All language subtitles for Bhowani Junction (1956)

I wasn't
expecting that.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. They must have
put me in the wrong compartment.

Not if you're
Colonel Savage.

I'm General Aggaby.

When I heard you were on
your way back to England,

I arranged to have
you travel with me.

That's very kind
of you, sir.

I, uh, didn't realize I'd be
breaking up a leave-taking.

I'm afraid
you're stuck with her.

Hope it isn't
too hot in Calcutta.

Why don't you get a cabin
to yourself on the ship?

I'd have raised
Cain if I'd known.

They're starting.

I've got your address. I'll
write to you. Good-bye, sir.

Think of us sometime.
We'll all Miss you.

Oh, to heck with it!

Good-bye, Victoria.

Everything turned out
the way it had to.

I tried to keep
you safe.

Thank you.

Oh, confound it!

Sit down.

Make yourself
comfortable.

What a very
attractive girl.

Englishwoman?

No, sir.

Indian...

With English blood.

Or English with
Indian blood.

Half-caste,
if you like.

Chee-chee.

The race that never
belonged to either side...

And won't belong anywhere
after we've pulled out.

I'm one of the new boys
they've flown out from H.Q.

To speed up
the British withdrawal.

At the moment, I feel I'll
never understand India,

But I'm willing to learn.

I gather your particular
thorn in the flesh was...

What was the name
of that communist

Who was behind all
the anti-British riots?

The Indian who was blowing
up our troop trains?

Davay.

You manhunt
a local martyr,

And instead of
cutting your throat,

Your men decorate you with
garlands when you pull out.

Doesn't make sense.

But Davay was as much
their enemy as ours, sir.

I see you're not
anti-wog.

I never call
the Indians wogs.

I never hate
in the plural.

When were you detailed
to Bhowani Junction?

Just after the Indian
navy had mutinied,

Excited the whole country to a
fever pitch of patriotic sympathy.

As a result of the Indian congress
party supporting the mutiny,

The government had anticipated
nationwide trouble.

I was detailed to Bhowani
Junction with a battalion of batons

As emergency reserves
for the civil authorities.

Things weren't made any easier
for us by the congress party.

They were afraid the British might
change their minds about leaving.

You remember, we hadn't
specified any exact date,

So they were determined
to speed us on our

way by every peaceful
means at their disposal.

The day I arrived
a local train had been derailed,

And the congress party quite
naturally took advantage of this.

Wherever the crowd was thickest,

You could always see the party men
in their little, white gandhi hats,

Telling the people the best way to create
harmless but well-organized confusion.

The immediate idea of course was to bring
the normal operation of Bhowani Junction

As a railway center to a dead halt
by choking it solid with crowds.

Big crowds.

Passive resistance means strict
observance of law and order, mind you.

But in other parts of town under
the guise of genuine party members,

The communist underground were all
ready to turn genuine passive resistance

Into a blood bath.

What I didn't know until later was that
Davay himself was already in the town,

Popping up in 9 places at once
to add fuel to the flames,

But always keeping two jumps
ahead of the police.

Didn't help to arrest the party
men. They loved going to jail.

Helped to choke
the jails and courts.

Nor did it help that the
congress party's local leader

Was the darnedest mixture of a
really noble patriot and donald duck.

Mr. Surabhai. He had a genius for doing
all the right things all the wrong way.

Ah, excuse, good sir.
I would like to ask you.

When will this most
inefficient railway

Perform its duties
faithfully?

Not now,
surabhai. Not now!

I am asking you, sir.
You see this ticket?

But the poor devil who was
getting it in the neck from all 4 corners

Was the local traffic
superintendent patrick Taylor.

He was an anglo-Indian, and he felt

the passive resistance had
been deliberately rigged

To persecute the anglo-Indians.

Now, that may sound childish to you, but
their bitter sense of belonging nowhere

Makes anglo-Indians
a touchy, high-strung lot.

Doesn't take much to send them
flying off the handle.

Subaltern Victoria Jones was arriving
back home after 4 years on active duty,

And in those days, she was
no exception to the rule.

She had so many chips
on her shoulder,

You only had to cough politely
to send them all flying.

We are only poor natives,
good sir. We are nothing.

Forgive us for it.

I know you
congress fellas!

Derail a train and go on
a passive resistance spree!

Oh, no, good sir,
look at this ticket.

We're waiting for the train. That's all.

I have been watching you
for some time now!

I know you're
their ruddy ringleader!

You get them out of here!
You do as I say!

Get them out of here!
Get them out of here!

Patrick! Patrick!

Vicki, I've been-

Vicki, I've been-

Oh, Miss Jones, on behalf
of my brothers and myself,

Accept our greeting.

Oh, thank you, but I didn't
expect quite such an ovation.

Pleasure, pleasure.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You are sorry? He pushed
me, the haughty fellow.

Let's get out of this mess and go
somewhere where we can be alone.

Mr. Taylor, Mr. Taylor, it's urgent!

A British officer wants
to see you immediately.

I'm not a stooge at the beck and
call of every British officer.

Perhaps you ought to.

I'll teach them
wasting my time.

You watch me!

Aren't you supposed to be the
traffic warden around here?

I'm district traffic
superintendent, yes.

Well, there don't seem to be any
particular arrangements, do there?

What do you expect? A brass band and the
whole of Bhowani district staff on parade?

Listen, I don't want any of that
chee-chee back chat out of you!

That will do!

There don't seem to be
any arrangements, sir.

My name's Savage.
I command the first battalion,

13th frontier
force rifles.

Haven't you got a telegram
from headquarters delhi

Warning you that
my battalion's on its way?

Telegram?
No, sir.

I'd know because
I'm in charge here.

If you're in charge, this
mess is yours. I'll take that.

The advance party of my battalion
are packed like sardines on a train

Down the line in this heat.

I don't propose they shall
suffer for your mistakes.

If anyone suffers
I'll see that it's you.

But, sir,
I don't understand-

Excuse me, sir, I worked in
transportation directorate delhi.

The man who sends out the
telegram is awfully nice,

But sometimes he forgets to send
copies to everyone concerned.

We've had that trouble
before, colonel.

Get this off
as quick as you can.

Let's go to your office.
You'd better come, too.

What are you doing?

Careful now.
You nearly fell.

What's your name?

Jones.

You better walk ahead
of us, subaltern Jones.

I should have got
angry with McDaniel.

Instead I got angry with her.

Kasel, there's a military special on
its way here. Find out where it is.

I know, Mr. Taylor,
I just had a message.

What the devil do you mean "you
know"? Why didn't you tell me?

I was going to-

I am responsible here! You had no
business not to tell me at once!

At once, do you hear?

