All language subtitles for Heat and Dust EN

- Mr. Rivers.
- Oh good morning Matron.

- Good morning.
- How is your patient?

- Dr. Saunders would
like a word with you.

- Is something wrong?

- The doctor's
waiting in his office.

- Ah Rivers good morning,
I've been waiting for you.

- How is my wife?

- Your wife is no
longer in the hospital.

Your wife has left our
charge, she's disappeared.

When the sister went in
this morning she was gone.

- Are you trying to tell me
that she went home by herself,

in her state?

- I'm trying to tell you Rivers

that she left of her own accord.

We don't know when,
we don't know where.

I knew she was rotten from
the first day I saw her.

- Raman?

Raman?

Raman!

Gopi?

Abraham?

Gopi?

Olivia?

Olivia?

Olivia.

Olivia.

- Douglas was married again
soon after the divorce

and to someone far more
suitable than Olivia.

Produced a whole lot of little
empire builders I believe.

That was the
trouble with Olivia,

he kept telling her she wasn't
enough of an empire builder,

she wasn't a proper memsahib.

You don't look like one either,

not that they
breed them anymore.

I say is this thing still on?

- Oh no, the tape's run out.

Yes, I supposed now days
you just go out there

to follow some
guru or something.

- Is that what you are doing?

- No of course
not, of course not.

- See she was
outraging two conventions,

those of her own people
and those of the Indians,

whose conventions are if
anything, even stronger.

And of course you
can't do anything-

- Thanks awfully Harry, you've
been absolutely wonderful.

- God knows what
indiscretions I committed,

what beans I've spilt.

If it matters a hoot anymore.

- Oh, look, this is you.

- You've kept all
those letter Olivia wrote

to Marcia have you?

- Yes of course.

- You know you don't
look like Marcia used to,

not one bit.

No, I suppose
women have changed,

it's not like it was.

Your grandmother
carrying on in Paris.

Olivia in India.

My goodness but
they were romantic,

all for love and
that sort of thing.

You've got better things
to do now I daresay hmm?

- Oh,

I don't know.

- What?

Speak up.
- Well.

- The same, you'd better
be careful out there.

I hope you've had all those
injections one has to have.

I wouldn't like to see you
going to Satipur without them

or to Khatm.

Anne always remember, every
old India hand will tell you

the same thing, no
water ever anywhere,

that's golden rule number one,

and no uncooked foods,
no fruit, no salads,

golden rule number two.

- I always wanted to research,

search out what
happened to Olivia.

She was my grandmother
Marcia's sister

and wrote long revealing letters

which my grandmother gave
to my mother and she to me.

But now I'm getting involved
not only in Olivia's life

but in others, like the
family I board with.

Namaste.

And sometimes the two are
difficult to reconcile.

- We're beginning to
look slightly civilized.

Mrs. Crawford the
collector's wife,

the Burra Memsahib,

came to inspect me
in my nest today.

I don't think she thinks
much of me or the nest,

but she's very tactful.

She told me she knows
how difficult the first year always is

and if there was
any little thing

she could possibly do
to ease things for me

well I must just consider
her to be always there.

I said thank you demurely.

Actually her being there is
the only difficult thing,

otherwise everything
is just too perfect.

If only I could
have told her that.

Sir Rufus Mackleworth

- Mr. James Crawford

- Major Arthur Minnes

- It's not what you're used to.

- Oh it's far better
than what I'm used to.

- But don't you like a chair
or a table, some curtains?

- Curtains?

I'd much rather look out.

- Did you understand that?
- No.

- She said the food is ready.

"Bhojan" means food.

It's like with a bo
and a huh-bhojan.

- Please take your money.

- Oh there's no need really but.

- So bhojan-

- Bhojan?

The social
circumstances are such-

- Ritu?

That-

We really have no choice.

- Anne.

- I'd be interested in
knowing your opinion

on early marriages.

- I don't know anything about
it, why don't you ask Ritu?

- She's not used to talking
with people very much.

- House.

Oh that's better, that's lovely.

This is very good, very
good, loose, it's good.

How do I look?

- You don't have to come
with me, I am all right,

really I am.

I... oh, dear.

I was going to the post office

and I thought I'd wait for you.

Here.
- No thanks.

- You know I can't
get over the fact

that your office is
in Olivia's bungalow.

In fact I think

that you're right in what
was her drawing room.

- Uh huh, come on let's go.

- What's wrong Inder Lal?
- It's okay.

- Look I know there's
something wrong,

do tell me what it is.
- It's nothing Anne.

It's nothing.
- Oh you must please.

- Look there's so much I
want to talk with you about,

but these people
they're just ignorant,

they don't know anything.

They just, you know,
they think the reason

you've been waiting
for me all this time

is that it's sexual,
that's all they know.

- Oh my goodness I didn't
even think about that

I'm so sorry.

- Why should you be sorry?

They should be sorry.

They're just ignorant fools.

- Just the other day
I heard of an incident

with an English lady
in Muzzafarnagar.

It was her dhobi, Mrs. Rivers.

Her own washerman.

He was ironing her undies.

Of course, got excited.

In a way you can't blame
them, it's their constitution,

and all that spicy food they
eat, it heats the blood.

Well what is it now?

Oh my goodness.

They only have one thought
in their heads Mrs. Rivers,

and that's to, you know
what with a white woman.

Have you seen our
darling's grave?

- No.

- Come.

We got the statue,
that angel over there,

from an Italian marble
cutter settled in Mirat.

- It's beautiful.

- My baby was
beautiful too.

Every day I tell
Willy let's go home.

I know I can't have my baby
back, but let's go.

- Come come Joan.

You mustn't do that.

This is the worst season for it,

that's when then heat's started.

As soon as we get
her off to Simla

she'll be as right as
rain won't you old girl?

- My mother keeps asking
why isn't Anne married?

I don't know what to tell her.

What should I tell her?

- Well, oh well I can tell you.

I did want to only the person
I was with he was married

and he kept saying he was
going to get a divorce.

Then he finally did only
he married someone else.

I mean someone
different, not me.

- Well no matter, we'll
find you an Indian husband.

- Ah.

- A very nice rich
Indian husband

and then you can live here

and have a lot of
Indian children.

Would you like that?
- What, children?

- No, you know an Indian
husband, someone like me.

But you think I'm
very ugly don't you?

- Oh horrible.
- Oh.

- Begumsa welcomes you.

She is very happy to meet this-

- Angelic girl.

- Angelic girl.
- Thank you.

