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I think I want to go home now.

Tell her I really will run away with
her if that's what she wants.

Khush-amadeed. I am giving
you my trusted man from Baitar.

People look up to him around here.

Vote for Congress!
Vote for Congress!

Saeeda Bai does not want you
to marry Tasneem. Just leave.

You know Lata?
Yes. I hope to marry her.

She is not my sister.
She is your sister.

Oh, don't be mean! Don't you ever
use that word for me again!

SHE LAUGHS
Where is Firoz?

Where is he hiding? Come on.

Put it down!

GROANING

RUMBLING

BRAKES SCREECH

Bhai Sahab... Banaras.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

Sir, arrest me, please.

My name is Maan Kapoor,
son of Mahesh Kapoor,

and I have killed my best friend.

FAINT BREATHING

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Nawab, sir.

Will he live?

His chances are fairly good.

The only concern now is infection.

I only hope they get
whoever did this.

Has he said anything about that?

He said a lot, none of it coherent.

He seemed very concerned about
his sister. His sister?

He is young and strong.

You must have hope, Nawab Sahib.

HE MUMBLES QUIETLY

HE SOBS

God forgive me.

Vote for! Zindabaad!
Vote for!

And perhaps by the next election,
you'll be standing as a candidate
yourself.

My friend Malati is involved
with our student socialist party.

She likes to be right in the thick
of things.

And you prefer to be an observer.

But a clever young woman like you,
what do YOU want to do?

I thought perhaps teaching
literature, like you.

But in school, not university.

Of course, Ma would want more than
anything else to see me married.

Ah! There's the rub.

Lata...the key to a good marriage

is to find a man who will give you
the space to grow.

Such men are not commonly found,
but do exist.

Bye, Lata.

"Dear Haresh, I didn't
mean for my words to offend you.

"I am still in Calcutta with
the family.

"If you're here during the holidays,
please do call upon us.

"Affectionately, Lata."

Did you bet on the winner?
Need you ask?

Everyone else has all the luck.
Bloody fool.

Varun is not a fool,
or he would not have been

interviewed for the
Indian Administrative Service!

Mm-hm-hm!

Maybe it's a clerical error.

And don't you know it's bad manners
to read at the table? You do it.

Bye, apa. Oh, my God!

What is it?

Pran. Mm. Your brother has been
arrested.

What? There, take a look.

What is it?

What happened?

We will have to leave for Brahmpur
immediately.

The idiot, the poor,
unthinking crazy idiot!

Ma, Baoji has always said...

Ma, Lata, no need for you to
come... Of course we'll come.

We'll all travel together.

Maan has brought disgrace upon
the whole family.

What will happen to you now? Ma...

HE MOUTHS SILENTLY

I'll book the train tickets.

SHOUTING, CLAMBERING

I'm sorry, Baba.

How is Firoz?

Alive. For now.

Have you spoken to him?

His father has cut off all
connection between our families.

What did you expect?
Are you very angry with me, Baoji?

I am fighting the election.

He'll have a fair trial.

He can't expect special favours
because of who he is.

Ma?

Oh, Pran!

THEY CHANT:

Maan Kapoor.

Shh!

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

Come here.

Pran. I need to see Saeeda. Please.

It's impossible, Maan.

She's a material witness in the case
and can never see you.

How can I tell her I'm sorry
for what I did?

Even if Firoz lives, attempted
murder carries a life sentence.

Forget her.

Vote for me.

Socialist Party.

You see my name here, Khan,
just below yours.

Kapoor.

Socialist Party.

SHE BREATHES ROUGHLY

Ma?
SHE COUGHS

Ma? Ma?!

Ma.

PRAYER READ IN SANSKRIT

They have denied permission for Maan
to come, Baoji.

PRAYER CONTINUES

SHE CONTINUES READING PRAYER

Ma.

Ma is gone.

She's gone.

SOBBING

DISTANT SCREAM, SOBBING

Agarwal? You understand
the situation he is in.

Bent in a filthy cell.

You are a father too.

He wasn't even allowed to shave
his head for his mother's cremation.

Sorry. Purposes of identification.

It wasn't appropriate on my part
to intervene.

"My Dearest Lata, I am sorry for
being upset about a word you used,

"which I realise in retrospect
you did not intend as I took it."

Oh, forget it!

"My Dearest Lata.

"With the passing of time,
I realise I was in the wrong.

