All language subtitles for The Mistress of Spices

Are you ready to give up
your own lives forever,

for the spices?

To never love anyone
but the spices?

I am, First Mother.
I know the rules.

Mistresses, I have
taught you all I can.

We must now decide
where you are to go.

Paris.

London.

Nairobi.

Los Angeles.

Hong Kong.

Toronto.

San Francisco.

There's a need for you
in all these places.

You will not burn.

You will not feel pain.

You will wake up
in your new home

free of all your own desires.

But if a mistress
fails her duty...

the spices will punish her.

I love being a
mistress of spices.

The spices are my love.

I know their origins,

colours, smells,

their magic powers.

Yes, the old, old magic.

Every spice has a purpose.

And for each person,

there's a special spice.

I am named Tilo...

after the sesame seed...

the spice of nourishment.

But here no-one knows who I am.

Ladyjaan?

Yes, Haroun?

Ah! Ladyjaan.

Ah, please!

I am sick of old lady Kapadia.

These rich Indians, they
think they're still in India.

They treat us like animals.

Do this, that. Drive
me here, there.

Not even a nod of thanks.

Ladyjaan, you must
read my fortune today.

Haroun...

you know I can't
read your for...

Yes, but Ahmed said.

You helped him get a green card.

He was nervous
before the interview,

so I just gave him some
brahmi leaves to chew on.

But he remembered the
Allegiance Pledge.

First time, in English.

That wasn't me. It
was the dashmul.

The herb of ten roots.

Lady, you are just
playing with me.

Look at these eyes.

You see these dark circles?

Poor Haroun,

who came for the American Dream.

that now works for
an Indian nightmare.

Lady...

please.

What's this?

Oh, it's from tire
irons and wrenches,

from ARCO Garages, my first job.

And erm... before that?

Back in Kashmir we are boatmen.

My grandfather, my father and I,

we would row our
shikara for tourists,

from America, Europe.

One year, money was so good,

we lined the seats
with red silk.

Chandan,

the powder of the
sandalwood tree,

that relieves the
pain of remembering.

Rub it in.

One day the fighting started.

The soldiers arrived and
the tourists stopped coming.

The rebels came to
take the young men.

There was blood.

Blood and more blood...

redder than the red
silk of the boat.

I wish I had...

Hurry, now.

Faster, Haroun.

I wish I, too, had...

What was I saying?

You wanted to know your fortune.

Oh, yes.

-It is good.
-Mm-hm.

Very good.

Great things will happen
in this new land for you.

Um...

riches and happiness...

and maybe even... love.

Oh, Ladyjaan.

Thank you.

I know you have the gift.

Thank you.

I must go.

Poor Haroun.

I, too, was taken from home.

When I was born,

my parents' faces were
heavy with fallen hope,

at another girl.

A daughter meant nothing
more than a dowry debt.

Maybe because I was left
to wander around alone.

I discovered I could see
things others could not.

I knew which servant girl
was sleeping with her master.

I told a wealthy landowner
where to find his lost ring.

And I warned the village headman
of the floods before they came.

My fame spread far and wide.

And then the bandits came for
me to lead them to riches.

Mummy! Papa!

Mummy! Papa!

Mummy!

I did not know it,

but I had arrived at my destiny.

First Mother said

I had been brought to
her to fulfil my duty,

as a mistress of spices.

Don't you know
it's very important

that you know what the
names of these spices are?

Because you will be
using them in your work

and you will get
the power from them.

Those are red chillies.

Red chillies.

-Cardamom.
-Cardamom.

Do you listen to the spices?

I was taught the
power of the spices

and the consequences
for breaking the rules.

First rule... you are here to
see to the other's desires,

never to use the
spices for your own.

Cardamom.

Second rule...

you may never leave the store.

So there is no danger of your
straying away from the spices.

Is this turmeric?

Give it to me! Give it to me!

Ginger.

Adrak (Ginger)

Final rule...

you may never touch
another's skin.

Why are you warning
me, chillies?

Sister...

I was wondering if
you could help me.

I've seen you here
from the salon.

Do you know how to do this?

My girlfriend says
it's an Indian thing.

Mehndi.

When are you getting married?

What's that got to
do with anything?

Mehndi is normally
done on brides.

I was just hoping to
wear it to a hair show.