Finish your
squabble later.

I'm expecting the collector in
a few minutes for a briefing.

Now, listen, my battalion is coming
here for internal security duties,

Particularly
railway protection.

I'll need an office
- uh, kasel, would you please take notes?

I want the use of
your motor trolleys-

Colonel, there are railway regulations
for the use of motor trolleys.

I want a covered wagon to
be used as a mobile canteen.

I'm going to provide platoon
guards on the main line.

But they'll be trouble-

I'll put field
telephones in here for you.

One of you will have to be in
close touch with me at all times

So that my trolley patrols do
not run into unscheduled trains.

Colonel, look here,
I can't-

I'll show them you can't
argue with printed regulations.

You see, colonel,

I'm not authorized to lend you
rolling stock of the railway.

Your job is to get
things done, Mr. Taylor,

Not to find reasons
why they can't be done.

He didn't even
give me a chance.

Swine! Did you see
what he did to me?

Acted as though
I'd led that filthy man on.

We anglo-Indians may
as well cut our throats.

Between the military
and the wogs...

Even the new collector's
a wog called Govindaswami.

Think of it! The lord and
master of this whole district!

A real black-

Oh, Mr. Collector,
the colonel's here.

I'll tell him.

Colonel, I thought
you might like to know-

Mr. Govindaswami.

And this is
George Lanson, colonel.

He's head of civil police
and my right-hand man.

Good. You and I can work
together then, Lanson.

You know Taylor, don't you, sir?
Subaltern Jones, the wack-eyes.

Miss Jones, I know your
father, welcome home.

Thank you, sir.

Well, colonel, I feel a little happier
now your battalion's on its way here.

What you've seen today is typical
of what is happening all over India

With this difference:

We've a man hiding here in Bhowani
who will do everything he can

To turn passive resistance
into bloody revolution.

Does the name Davay
mean anything to you?

Davay? Is that the chap who
went over to the japs in '42?

Then found his way
to soviet central asia.

Two weeks ago suddenly
reappears in Calcutta. Now here.

Apparently has friends.

A brilliant organizer as
well as clever with his hands.

Taylor, may we use
your office?

Certainly, colonel,
I'll get some chairs.

Now, this concerns all of you.
Miss Jones, would you mind?

What about Davay?
What's he up to now?

Getting ready for
the big emergency.

That's when he'll strike.

There's already mutiny
in the Indian navy.

There's danger of a big railway
strike in sympathy.

There was a derailment
here this morning.

That was almost certainly Davay,
a rehearsal for worse to come.

I knew it! Surabhai
and the congress party.

They knew all about
this derailment,

Swarming over the station
and taking advantage.

I told him! I told
surabhai! Didn't I, Victoria?

No, Mr. Taylor, I'm afraid
it isn't as simple as that.

Mr. Surabhai, for all his love of
conspiracy, is a man of peace, a patriot.

Call that patriotic,
choking up a railway?

Mr. Surabhai hates everything
Davay and the communists stand for.

He genuinely believes,
as gandhi does,

That passive resistance will put the
congress party in power peacefully.

But Davay's crowd want to make it
impossible for congress to govern

After the British leave.

But who can rule after, except
congress? Who do they want?

Their masters
and their minds are in moscow.

They want to reduce India to chaos
and anarchy so that they can take over.

But all congress wants,
with all due respect, old chap,

Is to hurry the British as
peacefully as possible out of India.

Nothing personal,
of course.

Far from it. Once you've gone,
we'll Miss you all terribly.

Yes.

I have been called a lackey
of British imperialism. I'm not.

I work for the day when India
will be for the Indians

Because I, too,
shall we say, am a native...

A wog...

But I do not conspire with those who
would end British rule in a bloodbath.

Could we have
a private word, sir?

Oh, yes, sir. In my
office here on the left.

Looks as if they're
breaking up.

Yes, they've let off steam.
Thank goodness.

What will happen tomorrow
or next week, no one knows.

Right
through here.

Thank you.

What's your
full name?

Victoria Jones.

Army number? 746.

Status?

On leave,
pending release.

Miss Jones, you obviously know
the workings of the railways here,

And you know the army.

I'd very much like you back on
active service as liaison between us.

I'm afraid I have
other things to do.

Isn't it about time you condescended
to accept India as your own country?

You might find it
worth protecting.

I spent
the last 4 years-

Forget the last 4 years!
You've got ears, haven't you?

You heard what Mr.
Govindaswami's just been saying.

That will be
all for now.

Let's go.

Well, good-bye.

No need for that.

Blast all the ruddy
military to blazes!

Get on.

Eyes front.

Where's your hat?

I never wear it
unless I have to.

But the sun! You'll get all brown.
It's the hottest time of day.

It's not the sun that
makes us brown, is it?

It was obvious that Taylor
was head over heels in love with her.

I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't
found her very attractive myself.

But I'd seen enough of situations
between officers and anglo-Indian girls.

I decided to keep my feelings to
myself and my mind on the job.

Pater!
Pater, darling!

Pater!

Pater, dear!

My girl.

My very own girl.

Where's mother?

Inside, probably.
Waiting for you.

Mater!

She called her father
pater and her mother mater.

Everything in their own little
world was just secondhand illusion.

It was begged, borrowed, or stolen from
the British society that had made them

And then rejected them
in the same breath.

My baby!

My lovely child!

Here are the soldiers, mother, look.

Isn't that
a lovely sight?

Victoria, there's
that colonel again.

Victoria! Victoria, is that
the colonel you didn't like?

Why, he seems ever such
a fine gentleman to me.

I say, why don't
you ask the colonel

If he'd like to come in after
for a nice glass of beer, eh?

Splendid. You know, Victoria, he'd be
nicer to us then. He'd know who we were.

He's got a pretty
good idea now.

Oh, dear me.

Whatever would
happen to India

If men like the colonel ever
decided to pack up and go home.

I know, pater, but
they're going to leave.

Most people in delhi
say very soon.

They can't leave!

If the British left India, what
would happen to us anglo-Indians?

We'd be finished!

But, patrick, most of the
British I talked to in delhi-

They hardly know there are
such things as anglo-Indians.

We're just a drop in the bucket
to them and to the Indians.

I suppose we must look
jolly small to you

After all that la-di-da
stuff in delhi.

But you're still
one of us, Victoria,

And the sooner you get that
back in your head the better.

Mater, let me
help you with that.

No, you sit down, child
and let me spoil you a bit.

I haven't had a chance as
yet. You've been away so long.

Too long! That's the trouble
with her if you ask me.

Patrick, I only mean...

Sometimes we talk as if the
lord fixed everything in India

So that it can't ever change,
but it is changing,

And the sooner we face it,
the better.