- Mrs. Rivers is the wife
of our assistant collector

and we are privileged indeed

to have so charming a
couple in our midst.

- The assistant collector.

Have you been to India before?
- No.

This is absolutely my first time

and I couldn't be more thrilled.

- How long have
you been married?

- Six months.

We were married in England

but I only followed my husband
out here a few weeks ago.

- Any children?

- We were married in September.

- She hopes that the

durbar wasn't too
tiring for you.

- Oh I loved every moment of it,

it looked splendid
and was so well done.

It was thrilling to see
your son, the Nawab.

- I've always like to hear
the Khatam national anthem.

- You must be
terribly proud of him,

he's terrifically handsome and-

How does it go?

- He'd cause a sensation
in any London drawing room.

- Olivia?

Olivia?

You know, they think
they're frightfully clever,

but really they're
so transparent.

- Who?
- Indians.

All of them.

From our mali

right on up to the Nawab there.

they're like children.

- They look like very
grown up men to me,

certainly the Nawab does.

Where's his wife?

- Oh she's not here, she
ran away and left him.

- Oh really? Tell me.

- Oh I don't know.

He eloped with her to Paris.

Her family didn't like
it so they broke it up,

something of that sort.

- I say, did you see

that new memsahib,

did you notice her?

That tall blonde?

- Oh yes, yes.

- I thought she was a distinct
improvement on the others

not that that's saying
much.

Listen I remembered another

memsahib joke.

It's about this
soft Englishwoman

that went to the
races in Calcutta.

A shoelace came undone

and when she bent
down to tie it up

a jockey came along and
plonked a saddle on her.

- Exactly because she
looked like a horse.

- And when her
friends all asked her,

"my dear whatever did you do?"

She said, "what
could I do my dears?

"I came third. "

- Oh I was talking to
Beth Crawford today.

Now they're leaving for Simla

at the end of next month

so I asked her to book you
a berth at the same time

on the Kalka Mail.

It's over night but it won't
be too bad I promise you.

Now the journey up
to the mountains

is another four hours,
but what a journey,

you'll love it.

The scenery not to mention
the changing climate.

- You don't for one moment
think I'd go without you?

- But Beth will be
there, and Mary Minnies,

they'll take care of you.

Oh that's just silly Olivia.

Mother spent four
months away from father

every year, year after year.

She didn't like it either but,

when you're in a district
that's the way it has to be.

You have no idea how hot it
gets, it can drive you mad.

You'll be irritable, we'll
quarrel over every little thing.

- I'm not going.

- You don't think I like it
any better than you do do you?

- I'll be bored.

I'll be hot, irritable,
all right we'll quarrel,

but please don't send
me away from you.

- I believe you've
made a mistake.

- Olivia.

Oh thank goodness darling
are you all right?

- Well I sort of got lost
and there's so many doors

and they all look
exactly the same.

- Oh scrumptious.

- I felt like Queen Alexandra
driving through Hyde Park.

- And you give him
a coat or a trouser

or a shirt or something to copy.

- One way is to get these
little lamps the Hindus have

and you fold them in the leaves

and you sail them on the water

and then the croc gets
intrigued of course

and pops up his head,
bang straight in the eye.

- Eight or nine months
later I heard from Cockson

that there's a greasy piece
of paper with my name on it,

it was sitting

in the Peshawar bazaar.

It was said to be worth
50 pounds sterling.

- Of course Major
Minnies, of course.

An Englishman's word and
all that sort of thing.

- Doesn't his mother ever come
to any of his dinner parties?

- How could she, what
on Earth are you saying,

with all these men?

Not that generation, never.

- What about his wife.

I mean when they
still lived together.

- Oh you know about that do you?

Here, try one of these,

they're a bit sticky
but quite delicious.

- Did you know her,
what was she like?

Of course if it isn't
terribly secret.

- Actually in a way
it was all my fault.

She was at school in England
with a young cousin of mine,

Marjorie, and I took
both the girls to a party

that he was giving at Claridges.

It was all very thrilling

and totally out of
bounds for them.

And then they both
fell in love with him.

Poor old Marjorie
with her stumpy legs,

she never had a chance.

- The other one was
very pretty of course?

- Oh god yes, Sandy was a peach.

She was only 16 at the time.

20 years younger than he was,

not that that's what
bothered her family.

They were trying to
get her married off

to a Hyderabad prince
who was 30 years older.

Of course he was a much
bigger prince than our Nawab.

- His wife's family had
to come and take her away.

There were rumors of poison.

- Good lord.

- Some said it was the begum

because she was jealous
of her daughter-in-law.

She'd already got rid of
his first wife years before.

But some said it was
the Nawab himself

because he'd fallen in
love with a dancing girl.

Of course no dancing
girl ever materialized

so it must've been
one of those rumors

started by an interested party.

- It had been Sumerca and
Keifer and god knows where,

it had come over the Khyber pass

and was presented at

the Peshawar bazaar

and was still said to be
worth 50 pounds sterling.

- He's heard that story
at least six times.

- So have I and I've only
been here three weeks.

I don't think I could bear
to hear one more anecdote

about what happened in Kabul
in 13 don't you know old chap?

Sometimes I think I must be
the only person in the world

whose grandfather was not
at the siege of Lucknow.

- Mine wasn't.

- Douglas's was of course.

- He said, "work?

"You won't have to work
for your first year.

"Oh by the way
Rivers I've got a-

- He's very good
looking, I like him.

- Oh do you?

So do I.

We were just talking about you.

- Nothing about
good I assure you.

- The state of Khatm
has always been renowned

for its hospitality.

- Except in the time of
the chap, what's his name?

Ana or something, Khan.

- Amanulla Khan.

Oh Dr. Saunders I
hope you're not going

to hold that against me?

It's not fair Dr. Sahib.

Perhaps Your Excellency
has not heard the story

of my ancestor and
the party he gave?

A neighboring prince,
the raja of Mong,

had done something to
displease my ancestor.

So he invited the raja and
his retainers to a feast.

A ceremonial tent was put up,

some choice
arrangements were made

and when the guests were
seated to eat and drink

to their heart's content,
just as we are now.

At that very moment
Amanullah Khan

gave a secret sign to his men

and they cut the
ropes of the tent

so that the raja and his party

were entangled under the canvas.

When they were trapped
there like animals

Amanullah Khan and his
men took their daggers

and stabbed them through
the canvas again and again,

'til there was not one
single enemy left alive.

- They still have
that tent Mrs. Rivers

and the blood is
so fresh and new

it's as if it had only
happened yesterday.

- The cause of this enmity
was something very small.

