All language subtitles for The Far Pavilions (Peter Duffell, 1984) Part 1.english

Throughout that time in India,
the British were in a continual state of war

with the fiercely independent tribes
along their northwest frontier.

An extraordinary regiment was raised
to deal with them.

It was named...
The Corps of Guides,

and it's headquarters
were here at Mardan.

Composed entirely of native volunteers,
Hindus, Sikhs and Muslims,

and led by a handful of
specially selected British officers,

they wrote some of the
most glorious chapters

in the annals of military history.

In 1865 I had the honor
to be Commandant,

which was when
this story really began.

[Indian shouts]

[Indian commands]

Keep him here.

Sahib!

There's a birth
certificate here, sir.

We'll see.

Pelham-Martyn,
Pelham-Martyn.

Pocketbook.

I knew his brother very well.
Hell of a good man.

What's this?

Some sort of a
good luck charm, I suppose.

He'd better have that back.
I fancy he's going to need it.

There's not doubt
about it, Geoffrey.

This brat from the bazaar is the son
of Hilary and Isobel Pelham-Martin.

How the hell he managed
to survive the Mutiny, I don't know.

[flashback to the Sepoy Mutiny]

[gunshot]

[Sita protecting Ashok]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

...Yes, yes, Ash-Baba,
we are playing a game,

that your name is Ashok,
and that you are my true son.

What is your name,
my son?

Ashok.

Yes.

[Sita escapes the cholera and the Mutiny,
and takes Ashok far to the north]

[They pass through areas where
all foreigners have been slaughtered]

[Finally they arrive in a state
where Sita makes a home

[and Ashok is hired as
servant to the royal prince]

[Ashok becomes friendly with Anjuli,
the half-sister princess, to Prince Lalji]

[children's laughter]

[Ashok and Anjuli playing]

[Anjuli and Ashok and pet mongoose]

[Ashok and Anjuli
looking at the Far Pavilions]

[Koda Dad becomes
a father to Ashok]

[while teaching him horse training]

[Anjuli gives Ashok a
mother-of-pearl fish emblem]

[Ashok breaks it in two,
and gives half back to Anjuli, saying...]

[that someday they will meet
again and put it back together]

[A snake threatens Prince Lalji,
probably put there by assassins]

[The Prince cries out for help]

[Ashok rushes in, grabbing
the prince and kills the snake]

[Biju Ram rushes in shouting]

[Biju Ram comforts the prince]

[By touching the prince,
Ashok committed a serious violation]

[Instead of executing Ashok,
Buji Ram brands his chest]

[with a red-hot pistol barrel]

[With the help of Koda Dad
Ashok and Sita escape the palace]

[While making their escape
to the north, Sita dies]

[Ashok then makes his way
to the Corps of Guides]

Well, young fellow, like it or lump it
you're going to be

shipped back to London,
and licked into shape.

[After seven years in England,
learning English, attending school]

[becoming acclimatized to
English society]

[Ashok-now called Ashton
or Ash-returns to India]

Amazing country,
Pelham-Martyn.

Isn't it, Garforth?

Don't you think we've
been cooped up

in this compartment
long enough for us

to be on Christian
name terms, by the way?

I like that,
mine's George.

Ashton, commonly
known as Ash.

I do hope you won't
be too bored out here, dear.

Bored?

In India, Mrs. Harlowe?

However could she be?

Belinda's just had her first
season in London, Mrs. Viccary.

That must have been fun.
Being presented at court.

Yes, it was at first.

But after three months
of parties and dances

meeting the same silly girls
and same stuck-up young men

night after night,

quite honestly I couldn't
wait to get back here.

There's gratitude for you!

After all the money
that Papa's spent on you.

Will you husband be
meeting the train, Mrs. Harlowe?

Oh, alas, no.

The Frontier Regiments are
preparing for the autumn manoeuvres.

Mine can't get away, either.

Oh, I didn't realize
he was in the army.

He's not, Mrs. Harlowe,

he's a prodistry officer.

Oh!

Army?

Corps of Guides,
as a matter of fact.