Do you think a ruddy
congress government

Would go on holding jobs open specially
for us on the railway like the British do?

I don't like Colonel Savage
any more than you do,

But if the Indians have their
go, we'll left with nothing.

Our schools, our positions-they'd
take the ruddy lot!

Then let them! At least we'd stand
on our own feet like other people.

Yes, and we may as well throw away
our topis and turn our skins black.

We'll be nobodies!

It isn't just jobs! It's our
social position! It's who you are!

And who are we?
I'll tell you!

Chee-chees!
Blackie-whites!

Victoria!

What are you trying
to do, child? Hurt us?

I'm only trying to make
patrick see the truth,

That when the British go we must
take our fate into our own hands.

If the British go,
I go home with them!

Home? Where is your
home, man? England?

Then you fell in the
black sea on your way here!

Victoria,
stop this!

I used to think
the way you do,

But I've spent 4 years
with Englishmen and Indians.

They know who they are!
We don't!

We can't become English
because we're half-Indian.

We can't become Indian because
we're half-English.

I've discovered it's a
wonderful thing to know

who you are, and that's
what we don't know.

The past is gone,
the present going!

I'm asking you to think, man!
Use your head and think!

Victoria.

Victoria,
let me come in.

Come in, then.

Do you think I'm trying
to run away from you all?

My dear, I'd be running
away from myself, wouldn't I?

I know you think what I
said was wrong, Victoria,

But we have to use our
hearts, not our heads.

It is my heart that makes me
disagree with you, patrick,

As well as my head.

You have no idea
how fresh and free it is

To be English
or to be Indian.

Why must we torture ourselves with ideas

that we're better or
worse than other people?

Why don't we put on dhotis and saris
and marry Indians if we want to?

Could you?

I don't know.

But I could never marry
anyone but you, Victoria,

And I thought you could
never marry anyone but me.

It used to be like that.

You and me, and no one
else for either of us.

I want to marry you,
Victoria.

I want you to want me.

What's wrong, Victoria?

The waac directorate
in delhi.

What does it say?

"leave canceled
owing to emergency.

Report to officer commanding first battalion

He did it.
Colonel Savage.

Straight to the
head of the waci.

I hate him.

What are you
going to do?

I could go sick.

He'd send a doctor.

Yes, he would.

I am in the service.
There is an emergency.

He's got me.

You see, after all, our
fate isn't in our own hands.

I have to do it.

Victoria, what about us?
You and I?

We? Do what we're meant to
do. Run the ruddy railway.

Isn't that what
we were born for, man?

So Victoria Jones reported
for duty in the traffic office.

Mcdaniel operated
from there as well,

And he operated as if his duties
were at the bottom of a sewer.

Miss Jones! Miss Jones!

Here are the timetables
for the colonel.

Oh, thank you, Ranjit.

I see the 10 mail up
is leaving later.

How they love to
watch the soldiers.

But I suppose we all do.

I prefer to watch
the children.

They are the future,
Miss Jones, the new India.

For them life will be
very different,

And it will not be
politics,

But education that
will have shaped them.

That is where I would like
to do my work-education.

Our country will open like a
flower once the British are gone

And India is free.

The 68 up is on time.

You're not too fond of the
British, are you, ranjit?

But you can cope
with them, can't you?

Well, like most Indians, I have
learned to bend a little with the wind.

You know, it
quite bowled me over

Finding someone like you
in a place like this.

Well, you're not being
very friendly, are you?

The same unrest
was breaking out all over India.

At Bhowani the congress party's efforts
were rewarded by a railway strike

In support of
the naval mutineers.

The anglo-Indians tried
to stick to their jobs

But got dragged out
and shaken up for their pains.

Hundreds of miles of vital communications
were paralyzed in as many minutes.

Up north, an ammunition train
was abandoned.

Just far enough out of
reach of our protection

to be nicely in reach
of Davay's looters.

Well, that didn't seem
to worry the congress party.

To them the strike was an occasion
for full-scale celebration.

As long as they kept the strike
going, the British were hamstrung.

So they were going to
keep the strike going or bust.

Good day, sir.

Carry on.

That's why they give wack-eyes
khaki safety-first knickers.

We've had enough
of these jokes, colonel.

Victoria's
under your orders

Because you went behind
her back and pulled strings,

But she doesn't
have to be insulted.

I think the controller will
be glad to see you, colonel.

Looks like trouble, huh?

Appears so, colonel.

Mr. Surabhai and his flock seem to
be determined to stop your train.

He better not try.

There's enough loose dynamite lying
at mauro to blow up half the town.

I don't want to cramp
your style, colonel,

But I'm afraid it's very
much touch and go here,

So keep a tight rein
on your chaps.

Passive resistance, so-called, is
notoriously difficult to deal with.

Ugly customers those, sir. Would
you like me to close the gate?

No, let them in. There's
no law against it.

We're likely to have some bricks
fired at us. Still want to stay?

It's my father who will be
driving that engine through, sir.

Ah, Mr. Collector.

You and your
lieutenant colonel

And all his war dogs
cannot stop us.

So nice to meet you
here, Miss Jones.

We are perfectly legal
in our peaceful protest

Against the slaughtering
of our naval brothers.

Nobody's been slaughtered
yet, Mr. Surabhai.

Those sailors are your naval
brothers as well as mine,

Even though you glory in your post
as lackey of the British imperialists.

We will make protest,
peaceable, nonviolent protest.

A nonviolent Missile,
Mr. Surabhai?

No, no, no, my friends.
Please, no violence.

I beseech you. Let not your
natural feelings get on top of you.

Enough of
this confabulation.

'tis to no purpose. I'm
going out to join my comrades.

Lay down! Lay down!

Mr. Surabhai, this train
is on a Mission of mercy.

There's dynamite lying
unguarded at mauro.

If the wrong people get
their hands on it,

They can turn this thing
into a blood bath.

British lies
to deceive the people!

Lies!

Lies! Lies!

No, my friends.
No violence, please.

I am warning you all
to disperse.

In one minute the military will
open fire and clear the platform.

Murderers. Murderers.

What do you want to
do about these people?

I don't honestly know.
I don't want them hurt.

Mr. Jones, get your engine
all ready to start.

Yes, colonel,
I'm ready now.

Colonel Savage!

Please don't
let him do it, sir!

Mr. Surabhai
won't get up!

Why do you think
he won't get up?

Because he believes he's
right, because he's brave.

I think
she's right, sir.

Mr. Surabhai's always
wanted to be a martyr.

Miss Jones, I expect
I'm as good a judge

Of Mr. Surabhai's character as
you are. Mind your own business!

Will you get your people off the track?
Because I'm going to move my train.