"Forgive me for ending New Year's
Day in such an unpleasing manner."

Oh, bloody hell.

MOTOR STARTS

"My Dearest Lata.

"The feelings I have for you
increase every day,

"and unlike my shoes, do not take
Saturday and Sunday off.

"Please write to me.
Your very own, Haresh."

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Hello, Lata.

Oh. Hello.

Our speaker today is not
the least of those who merged

the vigour of the West with
a sensibility distinctly Indian,

a sensibility both sensuous

and sensual, sensible and sensitive.

CHUCKLING

Mr Chatterji.
CROWD APPLAUD

The Fever Bird.

The fever bird sang out last night.

I could not sleep, try as I might.

My brain was split, my spirit raw.

I looked into the garden,

saw the shadow of the amaltas shake
slightly on the moonlit grass.

APPLAUSE

Thank you.

Beautiful...

Hello...

Hello, Lata.

How do you know Amit Chatterji?

Everything he does is
directed at you. That's rubbish.

Look at him now.

I'm the only person he knows here,
apart from Pran.

Amit's my brother-in-law. Oh.

He's my brother Arun's
brother-in-law.

That's why I saw him
outside your house in Calcutta.

When did you come to Calcutta?
I came and I went.

I ran out of courage to see you.

I imagine you had plenty of
opportunity to meet him there.

Did you go for long walks with
him in Calcutta?

Sometimes. Did he read you his
poems? Yes, sometimes.

I suppose you went boating at
dawn with him, too!

Kabir, what is this,
an interrogation?

Does he write you letters as well?

What if he did? What if he does?

What are you doing?
Are you trying to make me jealous?

Please let me go, Kabir.

THEY CHATTER INDISTINCTLY

The trouble with an election is
that we elect the ones who seem the

least like the last lot, and then

they turn out to be exactly the
same.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

Well, not YOUR father, of course.

You know, sometimes I wish
I were a cockroach.

A cockroach? Why?

I wouldn't be wondering whether I'd
get a promotion.

Or worrying about my father
getting elected.

Or my poor brother getting
convicted.

Or whether I'll live to see my
daughter grow up.

Cockroaches don't have these
concerns.

Don't talk like that.

It's not like you
at all and...it's upsetting.

All right. I'll try to be
careful about what I say

in my own house
and with my own family.

I think I need a drink.
I'll help you.

Don't drink any more.

I'm just on edge.

It's all right.

You know, I quite pity you. Why?

Because you'll never know what

a pleasure it is to
be in your company.

Do stop talking like this -
they are all waiting for us outside.

In that case, will you marry me?

Quick! Before they come. Say yes.

Was it a family heirloom?

I suppose I'll have to wait.

I thought I could surprise you into
agreeing.

I do like you.

The trouble is, I can't take
anything you say seriously.

And I don't think you can either.

Now, why are we kneeling here facing
each other like Japanese dolls?

Ma will come in any minute.

THEY CHANT

That bastard Waris.

HE READS NOTICE
OUT LOUD

This ignoble business, this is not
what our family stands for.

What have we done
to my friend's family?

DOOR OPENS

Lata.

Pran said he thought you
would like to see me.

Is it all right? Yes.

I thought everybody would
have given up on me.

Of course we haven't.

What a beautiful Gardenia.

Is that from my mother's garden?

May I?

Is it very terrible here?

No, it's fine.

It's fine.

It's quite peaceful here.

And the guards tell you what to do
and you do it.

You don't have to think about
anything.

But what about you? What's going on?

Ma wants me to marry a shoemaker.

Meenakshi wants me
to marry her brother.

What about the other one?
The cricketer?

The handsome boy. What's he like?

He's very much about his own dreams.

He's very...passionate.

That's what got me where I am now.

Passion.

How do we know?

I haven't been a very good son,
you know, but my father...

..he really loves me.

He wants the best for me.

Just like my mother.

He's changed.

He's trying to find a different
way to live now.

And I think I should, too.

What does that mean?

Giving up thinking of Kabir.

Do you know those lines
that go - "There are

"two kinds I believe,
of human attraction."?

"One that merely excites,
unsettles and makes you uneasy."

The other - he talks about
the calmer, less frantic love.

Which helps you to grow where
you are already growing.

When I am with Kabir or even
away from him,

I become utterly useless for
anything.

I don't want to become a wreck.