If I have to wait
until I get married...

girl, I may never get a chance

Saffron, for lonely nights.

To glow, and attract
love into your life.

What is that?

To give you energy
for the long hours.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome, Myisha.

I'll see you real soon, girl.
Take care.

See you.

You're cooking for her again?

She loved the coconut korma.

Nothing like its delicate
flesh to bind new hearts.

You ready for garlic now?

I don't know about garlic.

You see, me and garlic...

Do you know there are religious
groups in India never eat it.

That's what I'm talking about.
That garlic...

Because they fear its
reputation as an aphrodisiac.

You should try the
eggplant bhurtha.

You grill the
eggplant over a flame.

Scoop the insides out

and then fry it with
ten cloves of garlic,

cumin seeds, little red
onions and tomatoes.

And you sprinkle it
with coriander leaves.

To feed your passion
through the night.

Cool.

Listen, if you get all
the ingredients together,

I'll pick it up when I
come back from class.

Okay, then.

Thanks a lot. See you later.

Jagjit, don't hang
on me like a girl.

Go get me daal chini.

Bag!

Oh, Jagjit,

the hairs on my
head will turn white

before you learn to do anything.

Oh, what's the problem, Osama?

Towel head! Towel head!

Cinnamon, friend maker,

warm, brown as Jaggi's skin.

to find you someone
who will show you

this America is not so bad.

Jagjit,

do you know what
your name means?

World conqueror.

Stupid boy.

Stupid boy.. will remain stupid.
Come!

Thank you.

Hey, buddy, you okay?

Hey, you got a phone, man?

Hey, man. Are you all right?
You okay?

Bring him in.

I can help him.

All right. He's okay. Let's go.

Shall I call an ambulance?

It's nothing.

I know what he needs.

I'll just be a minute.

I have to help him, chillies.

He is hurt.

Why did you send
him away, spices?

He was no danger to me.

I don't know what happened,
but the bike's fine.

I'd better go. Thanks.

But... you are bleeding.

Please.

Sit down.

Hold your arm out, please.

This is very nice of you.

Where did you learn this?

I uh... grew up
with it around me.

It must have been passed
down for generations, huh?

Chilies, you can't be his spice.

Nice place you have here.

What's wrong?

You'd better go now.

Well, thank you. It
feels much better.

I'd like to give you
something for all your...

Thanks again.

You didn't need to do all this.

I should have listened
to you, spices,

and sent him away.

I thought he came
to me for help.

America,

a new land no older
than a heartbeat.

There is so little
I know about you.

Ladyjaan, I quit my job
with Kapadia memsahib.

-You quit?
-Yes.

Last night, I was at Fried
Kentucky Chicken on 14th Street...

and someone grabs my shoulder.

Now, I'm praying
to Allah as I turn,

but it's only being Mujibar.

Mujibar from my uncle's village!

I didn't even know
he was in America.

And he's done good, too.

He's got a couple
of taxis already...

and he's looking for a driver.

Good pay, he's telling me.

Special for a fellow Kashmiri.

And maybe even the
chance to buy later on.

Ladyjaan...

there's nothing like
being your own master.

So, from tomorrow,

I'm driving a cab,

black and yellow
like a sunflower.

A cab?

This is all your doings.

Thank you.

Come and have a look at my taxi.

It's just outside. Come.

Haroun...

you know I cannot
leave this store.

The store will be fine
without you for a minute.

It's only a bus backfiring.

Ladyjaan, come. Touch
it for good luck, huh?

Ladyjaan?

Are you okay?

How many times have I told you?

You should put an ad in
India West for a helper.

Running this big store by
yourself, it's too much.

Haroun, just be careful.

What?

Look. Please display for me.

My number is on the back,

so you can call me any time.

And I will give you a free
ride to San Francisco.

The beautiful
Golden Gate Bridge,

Alcatraz Island, the
wharf of the fisherman.

I'll take you everywhere.

What does Haroun need?

Kala jira.

Black cumin seeds.

Protector against the evil eye.

Thank you, spices.

Hello?

Hi, Dadaji.

Chi, chi, chi.

I need something
for my mental peace.

Ever since I came
to this America,

I have not got one iota.

And that Satish of mine,

'Come, Baba, come
here, ' he said.

'We are all here.

Why do you want to be far away

from your flesh, blood

and a younger granddaughter?'