Then you will move it over
the bodies of dead Indians.

Mr. Surabhai, are you
a high-caste hindu?

Yes, but all castes are like
one in the fight for freedom.

Good.

You're all of you going to be used
as a sewer by these untouchables.

What did you say?
What are you going to do?

Oh, you beastly,
horrible...

I give you 5 seconds, or prepare
yourself for 5 months' purification.

One...

Two...

3...

4...

5!

I suppose the heart of
Victoria Jones that was Indian

Was revolted at the degradation
of surabhai at British hands.

I hate the lot
of you sometimes.

I'll take my white face
out of here.

We'll be gone
for good soon enough.

Yes, run away. Surabhai
makes me very bad-tempered.

He's the stuff
heroes are made of.

Look here, don't go wandering
around the city tonight.

Have you heard
something already?

No, but I'm an Indian.
There will be repercussions.

Take my word-it won't be
safe for white faces.

By heaven I wish
we could catch Davay.

You don't look well,
Miss Jones.

You're a cruel bully.

The path of duty is the way to
glory. I'll drive you home now.

Mr. Taylor
will take me home.

Yes, certainly, I will.

Ha ha ha!
Oh, that's good!

That's Colonel Savage's
idea, eh?

Oh, oh, I'll never
think badly of him again.

That's priceless! Ha ha!

Don't you think
it's funny?

That will make them
look foolish, I'll bet!

Can't you understand
anything?

Can't you understand
how they feel or me?

I came back from delhi
ready to love you,

And I found you were all the
things I don't want to be.

When I'm happy,
you spoil it.

When I'm in trouble,
you don't notice.

When I want you to do
something, you won't do it.

When I ask you not
to do something- but!

Don't but me,
you fool!

You're a snob,
and you're self-satisfied!

And you're-you're
a ruddy chee-chee!

And you make me behave
like a chee-chee, too!

Now, go away! I don't ever want
to see you again except on duty.

It was awful.

Ranjit...

Please forgive...
I hated it.

We've learned to turn
away from such things.

But you in the kindness
of your heart were hurt.

That is why I'm sorry.

Hello, Baker.
Send your message. Over.

Hello, Baker. Sun Ray
speaking. Fetch liaise officer. Over.

Colonel Savage.

Hello, baker. Liaise
officer on set, over.

Hello, Baker. The wires are
down, and I can't reach Govindaswami.

Tell him that the dynamite was stolen
before the rescue train got to mauro.

Ask him to meet me at the hindu
temple. Fire and looting. Over.

Hello, baker.
Wilco. Out.

Mr. Govindaswami,
please.

So Colonel Savage
lost after all.

We were expecting riots,
and we got them...

With a vengeance.

Davay's henchmen
did a thorough job

Of rousing up the lawless
element that exists in every town

And setting them loose among the

demonstrators until the
whole place ran amok.

They persecuted whoever
they felt like persecuting,

Played up old religious
differences, looted,

Plundered the shops,

Ruined the merchants by setting
fire to their freshly dyed silks

Where they were
hanging up to dry.

Hello, baker.
Wilco, over.

Hello, Baker.
Close down now. Out.

Please let me see you to
your house, Miss Jones.

There's no need
for that.

I would not like you
to go alone.

If you wait until the troop train
comes through, I'll go with you.

I'll walk down there.
At night it's patrolled.

You don't think of me as
an Indian, do you, ranjit?

No, Miss Jones.
As a european.

I feel as if I've come to the
point where I don't belong anywhere.

Good night.

Oh, there we are.

Well, stop trembling. Your uncle
graham isn't going to hurt you.

You know, it's
a good job I saw you.

Now, for heaven sake,
Victoria, if anyone says halt,

Stop and say chaka-
it's tonight's password.

Oh, chaka. Fine, well,
I'll go on from here.

Wait. Colonel Savage would chew me
to pieces if anything happened to you.

I say, he's not turning
sweet on you himself, is he?

There's no need for you to
come any further. Good night.

Halt! Who go there?

Chaka.

proceed.

Almost out of the woods. There
you are. You're nearly home.

Yes, I know.
Thank you.

Well, aren't you going
to thank me properly?

Thank you very much,
captain McDaniel.

Come on.
Thank me like this.

Come on!
Stop struggling!

Put that down,
Miss Jones.

Come quickly. Come!

Who did she kill,
my son?

I didn't kill
anybody.

I didn't. I didn't.

I didn't. I didn't.

Look, girl.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Now, who has
she killed, son?

A British officer.
Captain McDaniel.

In the yards.
He deserved it.

Is he still there? Do you
think he's been discovered yet?

I don't think so.

He tried to rape me.

Ah. Son,
call our friend.

But, mother, do you
think that's wise?

I mean, to tell
anybody else?

Yes, I must tell the collector.
I must tell Mr. Lanson right away.

And what will they think when
they know you came straight here?

And who do you think they
will put the guilt on?

My son.

He has tried to help you.
Now he is in this with you.

Now, hurry and fetch
our friend.

Now take all
these clothes off.

Be quick.

Here.

Mari!

Soap, water, basin,
and that stain remover.

You know what
has happened?

Yes. I'll go at once. I'll be
back in half an hour at the most.

What are you going to
do? I must tell someone.

They'll say you led
the Englishman on.

They will say anything to protect his

reputation, the army's
reputation, not yours.

Our friend will arrange it so they
will never find out who did it.

Sit down, girls.
Sit down.

Son, bring a chair
for her here.

You don't seem to realize
I killed somebody.

You killed an Englishman,
an army officer.

That's not a person.
That's an animal.

Give her a drink, son.

Why should you support
the British law?

You're half Indian,
aren't you?

He tried before.
It was awful.

Quiet, girl.

My charge, you've done
a great thing.

Today you are heroine
of the new India.

I seldom drink,
but I drink to you now.

Go and see if anybody's
watching this house.

I must-

You must!

Have you ever met an Englishman
that didn't insult you?

Haven't your own people
worked for them for 100 years?

And how are they
going to reward you?

They're going to
leave you here with us.

What do you think we are
going to do with anglo-Indians?

We're going to make you
realize that you are Indians.

Inferior Indians.

Possibly disloyal Indians because
you spent the last 100 years

Licking England's boots and
kicking us with your own boots.

I saw what the soldiers did
to our people at the station.

I saw you.
You didn't look happy.

Why don't you see that you
are an Indian and act like one?

Here.

Put this on until
your clothes are dry.

Our friend will
be back very soon.

Ah, no wonder my son
is in love with you...

And you are just
the woman for him.

But I never thought
of him in that way.

Any man
will do for you.

Well, do not be angry.
I mean, you need a man.

You are quite old,
you know.