REPORTER: India has been holding her
first General Election.

The biggest the world has ever seen.

UPBEAT MUSIC

CHATTER

MUSIC CONTINUES

Have you been to vote, Billy?
I didn't bother.

What's the point? Well, you know,
I thought I should.

But without much enthusiasm, eh?

I know how you feel, old boy.

Historic day, I don't think.

Frankly, between you and me,
things were managed much better

when the British were in charge.

Well, they are not here any more.
Cheers.

REPORTER: It's a three-month affair

and Mr Nehru, who's travelled
thousands of miles through

the country, has of course been
campaigning for Congress, as well

as urging the people to exercise
their new democratic right to vote.

Mahesh Kapoor. Congress Party.

15,575 votes.

THEY CHEER LOUDLY

Shant, shant! Shant, shant!

Waris Khan, Independent.

16,522 votes.

THEY CHEER

Congratulations.

CHEERING

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

MAHESH: To add to my humiliation,
Congress has won everywhere else.

Not that I'm not happy about that.

Will you remain in politics?

I'm not sure.

I think I've lost heart.
Don't worry, Baoji.

God brings relief to those
who suffer. Maan,

you may be shut away here for the
rest of your life.

Certainly for the rest of mine.

CELL DOOR OPENS

I deserve no less.

SHOUTING, CLANGING

Shut up!

The court is in session.

The knife wound was here.

The blade penetrated the body to
a depth of four inches,

almost severing the large intestine.

I call Nawabzada Firoz
Ali Khan of Baitar.

Nawabzada Firoz Ali Khan!

Would you tell us
in your own words what

happened on the night
of the 1st of January?

I went to Saeeda Bai's house to
deliver an invitation for her

to sing at Baitar house.

The maid was just showing me out,
when I heard a commotion

and raised voices.

The maid and I hurried in to
Saeeda Bai's room

and I saw her there with my

friend, Maan Kapoor.

He was holding a fruit knife.

I went towards him but stumbled
and fell on the knife.

LOUD MURMURING

What? What was that?

I stumbled and fell on the knife.

It was an accident.

This is not what you said
in your statement to the police.

I was ill and confused when I
spoke to the police.

Now I am better, I remember things
much more clearly.

Do you realise that the accused has
confessed to the crime?

He was quite drunk at the time.

I suppose he thought he had done it.

You may leave the witness box,
Mr Khan.

Your next witness, Mr Gupta.

I call Saeeda Bai Firozabadi.

It was, as the Nawabzada said.

An unfortunate accident.

MURMURING

GAVEL BANGS

In the absence of any evidence that
this was anything but an unfortunate

accident...there is no case.

I am therefore compelled to find the
accused not guilty on both counts.

GAVEL BANGS

All rise.

It was my father's idea.

SHE SINGS

THEY SING

Kon aaya?

..kon aaya!

Haresh, what a surprise!

Lata! Lata!

It was all a bit last-minute,
Mrs Mehra. Come in, Haresh.

What will you have? Tea? Lata!

Oh.

Hello.

Will you excuse us, Haresh?

Savita and I have some things to do
in the other room?

Yes, of course.

I... I wanted to apologise for my

rudeness when we last saw
each other.

I shouldn't have been so quick
to take offence.

I felt bad about upsetting you.

I really didn't mean anything...
I know. I know.

How have you been? How is work?
And, please...

Very good. The Goodyear Welted
line is going from strength to

strength and I am in line for a
promotion.

Also, I've persuaded the management
that we can outsource

some of the work to Brahmpur,
hence my presence here.

And on a personal note,
I have given up paan.

Oh. I've been made aware that your

family think it an
unattractive habit.

I never said anything. I know.

But I can tell. And actually, I
think you are right about that.

I'm glad I've put it behind me.

I know that, uh...

..you don't return my feelings.

Your brother has made that very
clear to me.

I...

..I haven't come to pester you,
Lata.

I...I just wanted to apologise for

my stupid outburst last time we met.

Now I have to go and complete my
work in time

to catch the five o'clock train.

Haresh, what did you
mean about my brother...?

I suppose, uh...

I suppose we may never meet again...

..so I want to wish you every
happiness in your life.

Goodbye. Haresh!

I am in Brahmpur for a conference,
representing Bentsen & Pryce.

Quite a responsibility, as
you can imagine.

Arun, could I have a private
word with you?

There's something I'd like to
ask you about.