I say.

Yes, the Regiment more
or less adopted me as a boy.

Oh, you're a lucky devil.

I can't say I appreciated
it at the time,

being shipped home and
drilled into conformity.

Oh, I'm the same.

What's your line?

Oh, me?

I'm to be the assistant
undermanager of the

Pashawar Branch of
Brown and MacDonalds'.

A boxwallah, to you.

The dregs of Anglo-
Indian society.

You said it, not me.

[Garforth is half-caste]

[Ash recalls the dying words of Sita]

[I do not die, Tiarah]

[I rest only and
wait to be reborn]

[and that makes life-
if the gods are kind-]

[it may be that
we shall meet again]

[Yes, surely, even though
you are not my son]

[but the son of an
Angrezi (Englishman), a Sahib]

[The Bombay mail-train
arrives in Delhi]

[Hugh Chiverton comes
to meet Mrs. Harlowe and Belinda]

Debbie!

There you are!

Hugh!

How lovely to see you.

Where's

Presenting the prize at his own
wretched pony club Jimkarna.

Hello, Uncle Hugh.

Why, Belinda,
I wouldn't have known you,

Isn't it wonderful what a
season in London can do?

This is Edith Viccary.

She's traveling with us
to Peshawar.

My uncle Hugh.

Hugh Chiverton,
Indian Civil Service.

That's Mr. Garforth
and Mr. Pelham-Martyn.

We met on the boat.

Gentlemen.

How do you do?

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

They're going on
to Peshawar with us.

You must all come and dine
with us before you leave.

Ashok!

[Zarin Kahn a childhood
friend of Ashton's]

Yes, yes, thank you.

Would you excuse me?

[The English are not at all
pleased with this turn-of-events]

Zarin!

Zarin!

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

But he's a native!

Extraordinary behavior.

Why didn't anyone
tell me you'd me here?

Because nobody knew!

I just asked the Commandant
for some leave

and I came here without
telling anybody.

Well, how did you
recognize me?

But, you haven't changed
since we were boys together.

Look at you.

How's your father?
Is he well?

Ah, yes, he flourishes,

but see who I brought.

A bearer.
His name is Gul Baz.

Salam, Sahib.

Salam, Gul Baz.

Go and seek out
the sahib's luggage.

Yes, and the memsahib's, too.

[Ashton looks for the
party he just left]

Oh, damn.

[Later that evening]

[Light dinner conversation]

I'm fearfully sorry about
this morning, Belinda.

Please don't apologize.

We managed wonderfully
well without you.

Didn't we, Mama?

Yes.

Thanks to dear Mr. Garforth.

Oh, my pleasure, Ma'am.

Pelham-Martyn.

You aren't any relation
to the Dorsest Pelham-Martyns

I suppose?

Sir Matthew's my uncle, sir.

Is he, really?

Old Ash, here,
is northern, aren't you.

Un-huh.

Oh, didn't you know?

Mary was telling me
a bit about it

on the train
from Bombay.

And not only that...

he was rescued from
the Mutiny

by his Hindu foster-mother.

Huh, and they had the most
tremendous adventures together.

Of course, that was before
he fetched up in the Guides.

Put a sock in it,
George, will you?

No, go on. It sounds
marvelously romantic.

Furthermore, it
proves my point,

there are some
good Indians.

The problem
is finding them.

Oh yes, absolutely.

And joking apart

with the best
will in the world

one simply can't feel
the same about them

since the Mutiny.

But, it can't
happen again.

Don't you agree?

I think that rather
depends upon us.

Providing we treat
them justly,

there's no reason
for them to rise

against us again.

That's what you
mean, isn't it?

Not exactly.

I mean,
it's their country.

I say, steady on
old chap.

Be fair, George,
we stole it from them.

And a damn good job!

Considering the hash
they made of running the place

before we did.

[general laughter]

[Later at a party of Zarin's,
Ashton walks in]

Pelham Sahib.

...Zarin.

For this one night
let me be Ashok again.

[Zarin give him a warm welcome]

Sit. Sit.