Ha ha ha!

My son is a good boy, but
he needs a woman of purpose.

He talks of returning
to the sikh religion.

Foolish! You are
stronger than he is.

You can make of him
whatever you wish.

But I think he's
very nice the way he is.

Here. Look.

India is your home,
my child.

The dawn
is breaking now.

Our dawn, our sun,
our freedom.

We will stand by
whatever you do always.

Trust us.

Well?

They're gone.

Keep the sari, my child.
Wear it proudly.

Tomorrow my son
will invite you for a visit.

You must come. Some
interesting people may call,

And I want to
see you again.

And remember, nobody but us should know
that our friend ghanshyam is staying here.

Why mustn't I mention
ghanshyam? Who is he?

A gentleman
from western India.

My mother's devoted to him. She
doesn't want him implicated in this.

I brought the body into the city and buried
it where it won't be found for several days.

But the sentry that
challenged them? And me?

Don't worry.
He's a friend.

I saw him on the way back.
He won't say anything.

Now, we must get
our stories straight.

You left captain McDaniel by
a signal box outside your home.

You said good night...

The next thing we all knew, Victoria
and Ranjit were appearing together publicly.

In case one or two of us
were a bit slow on the uptake,

The wardrobe was thrown in as an
unmistakable gesture of defiance.

Victoria, I shall never
get over seeing you

Just take out a cigarette and smoke it.

In a sari, you mean.

Yes. All the ordinary Indian
ladies will have a fit.

What about
your mother?

Oh, she won't mind.
She's not ordinary.

There is Mr. Taylor.
Do you think it wise?

Come on. If I have
to hide now,

I might as well
give up altogether.

Lemonade, please.
Same for you, ranjit?

What are
you doing here?

Seeing a picture
with ranjit.

You came here
with kasel?

Oh, patrick,
you clumsy-

Oh, colonel, jolly
good idea that of yours-

You know, what your men did to
those wogs lying on the railway line.

Would you mind not trying to drag
me into your mating squabbles?

It's like that, eh? All
open and above board.

The lady left-oww!

Ranjit, would you find a table
for us and hold it, please?

Why don't you go
to the wog cinema?

That's where you
belong, isn't it?

Holding hands and throwing betel
nuts with your black boyfriend?

Don't you say that about
ranjit! To me or anybody else!

Then keep him out of here!
This is for europeans!

I'll see this picture with ranjit
and anything else I ruddy well please!

Do you see? Now,
you go home and sober up!

And learn to
behave yourself!

Vic-Victoria,
I wasn't going to hit you.

Vicki, this is
an awful way for us to be.

Why don't you marry me? I only
get drunk because I'm so miserable.

Marry you and sit in the house
all day with a topi on my head

Because somebody might
think I'm an Indian? Not me!

Are you having love
troubles, Miss Jones?

It's none of
your business, sir.

If you started wearing these winding
sheets in order to shake off Taylor,

You're much cleverer than you have a
right to be with your other armament.

If you're doing it because
you're interested in ranjit kasel,

Well, that's a horse of a
different color... Miss starkey.

Why did he call you
Miss starkey?

To hurt.

I don't always
understand Colonel Savage.

I wish I didn't always
understand him.

But I want to be able to share
these things with you, Victoria.

Then listen. There was a
young lady named starkey,

Who got herself
hitched to a darky.

The result of her sins
was an eightsome of twins,

Two black, two white,
and 4 khaki.

Ohh! Ha ha!

Good evening,
Miss Jones.

I'm sorry to butt in,
but may I?

You're changing worlds,
I see. Meeting new friends.

I wonder if
you can help me.

Perhaps you've seen
this man here in Bhowani...

Or anyone like him.

Now, take a good look.

No, I've never
seen this man.

Ranjit, you get around town a good
deal. Have you ever seen this man?

No, I haven't.

Who is he?

Davay.
Taken 8 years ago.

We've reason to believe that it was
he who stole the dynamite at mauro.

Good night.

Miss Jones, may I have
a word with you, please?

Alone.

It's about McDaniel.

How can I help?

He's still Missing,
you know.

When he left you at the signal post,
did he tell you where he was going?

He just said good night,
and I left.

But I've told you
that before.

Well, after all, you are
the last person who saw him,

As far as we know.

Now, when he said
good night to you,

Did he try to kiss you?
Did you kiss him? Anything?

I'm really sorry about this, but
I've a good reason for asking.

It seems that McDaniel had been
telling his friends around here

That he was
very fond of you.

He even indicated that
you returned this feeling.

Well, what I'm getting at is
that if you did in fact like him-

I did not like him,
Mr. Lanson!

He made advances
to me once-

He did?

I didn't encourage him
then or any other time.

But you let him
accompany you home.

It was the night
of the riot, and I-

Lanson!

You should know better than to question
an officer serving with my regiment

Without first asking
my perMission.

Well, if you'd
been here-

I heard the last part
of what you were saying-

Miss Jones so obviously
disliked McDaniel

That I ordered him never to
be alone with her anywhere.

Very well, Miss Jones.

May I remind you that I've got my
duties just the same as you have yours?

I'm still looking for that sentry of yours
who disappeared the same time as McDaniel,

And there's no trace!

That sari suits you.
I cannot tell you how much.

Why do you
think I wear it?

All the criticism
only made her more stubborn.

She put up a carefree front,

But behind it she was desperately
anxious to persuade herself

That her liking and respect for
ranjit would turn to love...

Once she had entered his world
and learned to become an Indian.

That music!
What is it, ranjit?

It is a love song.

It is quite
well known.

Everything's
new to me.

I have an awful
lot to learn.

About music?

Yes, that...

And everything.

Miss Jones-

For heaven's sake,
ranjit.

Call me Victoria.

I admire you...
Victoria.

And I am honorably
in love with you.

I wanted you to have
time to know me better,

But my mother told me to hurry
or you would marry somebody else-

She said that if I did not make
up your mind for you, she would.

I won't hurry, not even for your mother,

And anyway, I'd rather you asked me.

But I would not know
how to ask you.

Very well, then,
I'll ask you.

When the time comes.

I'm sorry,
Victoria...

I too have much to learn
about your ways.

The day after tomorrow, I
am going to the sikh temple

To be received back in my religion.

You mean you would
want me to become a sikh

If we get married.

I would,
Victoria.

You would have to
have another name then,

Victoria is not a proper
name for an Indian.

No, it isn't...

But Victoria
is my name.

Would I have to
live here with your mother?

Of course.

Otherwise, they would
say I threw her out.

You know, ranjit,

I think it's time you
broke away from your mother.

Yes, I suppose
it is.

You will come
with me?

I will, if that's
the way it must be.