I'd rather not have anything

with this granddaughter at all.

Dadaji, Geeta's
such a nice girl.

She's pretty, well-spoken,

and she loves my mango pickle.

It's all right with
these foreign girls.

But you tell me
one thing yourself.

Is it all right to work
late, late in the night,

in the office with men?

And that also being
dropped by these men

in their cars. You tell me!

Who will want to marry her?

Dadaji...

this is America.

And even in India,
women are working.

I know it is America.

But we are Indians still, no?

You would have not done
something like that, I know it!

When oil and lighting um...

Match...

match is put together,
there's bound to be fire.

And once the fire starts,

it is very difficult
to put it out.

I need something
for my mental peace.

I'll get you brahmi oil
to cool your system.

And one more thing.

Yesterday she was wearing...

Where are you going
looking like this?

I'm going out.

With so much of make-up?

In our times, only
English women and

loose ladies used to
wear so much of make-up.

And good Indian girl is

not ashamed of the face
that God has given her.

I'm not ashamed of anything.

And why are you wearing
something like this?

You want every man to
look at your chest?

Gramps, don't wait up.

But I...

Feeling better?

Thanks to you.

Whatever you put under that
bandage really worked wonders.

It's almost all healed.

I didn't get a chance to
thank you properly last time.

I was going to have flowers
delivered and I realized

I don't even know your name.

I'm Doug.

Tilo.

I will come back for
my peace of mind again.

Chi, Dadaji.

Take care, Dadaji.

You take care, my dear.

It smells so beautiful in here.

I must have passed this
store hundreds of times

and I've always been
scared to come in.

Scared? Why?

I don't know.

I wasn't sure if it was
okay for a guy like me to...

Well, you know.

It seems like it's
for your community.

No, it's...

it's for everyone.

Wow, there must be
thousands of spices in here.

How do you keep track
of what they're all for?

I can't even cook an egg.

Everyone has a spice.

Really?

I got a spice too?

Well, which one's mine?

Um... if you'll
wait here a minute,

I'll just go find yours.

Spices, speak to me.

What does he need?

Is it methi seed for strength?

Ajwain for confidence?

Fennel for perseverance?

Why can't I see?

When you begin to weave your
desires into your vision,

the true seeing
is taken from you.

You grow confused

and the spices no longer obey.

Asafoetida,

the antidote to love.

You can't be his spice.

These chillies look deadly.

They are. You should
stay away from them.

What happened to my spice?

It's not something bad, is it?
Some...

Some high-carb
spice or something?

It's um... It's a special one.

Sorry.

Hey.

Yeah.

I'll be there, like,
in like ten minutes.

Okay. Bye.

Sorry about that. It's
just we've started

a new building down the street.

There's lots of city politics.

You are an architect?

Yeah, but that's just my job.

I got a spice now.

What's my spice supposed
to do for me, anyway?

It depends.

What do you need?

You think I need something?

I'm all out of your spice.

But...

I um...

I have something for you.

What is it?

It's... tulsi.

Holy basil.

Mm. What's it for?

Drink it like tea.

And that's on the house.

You know, it's funny.

People look at me and
think that I'm doing okay.

But you look at me

like you know something
you're not telling me.

I only know that

everyone's welcome here.

There's no need to be scared.

I still can't
believe that you can

remember what all
these spices are for

without getting mixed up.

It's simple.

We all have spices.

Just like we all
have traditions.

Yeah.

Well... I'll drink this tonight.

I'd better get back to work.

Thanks.

Tulsi... for remembering.

Remember to come back.

# Don't shake me up

# Many's the time
I've thought of you

# Lying in my bed
in the afternoon

# No-one for company

# This is the mother,
puts tomorrow back

# Only you got something,
I got side-tracked

# Just for once I'd
like my lover mapped

# For me to write my name upon

# To be someone

# Don't shake me up

# Many's the time
I've thought of you

# Lying in your bed
with the ocean view

# Have me for company

# Don't shake me up

It would be so easy

just once

to use the spices for myself.

Crushed prishniparni

burned with lotus
root in the evening

would make him come back to me.

Tulsi...

you were right.

Why should he think of me?

He's remembering someone else.

Hello, Beti. You still here?

You still here? I've
got a letter from

Janu Barwa, my old army friend.

They are looking for a
match for his grandnephew.