A trifling one could say.

The raja had broken his word
over a marriage contract,

not with Amanullah himself
but with one of his followers.

It was a question of honor

and Amanullah Khan was
not the man to sit quietly

when he or anyone
of his was insulted.

Your Excellency,
ladies and gentlemen,

to the King Emperor.

The King Emperor.
- The King Emperor.

- Rivers is going to the village
of Rampur in the morning.

They've been
threatened with a raid.

- Retaliatory raid.

Obviously one of the villagers
informed on the gang.

- They kill a few people,
break arms and legs,

cut off noses, the
usual sort of thing,

just to show everyone who's who.

- And the Nawab gives
them his protection?

- Yes, in return for
a share of the loot,

at least that's what we suspect.

- He's nothing but
a common brigand.

- It's just one dash
thing after another.

- Ah but Crawford that's the
definition of our business,

getting out of one dash
thing after another.

- What couldn't I
give to get out of this one?

- Gentlemen.

- What's that singing?

- It's the entertainment.

- Oh do you think it would
be all right to go and see?

- Well I suppose so
if you really want to.

These things are supposed
to be strictly for men.

Oh well, go on.

- Hello.

Strange music.

- Do you hate it?
- Heavens no.

I've just never heard
anything like it.

- Not a very
appreciative audience.

- Poor Douglas, he's
putting up a great show.

He's tone deaf
you know, utterly.

- I have a message for you.

- Oh yes?

- As a matter of fact he sent
me out to give it to you.

- But he doesn't
even know I exist.

- Oh doesn't he?

- He hasn't looked
in my direction once,

not once all evening.

Well almost not once
anyway, why should he?

- All the same he sent me.

He wants to invite you and Mr.
Rivers to dinner next week.

Just the two of you, en famille.

- Just Douglas and me?

- He also wanted me to tell you

that it would make
him very happy.

- It would be fun.

- I have to go.
- Oh no.

- Please, I'll be
back in the evening.

- In the evening.

- Sleep a bit more.

- Douglas?

Douglas.

I forgot to tell you something.

What's the matter?

- Now really I'm not
for a moment blaming you

but you shouldn't let the
servants see you like this.

- See me how?

I'm as demure as a nun, look.

Oh this is too ridiculous.

- What did you want to tell me?

- The Nawab's invited us
to dinner on Wednesday.

- Oh no not again.
- What do you mean not again?

It's the only decent
place we've been to.

At least it's amusing.

- Amusing? Gosh.

- Well he wants us anyway.

He says he'll send a
car and everything.

- But why should he send a car?

We can go with the Crawfords.

- Oh you don't think
they've been invited do you?

- Well, he wouldn't ask
us with the Crawfords.

I mean Mr. Crawford's
the burra sahib,

he's my superior.

- He's also a superior bore.

He wants us darling,

because we're amusing
and nice and they're not.

- What just us, just you and me?

- Well why not?

- Why it's most irregular.

Since when does royalty throw
parties for junior officers?

It's very irregular.

- Oh god.

- I wish you'd trust me on this.

I really do know best,
really I do darling.

- You don't know.

When you're gone there's
nothing, there's nobody.

My goodness the days are long.

I never knew days
could be so long.

- I know it's difficult
for you darling,

but it's all just
because it's all so new.

As a matter of fact I was
talking about this very thing

to Beth Crawford.

And you mustn't think
that way about Beth,

she's a good sort.

And do you know what she said?

She said that well
someone as sensitive

and as intelligent as you,

see she does appreciate you,

well that you'd surely
be all right here,

but you, and this
is what she said,

that you'd come to feel
about India just as we do.

I know it's easy for
me, I have my work.

I'm really not fit
for anything else.

But you're worth
a jolly sight more

than to be just the
wife of a chap like me.

I should say so.

- I do love you.

- See you tonight.

- I may not be here.

If it gets too
boring I'll run away.

- I'll play blind
- Playing blind?

All right one, two.

- Yes you have
to show your cards-

- Show? One.

There you are.

- You cheated me.

- Honestly I didn't
see your cards.

One, two.

- So this is how you spend
your time, you idle fellow,

playing cards with women?

- I'm not playing anymore.

I've never seen such
abdominal cheating.

- You're her own dear son.

- If I am your own dear son

you shouldn't be
cheating me like this.

- Cheating, not I.

- Pay your debts.
- Come on Harry pay up.

All gentlemen pay
their gambling debts.

What would they say in the club?

And what would our
Mr. Crawford say,

the esteemed burra sahib?

And what about our esteemed

sahib Mr. Rivers?

Oh here, I've got this
courteous note from Mr. Rivers.

- We've left Satipur,

all this is his
great state of Khatm.

- Yes, we've left British India.

Now you're in my
power, like him.

I'm only joking.

- I had to
go with him, I couldn't not.

He said he'd be so
terribly hurt if I didn't,

if I refused his
invitation again.

- Look at him Mrs. Rivers.

What sort of an
Englishman are you?

- One who can't stand
your god damn climate.

- My climate?

Well Mrs. Rivers can
stand it very well.

Oh dear, dear, Mrs. Rivers,
what shall we do with him?

He's letting down the side.

That's not a proper Englishman.

Do you know what I think?

I think he's a very
improper Englishman.

Here.

This place is sacred to
the memory of Baba Firdaus,

a holy man.

It was built in his honor by
my ancestor Amanullah Khan.

- Oh the one you told
that frightful story about

who trapped all his guests in
a tent and had them stabbed.

- You call that
frightful do you?

I suppose you're right.

Baba Firdaus gave him
shelter here after battle.

That's why he built this
shrine in gratitude.

He never forgot a
friend or an enemy.

The British liked him very much.

I think you like such
people don't you?

- We do?

- Yes, you know, rough
people that fight well,

mostly on a horse, but best
of all you like the horse.

But you're not like that.

You don't like
the horses do you?

- You're right, I don't.

- You see how well I
read your character?

- Thank you, thank you.

Well done.

Olivia never told Douglas

about the Nawab's picnic.

She had meant to as
soon as she got home,

but it so happened
that he'd been held up

by a stabbing incident
in the bazaar that day

and was even later than usual.

She never did get around to
telling him about her day.

And when he left next
morning she was still asleep.

So instead she wrote
the first of those long,

really intimate
letters to Marcia.

Inder Lal's family always comes

to the annual religious festival

at the tomb built by Amanullah
Khan, the Nawab's ancestor.

Amanullah Khan built the
shrine for a Muslim saint,

but now it's a sacred place
for both Hindus and Muslims.