This is
our holy book.

You will need it
for the service.

Read it.

Well, the strike ended,
and the railway was back to normal.

To an uninitiated eye,
order was successfully restored,

And the situation
was in hand at last.

To us, it was simply a question of
when and where Davay would strike again.

Will you get those
stretchers over here?

Hurry up. Someone's
dying over here.

It's no good.
He's dead.

Don't dally!

Can't be here all day!
I've got other things to do!

Sergeant, get your boys who aren't
injured to work as stretcher bearers.

Colonel!

Colonel,
we found this.

Aha! Just what
I thought...

F.I.D. Wire,
mark 4 detonator caps-

All army ordinance, the same as
the stuff that was taken at mari.

Once Davay got
his hands on it,

This was a
foregone conclusion.

It wouldn't have been,
if we'd caught him first.

Swing it round more!
Watch your heads on the roof!

Please, sir,
this way, please!

Heroic white sari
suits you.

Doesn't go what
I brought you here for.

The duty officer didn't give
me time to get into uniform.

Why did you force me
to come here?

Find the O.C. Troops. Ask him if he's
got any medical personnel on the train.

If he's got them, take
them down to the R.A.P.

You go with them
or report to the M.O.

Where the devil do
you think you're going?

Why did you
force me to come here?

So that you could see what
dynamite does to the human body-

The dynamite that
was stolen at mari.

I didn't do this!

Well, they didn't
do it, either!

Now go help the poor
beggars who are dying!

Here, you! Wash down this woman!

What are you
waiting for?

Take her over there,
can't you?

Swab her down,
I said!

Take it away!

Get the hose this way!

Here, take these across to
that first-aid wagon over there.

Do whatever
he tells you.

Metha...

Did you have
a hand in this?

I'm only helping...

And watching the death
agony of the British empire.

It isn't just
British soldiers,

It's our own
people, too!

You cannot make omelet
without breaking eggs.

Your mother will
tell you that.

Patrick, let me
wash that cut.

I don't want
your hands on me.

Ranjit... Do you think
Ghanshyam is Davay?

I'm not sure.
I hate to believe it,

But I'm beginning
to think he might be.

What if he is?

Ghanshyam buried
the body at great risk.

If we give him away, he'll tell
the truth about you and McDaniel.

But if he is Davay
and did this...

What are we going
to do?

If there's any doubt,
I cannot do anything.

They'll arrest
my mother.

She's fought the British for 26 years.

She's been in jail
many times.

I can't send her
to prison again.

Get going!

Don't tell me you're
still on your own two feet.

There's hope for you yet.

Afternoon.

Hello, Mr. Lanson.

If you wanted to see
Colonel Savage, I'm afraid-

No, thank you.

It's you
I want to talk to.

Captain McDaniel's body was
found early this morning,

In a dung heap
in the city.

Had a notice
hung round the neck:

"Quit India."

The head was battered in and
other mutilations carried out.

You're surprised,
why?

I was just thinking,
how horrible.

When was he killed?

Oh, we know when he
was killed, Miss Jones.

To the hour,
nearly to the minute.

But I'm afraid
that's not quite all.

You will remember that the sentry
who was on duty in the yards

The night of McDaniel's murder
has been Missing as well?

We found his body
at the same time.

The throat was cut.

He'd been murdered at
the same time as McDaniel,

An hour later
at the most...

And since both bodies were
found at the same place,

We're assuming that
whoever disposed of McDaniel

Killed the sentry
as well.

You're still certain
that you've never met

The stranger in this town who is Davay

But calls himself
ghanshyam?

All right,
Miss Jones...

That's all I
want to find out.

I'm afraid
in a day or so

I may have to ask you

To come down
to my headquarters.

I do hope
for your own good

That you're not trying
to shield anyone.

I beg to be received
back into the true faith,

And I want her
to become a sikh.

Do you agree?

Yes.

May you be blessed
in the name of the lord.

What are you
trying to do, child, hurt us?

Why don't you see that
you are an Indian and act like one?

Why don't you go
to the wog cinema?

That's where
you belong, isn't it?

Holding hands and chewing betel
nut with your black boyfriend?

We can't become
English because we're half Indian,

We can't become Indian
because we're half English.

What are you trying
to do, child? Hurt us?

I don't belong anywhere.

I don't belong anywhere!

I don't belong anywhere.

I admire you, Victoria,

And I am honorably
in love with you.

I wanted you to have time to know
me, but my mother told me to hurry

Or you would marry
somebody else.

She told me that if I did not make
up your mind for you, she would...

I too, shall we say,
am related.

A wog!

But I do not conspire with those
who would end British rule in a bloodbath.

I brought the body
into the city and buried it

Where it won't be found
for several days...

several days.

Captain McDaniel's body was found earlier
this morning, in a dung heap in the city...

The head was battered in and
other mutilations carried out.

You don't seem
to realize I killed somebody.

You killed an
Englishman, an army officer.

That's not a person-
that's an animal.

The sentry
who was on duty in the yards?

We found his body
at the same time.

The throat was cut.

I didn't do this!

They didn't do it,
either!

Go and help the poor beggars
who are dying.

By heaven, I wish we
could catch Davay!

Ghanshyam is Davay...
Ghanshyam is Davay...

You're not trying
to shield anyone.

You killed
an Englishman, an army officer.

That's not a person-
that's an animal.

Ghanshyam is Davay...

Whoever disposed of
McDaniel killed the sentry as well.

His throat was cut.

That's a horse of
a different color...

You don't seem
to realize I killed somebody...

You killed
an Englishman, an army officer.

That's not a person-
that's an animal.

I must tell someone.

I must tell someone!
I must tell someone!

It was clear to Victoria that in
trying to run away from her conscience...

She had only run into disaster.

She couldn't run away
from her conscience.

The only one she could turn to
was her father.

She had enough sense
left to remember that

he was taking the
afternoon local to gandwara.

Pater... Pater...

Still glad to see me.
That's good, anyhow.

What is
your name now?

Victoria Jones.

I was frightened.

Oh...

I must get away
from here.

I could visit the macintires in gandwara

For a few days.

I want to be
with you.

Let me come with you
in your cab.

I wish you could,
but I should lose my job.

Good afternoon, Mr. Jones...

Hello, sir.

Miss Jones.

How have they
been treating you

Since you ran that
train through for me?

It's been rather
difficult, sir.

But then, all the anglo-Indians
been having a bad time.

Yes, I know.

See if I can't lay my hands
on another rifle company.

Oh, that's good, sir.

Sir?

My girl here's been asking to go
to gandwara with me in the cab.

If you were to order her
to go on military duty,

No one to say no, eh?

You want to go
to gandwara?