You gotta be joking!

I mean, why would
I leave my career,

my family, all my friends here

to go some place I've
visited, like, twice?

I mean, I don't even like
going to the bathroom in India.

Mom...

Dad...

I have met someone...

and we're in love.

No shame at all.

Making talk of love.

In front of me, her grandfather.

Anthony Garcia?

Satish, she is
marrying a white man?

He's not white. He's Chicano.

Chicano?

What's that?

I know it's nothing good.

He's Mexican-American.

You are losing your caste

and putting the blackest colour

on our ancestors' faces

to marry a man whose people are

slum criminals and illegals?

You don't understand, Grandpa.

I understand! I
understand everything!

Satish is sitting totally quiet.

I want to tell him.

Once you let cow
out of the barn...

you can't stop it from
trampling the paddy fields.

But when I look at his face...

I don't have the heart.

I say,

'Satish,

put me on a plane tomorrow to India.
Tomorrow!'

Dad?

-Dad, say something.
-I trusted you.

I don't want to see your face.

How can you say that to me?

Fine.

Then I'm gonna
move in with Tony!

Because he's been asking me.

All this time I've
been saying no

because I've been
thinking of you.

But now I will.

Then I'll just go
ahead and marry him.

Because that's what we want.

I do not know what to do.

So I came to you.

I know you can help.

Please.

Almond powder and
kesar to boil in milk.

The whole family must drink it.

To sweeten your words

and remember the love
buried under the anger.

Thank you.

It's so late.

I'll take a taxi
home instead of bus.

Haroun.

Please forgive me, spices.

I've been distracted.

How could I forget the kala jira

to shield Haroun
from the evil eye?

Hey.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to...

-It's nothing.

Here, let me take a look.

Here. Put some water on it.

Clean it out.

Is that better?

Ladyjaan?

What's going on?

-Haroun...
-You should um...

You should put
something on that cut.

Yes, I'll get a neem leaf.

Please help him.

It's okay, I'm in no hurry.

Who is he?

Are you okay?

You should be careful

who you let in your
store after dark.

There's all kinds of mad people

roaming around
this neighbourhood.

How come your door
wasn't locked today?

Just last week,

a man broke into the
Sri Lankan 7-Eleven

and shot the owner in
the chest three times.

Better you ask this
fellow to leave

while I'm still being here.

Haroun, I can look
after myself very well.

And it's best you do
not insult my customers.

I was...

I was speaking out of
concern like a brother.

I see I stepped too far.

I didn't mean it like that.

What right have I, a poor...

taxi driver...

to advise you... a lady?

Haroun, please don't go.

I'll have your package
in a few minutes.

Haroun, please!

-I'm sorry about...
-It's okay.

He uh... He seemed kind
of pissed off, though.

Is he? Are you and he?

No, no, no, he's just
a loyal customer.

He needed some kala
jira for protection.

How can you be so
sure what he needs?

I just know.

Like you know what I need?

Why did you give me
that tea to drink?

For clarity... at work.

Well, ever since you gave
it to me, I've been having

the most incredible dreams...

remembering all
this stuff that I'd

completely forgotten about.

I don't know how
you do it, but...

you're incredible.

I'm sorry, spices.

Are you okay?

I must give him the asafoetida

and send him away for ever.

Um...

I'm sorry...

It's... It's very late.

I hope I haven't offended you.

Just I... I just...

I just wanted to thank you.

Maybe I can buy you
some dinner sometime and

we can go somewhere nice.

I can't leave the store.

I mean when you're not
busy with the store.

You must get a day off sometime.

I could pick you up
on my bike and...

What's your favourite food?

Sushi, Italian. I know a great
little place in Chinatown.

-It has the most...
-I can't leave the store.

Are you married? Have
you got a boyfriend?

No!

I guess your family
wouldn't approve, huh?

Are they real traditional?

I've broken too
many rules already.

I think you should leave.

I'm sorry,

I never gave you
your true spice.

Please...

do not leave me...

spices.

You must speak to me again.

My spices,

I knew you wouldn't abandon me.

Garlic never fails.

It is known as the
wonder food back home.

You know, I have the
perfect thing for you today.

Paan...

a must at the end of
every couple's meal.

What it has here

is slivers of supari
for intoxication...

shredded coconut
for sweet words...

fennel seeds to digest them...

and... cardamom...

to make the words last forever.

