd drop all that nonsense
about Mr Dalal, wouldn't you?

- Wait...
- No...

- Wait, wait... - You can trust
me. - Wait, wait, no, no...

- I can prove it.
- Wait, no, no...

No, no, no, no... you know I don't...
you know I don't like all that.

No, I'll need better proof than that.

Anything.

Well?

Sir, I gather we owe you an apology.

Alice?

You're out.

Yes!

No charge, after all.

I am a free man.

I tell you, these past few hours...

Your family will be so relieved.

It's not too late.

Too late for what?

Come away with me.

It's been such a long day...

.. but it's given me time to think.

I've decided, for everyone's sake...

we need to stop this.

What?

Stop this.

Dead in its tracks,
before anyone gets hurt.

What rubbish.

You love me.

Not in the way you mean.

- Who put you up to this?
- No-one. I promise.

You just have to face the facts.

I mean, say we go along
with this plan of yours...

.. who's to say, one day very soon, I...

.. I won't look at you, and
I won't say to myself...

.."I gave up everything
and everyone I hold dear

...for some silly flirtation."

"Am I happy?"

"No".

"Is it enough?"

"No".

"Do I love him?"

"No".

"No."

What has he done to you?

Goodbye.

Give Mummy a wave.