Well, consider yourself so ordered.

You didn't have time
to change in uniform.

But as soon as
Bhowani Junction lay behind her,

She was up against
the same problem:

Her guilt was still with her.

The heat in the cab
was 130 on the flats

And 167 inside mene tunnel.

It knocked the last of the fight
out of her.

I must hurry, I've got to
take the local back to Bhowani,

And you better go get yourself
a seat, the train's packed.

Can't tell you how
pleased I am about...

That other thing.

It would have been
all wrong.

You found it out
for yourself, didn't you?

Can't you find
a place?

Come in here.

I couldn't
do that, sir.

You can
hardly stand.

There's a compartment I can use,

Come on, get in.

Hey.

Go in there
and take a wash,

Make you
feel better.

Towel's a bit wet.

Well, you still look as if
you've been under a steamroller,

But you're clean
at any rate.

Say when.

When, sir.

When are you going to
stop playing fast and loose

With your wack-eye
comMission?

I don't know
what you mean, sir.

Stop calling me sir.

You're not a chambermaid, are you?

Answer a question
honestly.

I suppose I can't call you a
traitor to your king and country

Because you'll flourish
that beautiful new sari

And tell me that king
george is not your king

And this is not
his country.

I haven't been
a traitor. I...

What's the use?

I didn't know what to do.

I was sick of being
a half-breed,

I wanted to belong
somewhere... So I...

Tried to become
an Indian.

I found I couldn't
change myself.

Everything went wrong.

Murder is wrong.

It wasn't murder.

They died. Somebody killed them.

Who died?
What do you mean?

Those people at the
train wreck at bothoda.

You saw some of them die, didn't you?

That's why I made you come up there.

I knew you'd been lying about
Davay. I've always known.

You know something
about him.

But I killed
captain McDaniel.

Tell me.

I killed McDaniel
in the yards...

There was a train passing,
and it puffed steam over us.

He was trying
to rape me.

He was a maniac, choking me
to death, so I killed him.

But you led him on.

I didn't!

Yes, you did,
I saw you.

The day we arrived on
the station stairway,

You backed yourself
into him.

I didn't!

He put his hands on me,
that's what happened!

He was always
doing that,

But I never complained, because I knew
you'd think I should do what he wanted,

Because
I'm a chee-chee!

I killed him with
a piece of steel

Because he was
trying to kill me!

Govindaswami was sure you'd done it.

Why didn't
Govindaswami arrest me?

Because he knew you'd
find out for yourself

That the sadani and Davay
weren't the best friends

You or even ranjit
could have.

When that happened, you could help him
- a lot.

I didn't know the man at
the sadani's house was Davay.

He called himself
Ghanshyam.

It was he who
buried McDaniel.

I couldn't help thinking McDaniel
got what was coming to him.

But when that innocent sentry
was murdered by Davay, I...

I felt I'd done it.

I tried to bury my guilt
by becoming a sikh,

But Davay made it worse.

May I have a drink, sir?

You're half-drunk already.
You sure you want another?

Yes, please.

And a cigarette.

Even a cigarette
tastes better...

Now that it's all out.

Well, tomorrow
is another day.

Morning. You managed
to get a few hours' rest.

Why I had to tell you
of all people...

I need to have
my head examined.

I presume you remember
everything you said?

Yes.

Do you want to
retract any of it?

What use would
that be now?

Who is that for?

You.

Why, because it works
as a lie detector?

No, because it's the hair
of the dog that bit you.

What will the charge be, murder?

Last night you told me
it was self-defense.

Last night I expected you to believe me.

I did.

Would you sooner
I didn't?

It's just...

I didn't expect it,
that's all.

You'll have to make a clean breast
of everything, you realize that?

You won't be able to
shield the sadani or ranjit.

I didn't mention ranjit
last night, or his mother.

Well, they didn't
kill McDaniel.

You didn't kill
the sentry.

If you tell the truth, I'll
stand by you all the way.

You're not McDaniel's
first victim, you know.

He used to make a specialty of
anglo-Indian girls who couldn't fight back.

Why should you
stand by me?

You're not
an Anglo-Indian.

You're an officer
under my command.

Sir?

Mmm?

I...

All these weeks
I've known you,

This is the first time
I've realized

There's a human being
inside you somewhere.

Oh, he's still there,
is he? Good.

Then there's hope
for us all.

The complication
in the case against Victoria

Was the tie-up with Davay
and his communist fifth column.

If the finding of the court of
inquiry went against Victoria,

She would go before
a general court-martial.

I threw an emergency cordon
around the town

To keep Davay from escaping
before we could hunt him down...

And then Govindaswami arrested
the sadani.

You see, even those misguided
fools out there are on my side-

And what does
my enlightened son do?

He sits at home and broods
about his girl and his religion

While his mother
goes to jail.

As long as
you shield Davay,

I can never take your
side. I'm sorry, mother.

Ah! Weakling!

It is this girl who
has informed against us.

She is a jackal, like
the rest of her breed,

A lackey of
the British...

But she shall
pay for it.

Mother, if you harm her,
you will never see me again.

For Victoria, it was an
exhausting and nerve-racking business,

But the court of inquiry concluded
its work, and a finding was reached.

You're a free woman again,
subaltern Jones.

Open-and-shut case
of self-defense.

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

Now, now,
don't spoil it all.

After standing up to it this far in
the best stiff-upper-lip tradition?

I'm just...
Unwinding.

Well, come and unwind
over a whisky and soda.

I'll unwind with you.

May I have perMission to thank you, sir?

PerMission granted.

Well, perMission
granted indefinitely.

Let's go and get
the drink.

Oh, sahib, you have come
to the wrong place,

This is restaurant hindu, nonvegetarian.

That's right, now we are
hindu and nonvegetarian,

And we're hungry, and
we want wine to drink to

The early departure
of the British.

Ha ha ha!
Yes, sahib.

I don't understand
his dialect.

He says that
mrs. Sahib Jones

Should marry
the colonel.

Oh, well, I...

He says you must: You make his heart big

And you give him
many heroic sons.

You going to give me
many heroic sons?

Look.

"to the memory of joanna,

"beloved wife of
captain rodney Savage,

"13th rifle wing
of native infantry...

Died on the 10th
of may, 1857."

Rodney, I didn't know.

My great-grandmother.

Killed in the mutiny.

So you see, in a way, I'm as
much a part of India as you are...

Up till now, anyway.

What do you mean?

I have to report to camberley
when this shindig's over.

It's like going back to school
again, except with any luck

I should come out the other
side a full-blown general.

Camberley... In England?

Yes.

You had any... Particular
hankering to see England?

Yes, once.

Oh, who's the young lady
in the oversized chapeau?