We broke up.

She said it was
all going too fast.

I guess I overwhelmed her.

I'm sorry.

I thought I was
onto something good.

Spices,

why punish him when
I broke the rules?

Anyway, uh...

I came by to ask

if I could put this
up in your window.

Yeah, sure.

I'm teaching a new karate class.

Jagjit?

Yes, it's Jagjit.

I remember that look.

Thanks, huh?

Hello, Jagjit.

It's Jag.

Everything better in school now?

Who told you?

Well, the boys, they don't
trouble you any more?

I've got friends now.

Oh, cinnamon,

friend maker,

what have you done?

What friends are these?

Cinnamon, we are losing him.

Spices,

speak to me.

Is this the way you've
chosen to punish me?

And what about him?

How will you punish him?

Don't spices.

He didn't mean to touch me.

I won't see him again, spices.

Please, don't hurt him.

Hi.

Such perfect timing,
my clever spices.

I wanna make a special
meal for someone,

but I've never
cooked Indian before.

She looks like she's never
chopped an onion in her life.

I was hoping you could
help me with that.

Yes, of course.

My problem is, I don't
know what I want.

Who are you cooking for?

Well, it's for this
guy I've been dating.

But he's been kinda
distant lately.

I wanna make something easy.

But I don't want the smell

to get into my hair
and stay in the house.

You know what I mean?

Um...

I'll find the perfect
thing for you.

Great.

I could give her
mischievous mustard seed

to send him away
from her forever.

I really appreciate this.

He's gonna love it.

Maybe you can make him
a sumptuous biryani with

green cardamom.

You are speaking to me again.

Okay.

Cardamom,

to bind true loves.

Then it must be
her that he needs.

Who am I to take
away their happiness?

Here's your change.

Thanks so much.

I'll have him eating out
of my hand after this.

I'll let you know
how it turned out.

You must. Good luck.

I must let him go.

Or the spices will
destroy us both.

I've neglected
what is important.

Anant Soni,

who comes every month for rendi,

oil from the castor plant.

to massage into his
mother's arthritic hands.

And Prameela Viji

who sells million-dollar houses.

and sends the money to
her sister in a shelter.

I'll give her a special blend

of my garam masala
today, for hope.

Thank you, spices,

for reminding me of
my duty to others.

Tilo...

Tilo, I need to speak to you.

Doug, I cannot...

Just for, like, two minutes.

Please.

I'll get you a nimbu pani.
A lime soda.

It'll cool you down.

So uh... what's wrong?

It's my mom.

She died.

I'm so sorry.

Was she with you?

No.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...

bust in here like this.
I just...

I think I'm in shock, you know.

I should go.

No, wait.

No, you were right.
I shouldn't have come.

Have this drink.

Please.

Black gold.

Brought by traders
round the world.

King of spices.

Is that pepper?

That was strong.

To help you tell
your deepest secrets.

You can tell me
whatever you want.

I won't judge you.

I never really talked
about this with anybody.

I don't even know
where to start.

I feel so numb.

It's my mom.

Her ashes just showed
up at my doorstep.

I don't even know
how they found me.

I never wanted to see
her again till I met you.

The truth is,

my mom died for me
a long time ago.

My dad was an orphan

who met my mom at
a roadside diner.

His hands were always

always so black

from working at the refinery.

But my mom's hands...

were always perfect.

Vroom! Vrooom!

She looked like a movie star.

You know, she had these
high pointy heels.

Even her name...

Celestina...

had more flair than
the neighbours.

She used to complain
about my hair.

She said it was
too coarse, unruly.

One day,

this man,

showed up at our house
when my dad was at work.

Evie. Evie!

Why have you come here?
To ruin my life?

You ought to be ashamed,
acting like a white woman.

Your little boy don't
even know who he is.

Dougie, honey, go back upstairs.

Get out of here.

He's dying.

I promised him I'd
find you and tell you.

I don't know owe him nothing.

The next day, when
my dad was gone,

my mom took us on a ride.

Evie.

Evie, my little flower.

You came...

with your son.

Please.

Leave the boy with me.

I only have a little time,
my darling granddaughter.

Please... let me talk to him.

I ask it as payment

for all that you threw away.

I want the boy

to have a choice

for his life's path.