That's the way things
happen in India,

everything gets mixed
up and absorbed.

Shadi, shadi, meaning marriage,

that's what they keep asking me.

"Why aren't you married?

"How come you don't have
a husband, and children?

"How can you live like that?"

I told them why don't you find
someone really nice for me?

So they asked Maji to
provide a candidate.

Maji's a sort of wise woman

whom everyone consults
about their problems.

She said God would provide,
which is her usual response.

Maji said Lilavati
had been coming here

every year for 30 years.

Once she'd been a farmers
wife but her husband died

and her in-laws
wouldn't keep her

so she began to
beg for her living.

She goes around to
all the pilgrim spots

because that's where people

are most disposed
to be charitable.

Giving to the poor is one way
of accumulating a good record

so as not to have
to be born again.

- This water is incredibly cold.

- It's always like that.

- How do you know,
have you been here before?

- I read it somewhere.

Are you an American?

Canadian?

- I'm not anything now.

I've taken sanyas.

That means you strip
off everything,

your hair, your clothes, all
your personal possessions

and your identity.

It's all burned up
on a funereal pyre.

So it's like dying
as a material being

and being reborn spiritually.

And what about you?

- I'm doing some research.
- What, on your PHD?

- For myself, like you.

- I'm not researching
Hinduism, I've become a Hindu.

- Actually, research is what
I used to do in England,

it was my job, I
worked with the BBC.

- And you didn't find it
all that fulfilling either.

You wouldn't be here if you did.

I gave it all up,

because it wasn't reality.

I even gave up my name.

My guru gave me a
new one, Chidananda.

- Chid.
- Ananda

- Chidananda.

- It means bliss of mind.

But you can just call me Chid.

- Chid.

- Are you coming in?

- Oh it's nice, ooh.
- Very nice.

You can't have any money
or anything, just this.

People have to give you food
or anything that you need.

- One rupee is good?

Two.

- You've got a lot of room here.

Just for a couple of
days, for a little rest.

- All right, all right,
but just two days.

I'll show you where.

- Nice.

It's the light around our
body that controls our mind.

A pure unharmful mind is a
place of perfect happiness.

- Light.
- Light?

- Whoa, all right come over.

No, no no no.

- By the way when
are you leaving?

- They want me to stay.

- Do you even know how
poor these people are?

They can't afford to feed you.

- They like it,
they like giving.

By giving they're
taking good karma

for their next reincarnation.

- So you're helping them for
a better time in the next life

by eating their
food in this one?

- I used to be
just like you once.

I wanted materialistic power.

I was fascinated with power.

I went to the library
and got all these books

on Julius Caesar and
Octavius Augustus,

those sort of people.

I figured that today's
equivalent is big business,

big multinational corporations.

You know I tried to get in

on an IBM training
course one time,

but my grades
weren't good enough,

and they said that I was crazy

and they sent me
to the hospital.

That's a tazkiyah procession.

It took me a long
time to realize

that what the Romans
had was limited power

and that the only
unlimited power

is what they had in the Vedanta.

You see materialistic
power is limited.

Real power is absolute,
unlimited and undefined.

You see you must be
independent in your thinking.

But back home they're
afraid of that.

Afraid that you might overthrow
their power structure.

So they say you're crazy,
put you in a hospital.

- What are you doing?

- I'm just looking,
there's no harm in looking.

- Drop those things, you
shouldn't be looking through

other people's things like that.

- You shouldn't
be digging around

in all this stuff
it's bad for you.

You should throw it all out.

- I'll throw you out.

If I ever catch you going
through my things again

I'll throw you out, beads and
bangles, begging bowl and all.

- Let go of me.

You know I'm surprised at you.

I wasn't going through your
papers, I was looking for money.

- Money, what do
you need money for?

- Well you want me
to go don't you?

- You live free, you eat
free, you beg in the streets.

Don't touch.

- I know what you think.

You think you're Olivia,
her reincarnation.

- You've seen the photos of her.

How could I ever be her?

Anyway, where would
I ever find a Nawab

even if I needed one,
I mean if I wanted one.

- I know what you
need, you need sex.

- You mean you do.

Why don't you get out of here?

- I can't help it.

It gets to this enormous
size, do you want to see?

- It's due to the mediation,
I mean that's a fact,

I get charged up with
this terrific voltage.

No don't laugh,
it's a liability.

Now come on Anne.

Ow ow.

Pst.

Pst, Anne, Anne?

You're cutting yourself off
from the real love experience.

It's not just sex, it's
a union with all life.

The sexual drive is towards
the ultimate orgasm.

That ultimate union rising
up through the chakras

to the third eye,
the pineal gland.

Explosion of light at
the top of the skull.

An out of sight, spaced
out, super consciousness.

Jesus Christ.

You've got to get in touch
with your own femineity Anne.

With your own inner space.

- What do you think about
me taking her to a doctor

who specializes in
this sort of thing?

- You only get well if you
believe in something Anne.

- What do you mean like that,
what's going on in there?

- Laugh at us if you wish.

- Oh no no I wouldn't
laugh at you.

I mean how can, why should I?

It's just I think it's worth

trying a different
form of treatment.

I think I should
take her to Delhi.

There must be
doctors there who-

- You mean a psychiatrist?

- Who asked you?
- Don't listen to her.

Psychiatrists are gross.

- Stay out of this I'm
talking to Inder Lal.

- I'm telling you, I know.

- Let's just try, I mean I'll...

I think it's just worth
trying, me taking her there.

- Look there's no need, we've
made other arrangements.

- Have you, what
sort of arrangements?

- Well we're going to a
pilgrimage to Amarnath.

Mother wants to go.

- A pilgrimage?
- Yeah.

- But what, oh gosh, oh dear.

- They all say this must be done

and if I say no they
will blame me for it.

- Look do give him something.

And then there's
this man behind.

Please give him something.

- You know some yogis
can actually take their intestines out

wash them, clean them
and put them back in

all nice and clean.

- How disgusting.

- I've never seen
anyone like you

for telling other people

that their ideas and
philosophies are disgusting.

- What good are philosophies
and ideas when someone's sick?

All they can come
up with to help her

is to take her on a pilgrimage.

- That's right,
and I'm going to.

We're going up to Amarnath

to see the shivaling.

Other nostril.

- What's that, Shiva's prick?

- Yeah something like that.

It's an object of
Hindu worship for women

from the day they are born.

Now breathe.

It's eight feet tall.

You should come with us Anne.

- It's
more than 50 years ago,

but I'll never forget the
dust storms we had that year.