That's Dunphy's
little girl.

And that's
her father's train.

When I was her age, I used to wait
just there for pater to come by,

And I'd pretend that I was on
that train on my way to Calcutta...

And then on a great
ocean liner to England.

As I drew near, the entire
population of the British isles

Would line up on the white cliffs
of dover to welcome me back home,

And the king and queen would come on
board in person to escort me ashore.

That's more than
they do for me.

And then one grows up.

What I'm trying
to tell you is that...

It would be very easy for
me to try to escape again,

Into your world this time.

And only children
can escape from reality.

I'm trying to learn
to face up to it.

To reality? Do you
want to know something?

The only people
who face reality

Are the ones who are too dumb
to duck when they see it coming.

I mean, let's enjoy ourselves
and be happy for a while.

If that's the way
you want it.

Is that the silence
of criticism or content?

I'm trying to remember
the exact section

Of the army act
we've just broken.

Oh, why bother. Between
us, we've broken the lot.

Oh, no, not all of them.

Well, if you can think of any
others, you just let me know.

We might as well be
hanged for sheep as a lamb.

Miss Jones?

Wake up, please,
Miss Jones.

Do not make any noise,
please, Miss Jones.

Now, listen carefully.

I'm indifferent to whether you
live or die, Miss Jones, personally.

There are causes which cannot be
counted in terms of life or death.

My cause, for example.

If you please,
do as I tell you.

Get dressed...
As quickly as possible.

You'll wear this one,
Miss Jones.

Your Colonel Savage is
a most efficient officer.

There are military patrols
surrounding the city.

Since it was you
who told him who I was,

I've chosen you
to help me escape.

You'll do as I tell you.

Come here.

Do as I say, Miss Jones. He knows you.

He'll stop
in spite of regulations.

I'll be concealed
but right behind you.

Victoria, I thought it
was you. What's the matter?

I thought pater was
driving this train. I-

Dungood's train?
You should know better.

Oh, I'm sorry, ted.

Bhowani? Yeah.

That train,
is number 6 down?

What was
it stopping for?

It was stopped at the
back of the Jones house.

I saw a woman
in a red dress.

She talked to Dunphy.
I couldn't see it.

There was
a man with her.

Well, she must have
got on the train.

Lie down.

No, here.

If the train is searched,

Do not move or make
any kind of sound.

I- I can't breathe.

You can as long as
you keep quiet.

Savage? Savage!

Savage!

Is she here?
I've got to know!

If she was,
do you think I'd tell you?

You'll have to take
my word for it, Taylor.

Now clear off.

I see. Then I-

I'm in love with her,
too, you know.

I know you are.

I'm glad she's safe.

Wait a minute.
What did you come here for?

A wild-goose chase.

A girl in a red dress was seen
with a man getting on a train...

Train?
What train, blast you?

It happened
behind her house.

Victoria
has a red dress.

We can head them off
at the dover checkpoint.

It's too late.
Further on...

We'll Miss them there.

I'll phone and have
a platoon ready to move.

Won't be a minute.

Now, be very still.

They will slow
up for the mene tunnel.

If we're quick,
we can head them off.

We should be seeing it
soon now, colonel.

Be thankful that
I'm only gagging you

Instead of killing you,
Miss Jones.

By the time
they find you,

Indian history
will have been changed.

You'll remember
this day forever.

Quick! Before it goes
in the mene tunnel.

We'll get it
the other end.

Dunphy! Dunphy!

Stop, I tell you!

What is wrong?

This one's open,
colonel. Quick!

Victoria!
Victoria?

Vicki!

Victoria!

Victoria?

Patrick,
she's here.

It's all right,
darling.

It's all right.

Davay. Davay!

Yes, where'd he go?
Where-

It must have been the
mene tunnel. It slowed.

He had explosives!

Quick, colonel! The afternoon special...

Due here
in 20 minutes.

Can you manage?

Dunphy,
full speed ahead!

Hold the troop special
until further notice.

There may be dynamite under
the track in the mene tunnel.

Go ahead.
Get going.

Back to the truck.

Mushim, drop 4 men off at
the near end to the tunnel.

They're to shoot anyone
coming out on sight.

The rest of you follow
me to the far entrance.

Cover us.

Hey.

I'm not lucky, colonel. If I go
with you, you'll not catch him.

Well, I am lucky.
Come on.

Put that light out!

But the train-

Don't be a fool.
The troop train's safe.

But there's a passenger
special due in 4 minutes.

Let go of me.

I'm the railway man here.

Put that torch out!

Dynamite.
Dynamite!

Are you badly hurt?
Where'd he get you?

Dynamite!

The special-
I heard a whistle.

Come on.
Come quick.

Let's get you
off the rail.

That's right.
That's right.

Come on.

Oh!

I'll flag
the train down.

They're sure to have
a doctor aboard.

I hope he's
an undertaker, too.

Oh, don't be a fool.
You're not gonna die.

Yes, I am.

A rather silly place
to die.

Oh, Savage...

Tell Victoria...

One thing I
didn't bungle was-

Yes, I will.

Gandhi.

Now I knew why Davay had risked
everything to wreck that train.

For a few minutes, the
destruction of the whole of India

Had been in
his own two hands.

"You will report
senior officers course

Staff College Camberley
immediately on arrival in England."

Aren't you glad
we never let ourselves

Forget that this
would arrive one day?

And now it's here.

Will you miss me?

More than I'll
ever miss anyone.

Then that's
the only reality.

And you were never going to run
away from reality again, remember?

That's not fair.

Victoria...

Come to England
with me as my wife.

I...

I can't.

Because you're afraid?

The English aren't going
to eat you alive, you know.

It's not because
I'm afraid.

It's because
I don't belong there,

Not even as your wife.

I belong here, not as a phony
Indian, not as a phony white,

But as myself.
You know it.

It's about time the lord
started making all human beings

The same on the outside as
well as the same on the inside.

We'd only change it back again
the moment his back was turned.

Wish I could
quarrel with that.

Oh, darling...

Victoria, marry me.

Don't be a fool.
Marry me.

No, no...

It wouldn't work.

It wouldn't work.

Supposing I were to get out
of the army and come back here.

Would you still refuse
to marry me?

Just for my sake?
I wouldn't let you.

Where else do I belong?

The only roots I have
are wherever you are.

Supposing I was to get out of the
army and come back here for good.

Would you
marry me then?

Oh, darling...

I'd even buy the ring.

Are you still of the
same mind? Retirement?

I'm just counting
the days, sir.

It'll mean a long wait,
unless...

I might be able to
pull a string or two

And get you
moved up on the list.

Is that possible?

I'd say it was
the least I could do.