As you had.

Please...

let me talk to him.

Please.

You can talk to him, Tata.

But I stay in the room.

For you, my son.

No!

Tata.

Come on.

We've gotta get out of here.

-Come on!
-No!

You killed him!

I should never have
come back here!

Phew!

This pepper drink has a
kick to it, I tell you.

I don't even know why I
dumped all that stuff on you.

I'm sorry.

Come.

Let's get some fresh air.

It's embarrassing to
bring all this stuff up.

Did you ever go back?

After my dad died,

I left home

and stopped talking to my mom.

God, I hated her.

She gave it all up cos
she wanted to fit in.

And you just abandoned her?

I'm not proud of that.

I did try to find
her a few years ago.

But she moved away.

You know, the old man...

Your great-grandfather.

Although he spoke to me
in some language I...

I never heard before, I...

I still understood him.

You know what?

I felt part of something.

I kept that feather
all these years,

hoping one day I'd find what
he was trying to give me.

Now it's too late.

Is it?

I'm betting you know
exactly what to do.

No, I don't always have
all the answers, Doug.

From my window in San Francisco,

sometimes I look
across the bay and...

I imagine you here.

I've never really
been to San Francisco.

You're kidding me.

Well, come with me, then.

I'll show you
everything, all my spots.

I cannot.

There's more to you
than this store, Tilo.

I know that.

And I know that...

a handsome man like
you can never be alone.

You'd be surprised.

I didn't have a clue what
I wanted till I met you.

Not a clue.

Did you ever feel like
you just want to...

you just want to
start all over again?

I guess it's easy
for me to say 'cause

I don't have what you have.

I'm not rooted like you are.

When the roots are too strong,

they can strangle you too.

I'll see you tomorrow, then?

It's a date?

Come on.

You deserve a day off.

Haroun.

I'll stay up all night and
split the seeds for Haroun.

I must protect him.

Hello?

Are you trying to kill us?

My husband nearly choked.

It's much too hot.
It burnt his insides.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what happened.

I put the same amount
of chillies in it.

You've been careless,
that's what's happened.

Now, who's going to pay
doctor's bills, huh?

I'm really sorry.

Please, take back your money.

How's Jagjit?

My son is none of your business.

You've done enough damage.

I am having no luck.

Satish refuses to mention Geeta.

The almond and kesar powder?

We did everything that
you asked us to do.

Can't you see, spices?

All Geeta wants is to be happy.

Don't turn on me, spices.

You know my customers need me.

Don't punish them.

Dadaji,

you said you would do anything

to bring Geeta back
into the family.

Mix this in your rice

and for one hour you will
have the golden tongue.

Whatever you ask,

people must obey.

Okay.

Spices,

I have to get the
kala jira to Haroun.

This is for him...

not for me.

I'm not leaving you, spices.

I will be back.

Sure you wanna do this?

I'm going because I
have to help someone.

This is where I have to go.

Okay.

Don't worry.

Here's your helmet.

Haroun!

He just left five minutes ago.

But he comes back at
sundown for prayers

and food and then he
goes back out again.

We must be back before sundown.

I'll bring you back.
Don't worry.

Just shift gears.

Today...

I get to take care of you.

Thank you.

Sure you don't want
me to stay for you?

I can wait here.

No, it's okay. My friend
will take me home.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hey!

Thanks.

I had a great day.

Haroun?

He hasn't returned yet.

Why don't you come in
and have some hot chai?

He'll soon be home for prayers.

No, thank you.

Chai?

Thank you.

I'm Hameeda.

I'm Tilo.

Do you live alone?

No, no, my brother
brought me here to study.

He and his wife look after me.

Do you know Haroun well?

Oh, no, he's always so busy.

And he's so shy with women
he hardly speaks to me.

If we meet on the
stairs, he just

says 'Salaam alaikum',
and hurries down.

He won't even look
me in the eyes.

That's his car. He's home.

He goes to the market

and always gets so
much fresh fruit,

he comes up with so many bags.

Haroun?

Haroun!

Help me!

No time for tears, Ladyjaan.

Hold his head like this
and Bhaijaan go get help.

Ambulance?

No, no, who knows
who they'll tell?

We'll get Rahman Saab instead.

Haroun.

I'm so sorry I failed you.

Distracted by my own desires.

So many wounds like
this I've had to stitch.