It was a warm day,
it was a warm night.

If you left a
chink open anywhere

within seconds there would be
plume of dust over everything.

It got in your
eyes, your nostrils,

it was gritty
between your teeth.

Once those dust storms started

they seemed to go on forever.

- No no please, I wouldn't
like to disturb you.

- Oh that's all right.

Do you have a letter.

- Yes I have this
letter from Mother.

They got as far as Palghat.

- Oh that's a good clip.

- They send you greetings.

See it says-

- Hot winds whistled
and columns of dust

came blowing in from the desert.

No wonder everyone went mad.

I gave up.

I simply lay in bed too
lethargic to do a thing.

And I was a young
man then mind you.

But then it was decided we
were to go to the mountains,

into the cool air, not to Simla,

where all the official
British types went,

but to Masuri where
the Nawab had a house.

Well we all packed up and
there was great excitement

and relief and I can tell you

we could hardly wait
to get up there.

Then the begum heard an owl.

Or at least I think
it was an owl.

Anyway it was
something inauspicious,

a warning that we
must on no accounts

set out on the journey.

The Nawab was very
restless, excited,

never sat still for a minute.

He was very short
tempered with all of us.

I couldn't help
remembering what I'd heard,

about how he was in league
with Tikaram's gang.

Tikaram was a dacoit

with a price of 10,000
rupees on his head.

He and his gang went all
around the countryside

looting people and killing
anyone who got in their way,

or even just for the fun of it.

They could do all
this with impunity

because they enjoyed
the Nawab's protection.

At least that's what
the British said.

They said he took a
share in their loot

and used them as his henchmen

and if anyone informed on them

they would take their
revenge on a whole village.

- If something really
horrible happened,

don't you think I ought
to help you bear it?

- It all started in a
house in Chota bazaar.

Two women quarreling
over a bucket of water.

But in this season
with the heat coming on

things grow and build up

and before you
know where you are

you have a full scale
riot on your hands

and then there's
no holding anyone.

They were throwing acid today.

They're aiming for
the face, eyes.

The screams.

I'll never forget those screams.

- Superintendent,
one round only.

- Take aim.

Fire.

- The British also
suspected the Nawab

of using the dacoits to help
inflame riots against them

like the one outside
the Satipur Jail in,

I think it was 1923.

Anyway, Crawford
was away on tour

and Douglas was in charge

and had to arrest
the ringleaders

of what had been a
very ugly massacre.

Well when all these
kinds of things happened

I just gave up and ran
away to Olivia's house

and begged her to
play some Schumann.

Lovely.

It's lovely.

- You don't mind if
Harry stays with us

for a day or two do you?

- What?

Oh no.

No, no I want him to.

It's better for him
to be here than there.

Bravissima.

- Oh what fun.

- You do Mr. Hamilton-Paul
don't you, Beth?

- I most certainly do,

we've met oh so many
times at the palace.

- He's come to stay
with us for a while.

- Oh I'm so glad that you're
not alone at this time.

Not that there's anything whatsoever
to worry about Olivia.

That's what I came here
to speak to you about.

And Arthur is back
and he and Douglas

have the situation
absolutely in hand.

- What situation?

- Oh you know, the usual.

You mustn't think about.

Now what I really want you
to think about is Simla.

No dear I'm not nagging at you,

but we really all do feel-

- It's true Olivia,
you shouldn't be here for the summer,

it's unbearable.

- But if you can bear it?
- Who said I could?

One summer we did manage
to get up to Masuri.

The Nawab has a
marvelous house up there,

it's a Swiss chalet with a
dash of gothic cathedral.

Very impressive indeed.

Not that I got much
time to enjoy it.

A dead bat was found in all
of places the begum's bedroom

so we had to pack up and
come back home immediately.

Actually this year I
wasn't thinking so much

of going to the mountains
as of going home.

You see I'm worried
about my mother,

she hasn't been too well and-

- Well of course you must go.

And do you know
the Ross-Milbanks?

He's been the DC
over at Cawnpore.

They're on home leave now
driving down to Bombay

to catch the P and O.

- But those P and O's aren't
they always booked up,

completely booked months ahead?

- Oh, but a single berth.

And we could always send a
cable to the Gibbons in Bombay.

- Really?

- Really and truly.

Mr. Gandhi's lot probably
stirring things up again.

They never miss a chance.

- No don't bother to get up.

Where are Mr. and Mrs. Rivers?

- They've gone to church

and then I think they're
going to the club.

- Oh what's here?

Tea, toast and marmalade,
boiled eggs three minutes,

an English newspaper.

- Four months old
but yes it's English.

- Well I can see you have
thoroughly deserted us.

My poor mother and all
the ladies keep asking,

"where is Harry, when
is he coming home?"

I answer he is home, he's with
his own people whom he loves.

Isn't that true?

Now you see, you
don't say anything.

- You don't give one a
chance to say anything.

- I know I'm a monster egoist,

or a plain monster.

but my goodness for a monster

I do grow fond of other people

and miss them when
they leave me.

Now what's the matter?

- I can just see you missing me.

- Oh no of course not.

I'm here for the sole purpose

of leaving my calling card
on Mr. and Mrs. Rivers.

Don't be a fool Harry.

You know why I'm here.

- See you later old man.
- Ah yeah.

- Oh Olivia do tell
Mr. Hamilton-Paul

that the Milbanks are
getting here on Tuesday

and could take him
with them to Bombay.

We have a berth for him.
- Good work Beth.

- But darling Harry's
the Nawab's guest.

He can't just run out on him

at a moment's notice
with Mrs. Crawford-

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Mrs. Crawford's friends.

- I can't see what's
wrong with that.

- But the Nawab paid his fare

and he's been
keeping him hasn't he

in the lap of luxury
for some time?

- He shouldn't be there
in the first place.

No Englishman has any business
living in that palace.

- Don't be so stuffy.

- I'm sorry.

Those are my feelings and I
must be allowed to express them.

I could do without this
particular Sunday caller.

- I'm delighted to see you.

Mrs. Rivers what
a charming dress

and Mr. Rivers I'm
more than delighted

to congratulate you
on your handling

the Chota bazaar incident.

You were most prompt.

- I wish I'd been prompt
enough to get there

before rather than
after the event.

- Oh Mr. Rivers
what can be done?

These people will never learn.

As to your conduct in
this miserable affair

there's nothing but praise.

- You are misinformed.

It sparked off a
lot of resentment.

You must've heard
of all the troubles

outside the jail
and other places.

- They get hot and
then they cool off.

It's like our weather
and it's season.