[Ashton attends services at
a Muslim Mosque]

[Ashton's English friends
come riding past the Mosque]

[and observe Aston leaving]

[Hugh Chiverton sees everyone
off on the trip to Peshawar]

Well... safe journey. I hope
you won't be too uncomfortable.

Oh, I'm sure we'll survive.

I must say, I dread it.

You're such a
stick-in-the-mud, Mother.

And you young fellows
be sure and look us up

next time you find
yourselves in Delhi.

Oh, I'll look forward to that, sir.

Dangerous silk man, that.

Just young.

They'll knock all that nonsense
out of him in the Guide.

I shall see you in Mardan.

Yes.

[On the way to Peshawar, where
the Harlowes and Garforth will live]

[and then to Mardan where
Ashton will serve in the Guides]

An interesting young man.

Ashton?

Um, very.

Too unusual for my taste.

Mr. Garforth, now,
he's a truly handsome man,

and such charm.

I'm sure he spends a
lot of time

in front of his
looking glass, though.

I shouldn't wonder.

It's too bad he's in trade.

I saw you coming out or that
mosque with your Pathan chum.

In fact I'd have given the game away

if Edith Viccary hadn't
dug me in the ribs.

Perhaps she thought it was
none of your damn business.

My dear fellow.
You can do whatever you like,

go to hell in your own way,

but you're not in England, now,
you're back in India.

And if you don't play the
game according to the rules...

and nobody knows where they are...

Don't be such a pompous prig, George.

My Hindu foster-mother, Sita,
thought that all Pathans were barbarians.

Robbers, murders and
cattle thieves.

Yes, they'd lead me into bad ways.

She fought tooth-and-nail
with Koda Dad.

Who's Koda-dad when
he's at home?

Zarin's father. The master
of horse at Gulkote.

When I began to work
as servant to Lalji,

Sita and I lived with
him for several years.

He treated me like his own son.

How interesting.

But, of course,
he was Muslim.

But eventually Sita and he
hammered out a compromise.

I was brought up a Hindu one week
and a Muslim the next.

Oh, but on Fridays
I was always a Muslim.

How did you manage?

Oh, I let it all wash over me.

When I really wanted to pray.

Don't laugh.

I prayed to the mountains.

I'm not laughing.

Sounds to me like a most
unsatisfactory upbringing.

Not very British... huh.

Sounds fascinating to me.

This is where Ash
says goodbye.

I'm afraid so.

May I call on you?

But of course.

But with all the unpacking
and settling in.

Well, perhaps, next month.

Oh I doubt that you'll get leave
before Christmas, but uh...

look us up then.

I'll do that.

Well... goodbye.

Goodbye Mr. Pelham-Martyn.

Goodbye and...
good luck, Ash.

Thank you.

Bye Ashton.

Bye.

Don't think I won't take
advantage of your absence

given half a chance.

Why Mr. Garforth!

Turn... eyes right!

Eyes... front!

You looking for someone?

Yes.

You've found him.

And a thankless task he's got,
if I say so myself.

Wigram Battye.

Ashton Pelham-Martyn.

Good Lord, yes, expecting you.
Forgotten all about you.

Now, what was the first name?

Ashton...

Well, Pelham-Martyn.

Bit of a curious egg, isn't it?

Your report from the
Royal Military Academy.

First rate in part.

They seem to detect
a streak of wildness in you.

Well, that can be no bad thing out here,
providing it's kept in check.

I'd say your biggest problem will be

to resist getting
over-familiar with your men.

It's immaterial whether
they like you or not.

Their lives and yours, for that matter,
depend upon you earning their respect.

End of paijol.

You have the look of your uncle.

Did you know him, sir?

Yes.

We were at Derri Ridge together.

Along with Wigram's brother, Quentin.

Hell of a good soldier, your uncle.

Hell of a nice man.

Dismissed to your troop, Ash.

Charge!

Pull down....
....reload.

[Ash laughs and converses

[ with his men in native tongue. ]

Accused admits that while on sentry
duty he mistook the missionary

for a horse thief and fired at him.
Fortunately he missed.