Where else would you turn for advice
but to your elder brother?

Come.

Did you tell Haresh I don't
want to see him any more?

I did. For your own good, Lata.

Did he write to me at your address?

The question was settled,
so that's beside the point.

Did he write to me? Did he?

As a matter of fact, he did.

You never sent me his letters.
So what did you do with them?

I destroyed them, of course.

That was a horrible thing to do!

I will overlook that remark.

Mr Khanna may have some good
qualities, but he is utterly
unsuitable.

For a start, English is very
far from being his first language.

Secondly, society matters.

Compare him with Meenakshi
and Amit, whose father

and grandfather have been
High Court judges.

Does that sort of thing
really matter?

Honestly, Lata, a COBBLER

who chews paan?

He gave that up, to please me.

And that makes everything all right,
I suppose!

Do you know, it's a funny thing,
the more you say against him,

the more I realise how much I...

What? What are you doing?

Where are you going?

CHATTER

What are you doing here?
Has something happened?

I wanted to say... What?

Yes. Yes?

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes.

WHISTLE BLOWS

You should go. Never!

I will write.
Well, I should hope so!

TRAIN WHISTLE TOOTS

Au revoir, Lata!

SHE RECITES PRAYER IN OWN LANGUAGE

Ma.

I see you've found my place.

Your father used to come here, too.

Did you like how
I proposed to Haresh?

On a train station platform.

It's like something
out of one of your silly novels.

Malati thinks I'm absolutely mad.

She says, "Trust you to do just
what Mummy says."

Is that why you did it, Lata?
Because Mummy says?

Does it matter? For you, Lata,
it matters more than anything.

You must choose for yourself.

He really loves me, Ma.

He's so real.
His feet touch the ground.

I'm even getting used
to his corresponding shoes!

No-one can be sure
of what the future will be.

I've known that since we lost Daddy.

Are you pleased, Ma?

I am!

Of course I am!

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Namaskar!

Ma? What do you think?

Chalo ab, Varun,
one last stop for today, hm.

Namaskar, dada!

My daughter is getting married.

Something a little delicate. Hm.

HE SINGS SOFTLY

Yes, something like this. You can
deliver to my son's house,

and he will bring it with him
to Brahmpur for the wedding.

And the address is?

Mr Arun Mehra. He's a manager
at Bentsen & Pryce, you know.

It will suit Lata. I know this name.

Get me those boxes.

Here, your daughter-in-law
brought in some medals a little

while ago. She wanted them melted
down to make a pair of earrings?

Yes.

Such fine workmanship.

Precious things should
remain in the family.

Consider it a gift, you can
take them.

MUSIC PLAYS

PRAYER IN SANSKRIT

PRAYER CONTINUES

Where is Maan? He should be here?

CHEERING AND CLAPPING

THEY CHEER

THEY LAUGH AND WHOOP

DISTANT CHEERING

Will they be happy?

Who knows?

LOUD CHEERING

Congratulations.

What a fiasco.

Those shabby fellows there are the
bridegroom's family, I presume.

And who are those white people in
cheap suits?

The Czechs from Praha, I suppose.
Oh, pipe down, Arun. What?

I think you heard what I said.

Your brother is so handsome in his
suit, isn't he?

I beg your pardon?
Some men are late bloomers.

Just think, now you can boast a
brother that works in the

Indian Administrative Services.

Why, hello, Kalpana.

And how is my Iron Frame of India?

All the better for it.
Congratulations. You made it.

I really have no idea how.

Kalpana, my dear.

Oh, Ma. Isn't this all just lovely?

I am forever indebted to you for
finding Haresh.

But never mind about Varun.

Meenakshi...

Hello. Why, hello!

Varun, I must say...

SHE CLEARS THROAT
Varun...

Excuse me a moment.
Just a little word.

Yes, Ma. You too will marry a girl
I choose.

Yes, of course, Ma.

Not one like that.

A suitable girl. That is
what your daddy would have wanted.

Lats. Don't forget what I told you.

Big thrills on your wedding night!

THEY LAUGH

Enjoy the boing-boing!

I love you, bitiya. Khyal rakhna.
Bye, Ma.

Bye. Bye-bye, Mrs Khanna. Bye!

Be good to each other.

Varun!

Take good care of her.

Varun! Aa jao!

SUDDEN CLUNK

TRAIN SCREECHES