Please get dressed we must go.

- Oh Mrs. Crawford asked us
to tell you that the Milbanks

are arriving on Tuesday

and they're expecting
you to go with them.

- Oh to Bombay?

Yes Harry told me about it.

Please get dressed
my dear fellow.

I hope you don't expect me to
take you home in this state.

- Mrs. Crawford says that they
have booked a berth for you.

- There's been a
misunderstanding.

I shall apologize to
Mrs. Crawford myself

and thank her for her kind
efforts on behalf of my guest.

- But you wanted to
go, your mother is ill.

- We must be thankful.

Mother is better.

And my mother has written to her

to invite her to the palace.

She has written, I
translate from Urdu,

"you now have not
one son but two,

"and both your sons are
eager for your visit. "

- Thanks awfully for having me.

It's true you know, I do want
to go back to the palace.

We talked it over before
you came, I do want to.

- You don't have to.

- I want to.

- Please get dressed, come on.

Look at you, is this the way
to appear in front of a lady?

You know he doesn't
know what he wants.

One day it's this,
one day it's that.

What can I do?

I've grown fond of
him, he's my friend.

And once I love a friend
it's for life, forever.

Whatever faults he may have.

- I'd love to eat read
some Trollope or Dickens.

Lot's of cold damp
foggy London scenes,

that's what I'm longing for.

Oh come away they're
all pornographic.

It's a princess being gotten
ready for her nuptial night.

They're doing all sorts
of intimate things to her.

Come away.

- Harry what is all
this about dacoits?

- Honestly I don't know Olivia.

A lot of things go on

and quite frankly I'd just
as soon not know about them.

Gosh I feel I awful.

- But Harry doesn't he
ever talk to you about-

- I hope I'm not disturbing,
please say if I am

and I'll run away at once.

How very kind of you to come
and see our poor patient.

How do you find him?

I've sent for Dr. Puran.

- He's a witch doctor, please
don't bring him near me.

- Don't be ridiculous.

We want you to get
well again quickly.

We miss you.

It's very boring without
you isn't it Olivia?

- She's been
asking about the dacoits.

- I hope if there's
something you want to know

you'll ask me, not Harry
or anybody else, but me.

What have you heard?

What are they saying?

You must tell me,

you must give me a
chance to defend myself

against these slanders.

- What on Earth are
you asking her to do?

Bring you reports from the
civil lines at Satipur?

Do you want her to be your spy?

- I hope you don't
think that of me.

- Of course I don't.

I wouldn't for a minute.

How could you think it?

- No no I don't.

I know you understand me.

That's why I trust you.

- What did they want?

- Protection.

It seems that the same gang

who raided that village

are now threatening
the local traders.

Trying to extort money for
themselves and their chief.

- Who's their chief?

- Well we suspect our friend.

- Do you mean the Nawab?

But he's a ruler,

he wouldn't get mixed
up with a robber gang.

After all he's a prince.

- Yes, and he's bankrupt,

having bled his
unfortunate subject's wife

by means of more or less
legitimate eXtortion.

He's now taken to
cruder methods.

Not to put too
fine a point on it

to outright robbery.

- I don't believe a word of it.

Must you smoke that dash thing,

in this heat?

- You should've gone to Simla.

- And do what, go for
walks with Beth Crawford?

Go to the same old boring
old dinner parties.

One more of those and I
shall lie down and die.

I don't know what's
the matter with me.

Why I get so worked up
over every little thing.

- I told you it's the heat.

No Englishwoman is supposed
to stand this weather.

- You have these set notions

about what English women
are supposed to stand.

Why should anyone tell
me what I can't stand

and what I can stand?

If you really want to know

the one thing I can't
stand is English women.

Memsahibs.

But the rest...

I'm so happy here, I
never want to go away.

I wish you would tell Dr.
Saunders to go and see Harry

at the palace, he just
isn't getting any better.

- Well Dr. Saunders doesn't
really see private patients

unless it's one of us.

- Isn't in
Harry one of us?

And if not, am I one
of us do you think?

- It might even be that I
love you because you're not.

You know sometimes I wish I
could afford some feelings,

because I get hot
too, I get angry,

I want to lose my temper but,

there are always people
watching everywhere.

One, simply cannot.

Not even for a minute.

It's a bore I know.

- When we have a baby I want
him to be just like you.

- No, no like you.

Like Olivia.

- Oh Olivia's no good.

- Oh don't say that.

- Oh, it's all out of tune.

- There's no one to play it.

I'd ordered it for my wife.

- Did she play?

- She was keen to learn,

but by the time the piano
arrived she had left.

I suppose you know
about my marriage?

- I've heard.

- Oh yes of course you
must've heard a lot of things.

There are always people
to spread lies about me,

including my wife's family.

She was much too
young for me Olivia.

I loved her though
as one loves a child.

Not as I would love a woman.

- What a pity.

- I don't know.

I was thinking how
India changes people.

Just in subtle ways.

Just by being here.

- I feel you have changed.

But you're still too much in
your head, not in your heart.

- I suppose so.

- Oh but I admire you.

You're so, philosophical.

- I don't want to
be philosophical.

- Oh, what do you
want to be then?

- I don't know,
like other people.

- You know when you
talk like that to me,

I don't always under,

I don't always understand you.

But when we are
together like this,

I feel you are my
very great friend.

- I am your very great friend.

Hello.

- Were you waiting for me?

I hoped you were.

- You must excuse me Rivers
but these people are enough

to drive anyone
out of their mind.

They bring me some woman
pretending she's miscarrying

and when I curette
her I discover,

it's always the same,
they've aborted her.

They stick this twig into
her and do it with that.

Abortion mind you,
it's a criminal act.

And then they try to fool me.

I'm sorry you had to
come in on this Rivers,

what can I do for you?

- I wanted to ask you
a particular favor.

You know Harry Hamilton-Paul
who's staying at the palace?

- Oh yes, yeah, him.

- He's not very well and Olivia
and I thought that it'd-

- Well.

I wonder what he's been
eating over there.

You see it's question
of diet Nawab Sahib.

I've seen hundreds of
cases like this, thousands.

Did you know that most Indians

suffer from amoebic
dysentery, it's fact.

- Is that
true? How interesting.

- They try and cheat you.

When I say, "what did you eat?"

They'll say, "only what
you said Dr. Sahib,"

but of course they
can't fool me.

"Oh yes and what about
those chilies hmm?

"And that curry you've had?

"What you liar, you cheat. "

Sometimes I don't waste any time

I smartly box their
ears, one two, one two.