Detachment commander
sentence, subject to confirmation

15 days loss of pay and detention.

Do you accept that?

Yes... Colonel Sahib.

Very well, sentence confirmed.
Dismissed!

Sahib!

Right... turn!

Quick march!

As a matter of interest, Ashton,
how did you arrive at that?

Two days for firing at the missionary, sir.

The rest for bad marksmanship.

Thank you, lieutenant.

We shall have to watch
that young man.

His men think the world of him.
They'd follow him anywhere.

Very good. Let's hope he never
has to choose between them and us.

Just because he was born out here?
Dozens of us were.

Yes, but,.. uh,... we weren't
brought up to believe

we were Indian
until we were eleven.

That's the difference.

[Lord, forgive three sins
that are due to my human limitations]

[Thou art everywhere,
but I worship Thee here]

[Thou art without form,
but I worship Thee in these forms]

[Thou needest no praise, yet I
offer Thee these prayers and salutations]

[Lord, forgive three sins that
that are due to my human limitations]

What are these?

They're called churches.

They're sort of symbolic tombs,

raised on the spot where
the body of an infant

Hindu has been burned.

The really ornate ones usually signify
that his wives have become suttee.

Suttee.

Were burned alive with him.

Oh, horrible.

Oh, I don't know.

If you believe you
have several lives,

why not terminate one
of them a bit early?

Actually it's considered
a very devout act

conferring great honor
on all concerned.

It's barbaric!

It's history.

We've abolished it.

Anyway, I have something much
more immediate for you to worry about.

How many dances are
you going to give me tonight?

It depends.

On what?

On how I feel and
what the competition is.

[Boxing Day Ball at
the Peshawar Club]

I must say I feel a bit
like a fish out of water.

Why do you say this?

Well, I've just recently
joined a Regiment, actually,

What is you Regiment?

It's in the Mardan.

If you're going to
talk to me... look at me.

I beg your pardon, but

I just daren't take my eyes off Belinda,

otherwise Gorgeous George will
pinch her for the next dance.

Now is your chance.

I'll take care of Gorgeous George.

Thank you. Thank you.

Belinda.

Do I know you?

Mr. Ashton Pelham-Martyn.

Sir Andrew Podmore-Smyth.

Sir.

Delighted.

Here he is.

Good evening, sir.

Husband in the back-
of-beyond as usual.

I'm afraid so.

Back again, eh Garforth?

To claim you a dance.
How nice.

Well.. uh.. mine, I think.

Pray don't concern
yourselves about me.

Let's sit this one out.

Did Edith put you up to that?

Certainly not.

She volunteered.

Poor George.

Yes, he was a bit
miffed, wasn't he?

You needn't look so
pleased about it.

I hate him dancing with you.

He's only had one dance.
You've had four.

I hate anyone dancing with you,
come to that.

Well, that's very unfair of you.

Very sweet.

[Belinda's mother]

Mrs. Harlowe, may I
have the next dance?

Thank you.

"Whatever else you are,
be just."

"Do as you would
be done by."

"That means you must
never be unfair to anyone."

"Never."

"Not under any
circumstances."

"Not to anyone."

That's almost all that I can
remember my father saying to me.

Mind you, he was pretty
much out of his depth, poor man.

My mother died when
I was born, you see.

Sita was my wet nurse
in any case, and

I rather suspect he was
thankful that she and the

other servants more
or less adopted me.

It absolved him from having
to do anything except

harangue me occasionally.

Then he got cholera.

The whole camp did.

Sita and I were the
only ones to survive.

That's how she became
my foster-mother.

She built a hedge of thorns around
our tent to keep away the sick.

Held me in her arms
and sang to me.

I can still hear the sound of
hyenas and jackals

quarrelling and snarling
over the dead.

And the croaking and flapping
of gorged vultures in the trees.

Then you had to escape
from the Indian mutiny.

I think you'd better let me
have another dance

before I get thoroughly maudlin.
Wouldn't you say?

I never liked snakes much ever since
they tried to kill Prince Lalji with one.