Nobody puts this in letters
when sending money home.

Tilo, daughter,

you have gone too far.

This will destroy you
and everything you are.

First Mother.

You must return now
to where you belong.

You are in danger.

You have broken too many rules.

But we have to live by
different rules here.

Maybe...

the spices are not
enough by themselves.

You are nothing
without the spices.

The spices are your tradition.

Do not let America seduce you.

With your dreams of love,

you have roused
the spices' hate.

You know about him?

To all whom a mistress loves,

as she should not...

chaos will come.

I want the spices.

And him.

If a mistress fails in her duty,

fire is the end.

The spices will decide.

I'm not waiting as long

for you to take another
day off, you know.

It's not going to work.

What do you mean?

There are rules.

So?

Your mother broke the rules
and look how that hurt you.

That was her choice.

But you helped me
make sense of it.

You said I can be whoever
the hell I want to be.

So can you.

Don't kill this.

Don't kill this before
it's even started.

I'm coming back for you tonight.

Spices,

I know it cannot be.

I have chosen to go back.

Hello, Beti.

It's still hurting.

But I had to come and thank you.

Geeta's coming home with her...

boyfriend, that Tony fellow.

Thank you, spices.

You have helped open eyes,

so Geeta can marry her love.

Don't worry, I'm not
going to say anything.

Hello!

I saw the poster in your window

and went along to his class.

And saffron,

Myisha and Kwesi
have found love, too.

He can cook, too.

She taught me everything I know.

So what you going to
get for the night?

Anything with garlic.

Everything okay, Jagjit?

Yeah, it's all good.

Don't be scared. It's
just a bus backfiring.

Scared? I ain't scared.

Are you all right, son?

Somebody after you?

How would you like

never to be scared
again, Jagjit?

Teach him, till he's
a master like you.

Why are you doing this?

Because I want to.

Cinnamon,

you have found a true
friend for Jagjit

to guide him through
the highs and lows

of life in America.

Thank you, spices.

Their desires are now fulfilled.

Whatever, man...

I never got to cook for him.

Turns out he's fallen in
love with someone else.

He told you that?

Yeah.

I can't hate him for it.

I've never seen him so happy.

Please, spices,

give me one night with Doug.

One night for my desires.

Then you have me forever.

Ladyjaan.

You look... different.

Or is it my eye playing?

I have brought
something for you.

Are you feeling better?

Oh, yes.

Hameeda and her brother
have been very kind.

She's been cooking
all day for us

and she's been
keeping me company.

Today will you have some chai?

And you?

Sure.

I'll help her.

Haroun...

I've come to say goodbye.

Where are you going?

I'm returning back home.

What about your store,
Ladyjaan, and your customers?

Is it not right for us to
go back to where we belong?

Not for me, Ladyjaan.

Are you not angry at
what they did to you?

Of course, I'm angry, Ladyjaan.

But I still have both my
eyes and I have such friends.

Haroun,

you have found so much
more than wealth here.

You came for a dream

and found love.

Now,

what did you bring for me?

It's for Hameeda.

Well, actually...

it's for you both... together.

Lotus root.

You put this on her on
the night of your wedding.

It's for a lifetime
of deep loving.

Here it is.

What do you think?

It's uh... It's beautiful.

Is this yours?

Oh, yeah. It's uh...

It's an old bakery, actually.

I just love the idea of
making old things new.

There's something cool about it.

Forgive me, Doug,

but I have to return
to where I belong.

You showed me such love.

Thank you.

But it cannot be.

I do not expect
you to understand.

But there is no other way.

I'm sorry.

I will carry your
love with me forever.

Spices.

I never left you.

I could have lived with you.

And him.

Love cannot be wrong.

But I will leave him,

if it means losing you.

I give my life to you.

Tilo!

Tilo!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I woke up and you were gone.

I read your note.

I crossed the bridge and

just as I got to
the other side...

the quake hit.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yes.

Let's get you out...

Let's get you out of here.

Tilo Mistress,

you have shown your
devotion to the spices.

The spices know

you will never leave them.

Doug,

I'm not leaving.

You're staying with me.

I mean here.

I'm not leaving here.

Tilo, there's nothing left here.

This is my home.

I guess I can

help you rebuild it.

You never told me
what my spice is.

Sesame.

Tilo.