It's the only language
they understand.

- You're absolutely
right Dr. Saunders.

- Well it's no use
arguing with them.

They're not amenable to reason.

They haven't got it
here you see, up here,

the way we have.

- He really is
eXceptionally obnoxious.

Please don't judge us by him.

- Who's us?

I don't know how
you feel about it,

but don't lump me
in with that lot.

- Harry you can't say the
Crawfords are like Dr. Saunders,

or the Minnies, or for
that matter Douglas.

- And you?

- They're all the same.

- So you do lump
me in with them.

- You, I wouldn't for a minute,

not for a minute think of you,

speak of you in the same breath.

To me you're better,
beautiful, wonderful,

more wonderful,
absolutely terrific.

- Is that what you
wanted to hear?

- Harry, Olivia look I mean,

instead of having a rotten
time let's have some fun.

Let me tell you a
dream, my dream,

my latest dream, you know.

I dreamt of Mrs. Crawford.

- You dream about Mrs. Crawford?

- Not the way you mean, I mean,

Mrs. Crawford was
not Mrs. Crawford.

She was a hijra.

- What's a hijra?

- Oh my poor Olivia
you don't know?

We must educate her.

At first she couldn't
work out that these were men,

eunuchs.

- Hijra?

- Yes.

It was all so strange
and wonderfully exotic

and she forgot everything,
joined in the fun.

Forgot herself you might say.

I kept trying to warn her
but she wouldn't listen.

You see she was outraging
two conventions,

those of her own people
and those of the Indians,

whose conventions are if
anything even stronger

and of course you can't
do anything in India

without everyone
knowing about it,

the servants see to that.

You know there's a story
about that old woman

in the purdah quarters.

How she killed off
an unwanted bride

by dressing her up in
poisoned wedding gowns.

- What?

- Apparently it's true.

They dipped the
cloth into poison

and then when you put
it on it clings to you.

- Frightful.

- Oh there are all sorts of
stories about what goes on

in the purdah quarters.

Secret arts, magic potions
and all the rest of it.

- Oh come on now, those
old things in there?

Do they know about me?

- Olivia have you
noticed something?

That you're never taken to
meet the begum and the ladies.

- I've met them thank
you, it was hard going.

- Never the less
it's a discourtesy.

- To whom?
- To you, to you my dear.

Even had a quarrel with
him about it, about you.

I asked him straight out.
- What?

- Why don't take Olivia, Mrs.
Rivers, to meet the begum?

And he-
- What?

- You know what he's like

when he doesn't want
to answer something.

He laughs and if you keep on

he makes you feel
a fool and prim

and stupid for asking
such a question.

He's very good at that.

- But Harry I don't
want to meet the begum.

I can't be friends
with her can I?

Not with someone who doesn't
speak the same language.

I enjoy being here with
you and him of course.

I mean as your friend.

We have good time.

Oh, don't look like that Harry.

Now you're being
like everyone else

making me feel I
don't understand.

- Olivia shall I
tell you something?

I don't think you ought
to be coming here.

In fact, I wish you wouldn't.

- But Harry I come to see you.

- Of course, naturally, me.

- You're awake.

I saw your light.

It's bad for you
to read this late.

- I suppose you want to be
my very good friend again.

- Do you mind?

- What a shock he'd
have if he knew.

I was due on the eighth,
the 15th, the 22nd,

that's more than two weeks
overdue, isn't that wonderful?

It's my own fault, I
should've taken care.

- Thinking again?

- On the contrary
not thinking at all,

just letting whatever
happens happen.

- Please wait for me here.

- They
still have that tent Mrs. Rivers

and the blood is
so fresh and new

it's as if it had only
happened yesterday.

- Oh.

- Did you have a bad dream?

- Are they gone?
- Who?

- Those men.

Who were they?

- I told Maji about
being pregnant.

She's a midwife

and said if I want an
abortion she might try,

with just a massage.

I said all right let's try.

She said I was about
seven weeks gone

so it would be easy now.

She knew many ways,
but at this stage

a simple massage could do it.

No Maji, no Maji no.

I asked her over and over.

"You didn't really
do anything did you?

"Nothing will happen?"

And she assured me no she
didn't, "no it wouldn't. "

Then she asked me,
"You want the child?"

And I said, "yes I do, I do. "

- Darling
Olivia are you partaking?

Major?
- Yes indeed.

Well.

To our charming hostess who
has elected to stay with us

through our ordeal far
down in the plague.

- Yes, rather.

- Here here.

- But Major aren't you due for
a spot of leave in the hills?

- Yes, but this is
not the time to go.

Our friend the Nawab
has been acting up again

and I'm afraid things
are coming to a head.

- At present I wouldn't like
to be in that boy's shoes.

- Which boy's shoes?

- Our friend, I trust Simla

isn't gonna dillydally
any further over him.

- It's certainly time
he was taught a lesson.

- You talk as if
he's a school boy.

- Ah, I wish it
were that harmless.

- Olivia he's a
dangerous ruffian.

Those dacoits of his are
running around killing

and maiming with his blessing,
under his protection.

He's a menace to himself, to us,

and to the wretched inhabitants

of his wretched little state.

He's the worst sort of ruler.

The worst sort off
Indian you could have.

- Dear lady, are you leaving us?

- To your brandy and cigars.

- She's very plucky.

I believe it went
up to 118 today.

All right Rivers, better
go and see how she is.

- Will you mind sir?

I think I ought to.

- So, they are setting up
a committee of inquiry?

- Yes.

And I'm rather afraid
they'll be putting our Nawab

out of business which is a pity,

because there's no
denying he has a quality.

He is a prince.

- Yes but the trouble
is, his little state

is quite princely
enough to satisfy him.

- Poor fellow is
tremendously bored.

I think he'd do anything
to amuse himself.

- Olivia.

What is it?

- I ought to tell you.

It isn't just the heat.

- What is it? Tell me.

Are you ill?

Olivia.

- The fact is, I'm pregnant.

- Darling.

Darling it's what we
want, more than anything.

- Yes of course it is.

- Good morning.

- I'll have to keep
bringing more Dickens

for Mr. Hamilton-Paul.

We're on Our Mutual Friend now.

- Ah.

- He can't seem to get
enough of foggy London

and Christmas revels.

Isn't it extraordinary?

- Yes indeed, extraordinary.

- It was all so murky,
both sides intriguing.

The British too, they were
playing their own game,

they always did.

They'd set up some sort of
committee to depose him.

Put him out of business was
the facetious phrase they used.