Who tried to kill him?

The old Rajah's second wife, with the
help of a sadistic courtier named Biju Ram.

She wanted her own son
on the throne, Nandu.

Luckily I unwittingly foiled her plan.

So you stopped it?

Yes, a couple of times.

So, of course they
decided to kill me,

and we had to
run for our lives.

You and what's-her-name?

Sita.

And, of course, you
could never go back,

even if you'd wanted to.

Not while anyone who'd
remember me is still alive.

Come along.

It's a wonderful tradition, it's
meant to bring you lots of luck.

You've got a good day.

As many as your
shoulders will bear.

My foster-mother, Sita, told me
about a valley in the mountains.

I suppose it must
have been her home.

Where she was born.

We were going to go there,

build a house,

plant fruit trees,

with a cow and a goat.

Trouble is she never
told me where it was.

You poor dear.

You have had a life
and a half, haven't you?

Permission refused.

But, I'm perfectly
able to support a wife.

You're may be perfectly able to support
a whole dammed hareem, for all I care.

You still can't get married
without my permission,

and I have no intention of giving
it to you before you're thirty.

May I ask why, sir.

Because that's how long it
takes you to learn your trade.

Good God, boy!

You should be thankful
to have another few years

before you saddle yourself
with petticoats and perambulators.

However... if you insist on
playing husband and fathers

I'm prepared to accept
your resignation from the Guides.

But that's not fair, sir!

It may not be fair,
but it's the only choice you'll get,

and while you're thinking about it you can
take your troop and collect taxes that

the body villagers have
seen fit to withhold!

Be ready to leave in an hour.

The adjutant will give
you the details.

Sir!

Bit of a tough one for
his first time out, isn't it?

Do him good.

After all that
toodle-faking.

All right.

Give him Zarin Kahn in
case he gets into trouble.

Very good, Sir.

[Sentry sees one man
approaching on horseback]

[Sentry calls village chief]

[Chief scoffs at a single
soldier riding into his camp]

Salaam, Sahib.

I'm come to collect the taxes
that are due the government of India.

You will no doubt wish
to see my authorization.

Here it is.

[Ashton understands his words]

[Volley of gunfire shots]

Not half as foolish as you will be
if you use that thing.

Tell your people to
throw down their arms.

[Additional volley of shots]

Pay your taxes when
they are due in future.

You shall not be let off
so lightly next time.

Zarin Kahn

[two members from a feuding tribe]

[stealing rifles from Zarin's encampment]

Good morning, Sahib.

Uh, Gul Bas.

I brought you the mail.

Uh! Usual bloody rubbish, is it?

Except there is, uh,
a personal one.

[This note refers to Belinda.]

It's impossible!

Gul Bas, saddle my
horse immediately.

[Zarin sees dead soldier
and sounds the alarm]

Ashton, what are
you doing here?

Is it true that
you are to be married?

You shouldn't have come.

Ato shouldn't have
let you in.

Are you going to marry
this Podmore, what's his name?

You mean Sir Ambrose
Podmore-Smyth, yes,

not that it's any
of your business.

You were in love with me!

Just because I let
you kiss me, once.

A gentleman would have
forgotten that,

not tried to use it
to his advantage.

Are you trying to pretend
to be in love with a man

who's old enough
to be your father?

He's not. How dare
you say that.

He's a man of the world,

someone I can rely upon
and look up to.

Not some silly, callow boy.

I'm sorry, Ashton, but it makes me
wild when people say things like that.

Andrews understands me.
He's kind and generous,

and everybody says he's
bound to become a governor.

Might even
become viceroy.

Then he must be rich.

Why, yes, he is.

He gives me such
lovely presents. Look!

I suppose I've been
doing it, too.

Inventing what I wanted
like poor old George.

Don't you mention
that name in this house.

We've just found out
the truth about him.

What are you talking about?

His mother was a half-caste.

Does that matter?

But, of course, it matters!

Don't think I'm not going to wait
until someone else finds out

to make us a laughing stock.

I shall tell everyone
I suspected it all along

and trapped him into admitting it.