And for his successor they'd
picked out some halfwit,

epileptic nephew.

He was the son of
the Nawab's sister.

That of course was because the
Nawab had no son of his own.

As it turned out in the end

it was more convenient
to drop the nephew

then simply to swallow
up the whole state

into British India.

- How dare they appoint anyone

to inquire into my activities.

I told him.

I told your Major Minnies.

- Why mine?

- No of course not, you
have nothing to do with it.

Anyway I made it
very clear from now

I shall deal with the
viceroy personally.

I told him.

I don't deal with
underlings Major Minnies.

I know what this is all about.

I know why they hate me,

because I don't say
yes Your EXcellency.

Very good Your Excellency.

How right and true
Your Excellency.

- I have something to tell you.

- What is it?

What is it? Tell me.

- Can't you guess?

I'm pregnant.

- You're made to bear a child.

Are you afraid?

Don't be afraid.

Now they'll see.

- Who'll see?

- Major Minnies and
the rest of them.

They'll laugh out of the
other sides of their mouths

when they see my son.

- Do you mean
because of the color?

- Oh they'll get the shock of
their little English lives.

No no.

You mustn't go.

I want you to stay
here, you must.

My son must be born
here in my house.

- How can you be so sure?

- I'm very sure, absolutely.

He's mine.

He couldn't not be.

- What about Douglas?

He's as sure as you are,
and he's my husband.

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have you made me do?

How do you know it'll be a he?

- Oh I'm pretty sure.

And he'll do something
decent too, you'll see.

I must ask my sister to send
the Rivers' christening robe.

All Rivers babies
are christened in it.

You know they're all very blond.

We all have white blond
hair 'til we're about 12.

Look I'm sorry.

What a stupid ass I
am to bring you here.

We won't come back again.

Come on darling let's go.

- I can hardly find an
abortionist for you.

- Ask your friends

in the purdah quarters.

Ask the begum.

It'll be easy enough for her.

Easier than poisoned
garments any day.

- I
couldn't refuse her.

I didn't want to see this baby
born any more than she did.

No one did, except
the Nawab and Douglas.

The begum was glad to help.

She wanted no complications
with the British on the one hand

nor did she fancy a
little Eurasian heir.

Of course there had to
be the utmost secrecy

because if the Nawab
had ever found out

he'd have killed someone.

He believed 'til the end that
it was a natural miscarriage.

She had begun to
bleed the same night

and Douglas took
her to the hospital.

- Well my young madam.

- But Dr. Saunders was all
too familiar with the methods

used by Indian midwives
to procure abortions.

I never knew how she got from
the hospital to the palace.

Distance of nine miles.

She could hardly have walked
it in the middle of the night

and her condition with
all that loss of blood

from her abortion.

She'd borrowed some servant's
sari in the hospital.

She reminded me of one
of those mutiny prints.

I think it's called Mrs. Sekum
in flight from the mutineers.

Now Mrs. Sekum was
also in native dress

and in a state of agitation.

Olivia was in flight as well,

but of course in the
opposite direction,

from the civil
station at Satipur

to the Nawab's palace at Khatm.

- Chid you look
absolutely awful.

- I think I'm going to die.

- His liver's effected,

and his kidneys too, sit up.

What does he expect?

Even I wouldn't think of eating

and living the way he has done.

My prescription for him

is to put him on
the next plane home

and the sooner the better.

My dear young man
your body's not made

to live the life of a holy man.

- Pst.

Let's go.

What about you,
when are you going?

- Don't know, I
haven't made any plans.

When my money runs
out I suppose.

- I'm staying with my Aunt
Betty in Iowa, Washington Iowa.

It's the cleanest
city in the whole USA.

It's a fact, it
won a prize for it.

You should see my
Aunt Betty's bathroom.

Everything matches,
the shower curtain,

the bath mat, the toilet paper,

the little wooly cover
on the toilet seat.

Everything's green.

Clean fresh green.

- Have a safe journey.

- If you think the
bathrooms clean

you ought to see the kitchen.

- Take care.

- Everything's
clean fresh green.

- Bye
bye Chid, bye bye.

- I knew she was rotten from
the first day I saw her.

- Well she wasn't a bad sort,

just the wrong type
to come out here.

The embroidery and the piano.

That's all very nice at home,
it'll hardly due for Satipur.

- She killed her own baby.

- Oh come come Joan.
- She could have a baby,

and she killed it.

- Don't forget my dear
whose baby it was.

- What does that
matter as long as,

as long as she cared for him?

I just can't stop
thinking about it.

- Come along Joan, it's
time I got you home.

Bedforshire my dear.

Those are doctor's orders.

- Goodnight, goodnight.

- Goodnight Joan.

- Now you take good
care of yourself Joan.

- I will, thank you.

- Goodnight.
- Night.

- Well, she may
have cared for him,

but I don't think that
your precious Nawab

has returned the compliment.

- What a bounder to have
taken his revenge in that way.

- Was it only a revenge?

- Do you doubt it?

- No I suppose not, not really.

How is Rivers taking it?

- Like a Stoic and a Roman.

He's a splendid chap.

I've sent him on tour

to get him away from
this place for a while.

- He picked the wrong girl.

I'm so immensely found
of him I wish I could-

- What, match making already?

- Oh my dear man that's what

a burra memsahib's
for.

- Poor Olivia.

She was a fine looking girl too.

- Was? She's not dead.

- As good as.

- The Chowkidar

told me that a long time ago

an English memsahib lived here.

She lived completely
alone, then she died.

That was 20 or 30 years ago.

Now the house belongs to
the Nawab's great nephew

who's a general in
the Indian army.

He comes here every
summer with his family.

- He came out to see her about
two or three times a year.

The rest of the time
he was mostly in London

trying to get his
deposition annulled.

His mother came to
live in London too.

She bought a house in Park Lane

which they've since pulled down.

It was said that she'd taken
the state jewels with her,

but it could never be proved,

nor could they get a
single pearl away from her.

They tried to bring a case
against her, but to no avail.

Except every time
a summons came,

the Nawab got himself worked up.

He'd roar and stamp around.

Then one day, quite suddenly,

in his mother's
flat, just like that.

- I don't
know how long it was

before news reached her that
he wouldn't be coming anymore.

Even after she knew she
never went down again

but stayed by herself in the
house he had bought for her.

Namaste.

The monastery?

- Would you like me to
take you over there?

- Are you going?

- Yes I am going there.
- Thank you.

- May I help you to?

- They have
a little hospital up here.

That's where Olivia
went in the end.

They've agreed to let me
come there for my baby.