Thank you.

Ah... Go on Edith.

Why don't you have one?

Oh, George.

Don't you think
you've had enough?

You know... Edith...
you're the only person

here worth talking to.

Good morning, Mrs. Viccary.

Ash!

Hello, George.

Forgive me, I...

I have to meet my husband for lunch.

Mrs. Viccary.

I envy him.
Your husband.

She's the one person
I wanted to talk to, I...

Stop, for goodness sake.

Come on, you clown,
before they throw you out.

You bloody snobs,

sitting around here listening!

Come on, have some more.

Oh, God, what am I going to do?

Well, don't tell me
you, too, thought

you were engaged to Belinda?

I never really stood a chance.

I don't have any money.

I... I suppose that's why
I told her all those stories

about my rich relations.

I never thought she'd take
it that way if she found out.

Found out what?

My mother was a...
was a half-caste.

Illegitimate.

The daughter of a
bazaar woman.

Who cares what your
mother was or wasn't.

You are you, aren't you?

Oh, Ash. You'll never understand.
You don't know what it's like.

No one in there spoke to me.

Except Mrs. Viccary.

The rest just looked and
whispered and sniggered.

That's because you
were drunk as a skunk.

No one need hear anything if you don't
lose your head and you keep quiet.

You really think so?

You really think
it won't get out?

I.. I don't think I
could bear it if it did.

If it does,... I sh...
honestly now,

if it does...
What would do if you were me?

I'd shoot myself.

Come on, George.

What has happened... is a stain
upon the honor of your company.

It is the judgment of this pantreat.

That you remove every article of
equipment and uniform

that is the property
of the Corps,

and that you should return
it to the quartermaster,

and that you should not let us
see your faces again

until you have returned
with the stolen rifles.

Now go.

Party... left turn!

Quick march.

Dismiss the parade!
Parade dismissed!

He can't do this!

It's been decided
according to custom.

What's it got to do with them?
It's not their fault.

They belong to the same clan.

At amchain removed.

It's a question of honor.

Dilasah let his clan down.

His own clan will be
able to read his mind.

Pick up his trail.

And in a couple of days or so
they'll be back with the rifles.

Thus saving their
honor and ours.

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong is they've been
punished and publicly disgraced

for something that has
nothing to do with them.

It's simply not fair!

That's enough.

This need not have happened

if you'd gone after the
culprit straightaway

instead off chasing of to
harass some wretched gal

who's had the great, good sense
to decide to marry someone else.

And don't come exhibiting your
bleeding heart to me.

But sir, it's downright unjust!

If it's justice you want, you can
do a month's duty as orderly officer

for damned impertinence.

Gross incompetence!

Sheer sentimentality.

Large whisky.

Say, have you heard the news
about that fellow Garforth?

No, no, I don't want to.

I know he was your rival,
but aren't you being a bit callous?

Personally, I found it quite a shock

To hear he's a half-caste?

Was he?

Are you sure?
It didn't look it.

Then what are you
talking about?

Well, it seems he bought
a couple of bottles of brandy

from the Club
the other afternoon.

Went home.
Drank them both.

It doesn't surprise me.

And then he blew
his brains out.

I had it on good authority,
from Billy Craddock.

I have no idea why.

I have.

I told him...

Shit!

Well, I say, you can't talk
like that in the mess, Ashton

If you must spout filth, go and
do it somewhere else, will you?

Very well... I'm going.

Why that silly young ass.

I'll see somebody gives
him a talking in the morning.

We don't want you.

You cannot live
as one of us, Sahib.

Did I not live as one of you
for seven years?

This is not your quarrel, Ashok.

I am your blood brother, Zarin.

Abahd!

Who is he?

Zarin.

Zarin Kahn?

He, he.

What do you want?

Why are you here?

Where is Dilasah?

Dilasah?

Yes, Dilasah Kahn.

Where is he?

Dilasah Kahn.

We've come for our rifles.

[extensive gunfire]

Ashad!

I'm all right.

Get those bloody rifles.

[further gunshots]

[continued gunfire]