All language subtitles for The.River.1951.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

In India,
to honor guests on special occasions...

Women decorate the floors
of their homes with rice flour and water.

With this rangoli, we welcome you
to this motion picture...

Filmed entirely in India, in bengal...

Where the story really happened.

It is the story of m y first lo ve...

About growing up
on the banks of a wide river.

First love must be the same anyplace...

And it might ha ve been
in america, eng/and..

New Zealand or timbuktu.

Though they do not, of course,
have rivers in timbuktu.

But the fla vor of m y story
would have been different in each...

And the flavor of the people
who live by the river...

Would have been different.

J'j'

J'j'

J'j'

It was one of the many holy rivers.

Its waters came from
the eternal snows of the himalayas...

And emptied into the bay of bengal

the river had its own life...

Fishes and porpoise,
turtles and birds...

And people who were born
and lived and died on it.

It fio wed s/o w/y between
banks of mud and white sand..

Rice fields and jute fields.

The jute grew in fiat marshes...

Nourished by monsoon fioods.

Country boats of all shapes and sizes
brought the jute to the factories.

Some of them came fiom as faraway
as assam and chittagong...

And the borders of Burma...

Through the winding arteries
of the delta.

The workmen carried their heavy loads.

For each load, a seashell.

So many shells, so many loads.

Jute was the reason we lived in India.

Our whole life depended on it.

My father was in charge
of a jute press.

He was a fi'iendly man...

And after work he always came home
through the bazaar...

Though it was much the longer way

he liked people,
and people liked him.

I want to buy a kite.

That's fine.

How much? — four Anna.

The days fol/o wed
one another in the even tenor of bengal

along the river were vrllages
and people living and working...

Content in their traditions which
had not changed for thousands of years.

In the dry season,
when the river was low...

Lazy buffalo grazed
just outside our garden wall.

J“ hi-ho, the derry-o
the farmer's in the Dell j“

come on, you little frogs.
Come and get 'em.

- Here, bogey boy. That's for you.
- — Daddy! Daddy!

We were five children —
Four girls and my brother boge y ..

The only male among us females.

Our family was very much
like any other family

still, / think living in India
gave us a special fia vor.

Of course, in the family
we included nan, our nurse...

A few fiiends, our servants
and se vera/ pets.

There was always chattering,
laughter, piano music, songs.

Time slipped away unnoticed

ducky.

Bogey, come back and learn
your spelling like Elizabeth.

I don't like spelling.
I like turtles.

One day you'll have to learn
how to spell.

Imagine a man who couldn't go to office
and sign letters and read the newspaper.

I don't want to be any of those men.

Bogey's best fiiend was kanu.

They had a life separate fiom ours.

Boge y didn't like toys.
He played with lizards and turtles.

All wrapped up in hoppity,
her rabbit, was little I/ictoria.

Victoria, what are you doing to hoppity?

Hoppity is my baby.
He's just been born.

But you had it born last week.

Babies can be born again
and again, can't they?

And then there was Valerie.

But she wasn't one of us.

Her father owned the jute press.

She'd been to school in england
they were iich.

She was an only child
and came every day to play with us.

- Good afternoon, sir and madam.
- — hello.

- — Hello, Valerie.
- How are your mother and father?

Very well, thank you.

My sisters were much younger.

The twins, mufiy and mouse...

- And Elizabeth, the pianist.
- — oh!

Good heavens!

Whose filthy little children are those?

Yours.

Mother. She was beautiful.

She lo ved music.

And there was also ram Singh,
the children's fiiend and protector.

He was a sikh fiom the punjab —
— j'j'

And before being our gateman
he'd been a Valiant soldier.

But nan was the bridge to life...

Bringing us back
fiom dreams to reality...

Fiom reality to dreams.

Harriet! Come here.

I found your shoes
in the middle of the stairs.

But, nan, the grass tickles my toes
and makes me think.

You'll get hookworm.
Why can't you be obedient like Elizabeth?

It's easy for her to be good.
She is good.

Nan — always filling
our heads with tales of romance...

Setting the stage for the arrival of lo ve.

And / see myself...

An ugly duckling
determined to be a swan.

“Saw roses red
that comforted her heart...

And saw their crimson petals
plop apart.”

Then, as the ii ver brought e veiything...

It brought a young man
on the weekly steamer.

Harriet! Valerie!

He's come! — Who?

The American! Mr. John's cousin.

I had a string
in my cup of tea this morning.

I knew. It's always right.
Come. Let's have a look at him.

- Come on, Harriet.
- Shh. Not so loud.

Don't leave me.
Don't leave me behind.

- — They're looking at something.
- Somebody's coming.

Perhaps it's nan's stranger.

I hope nan's stranger plays bridge.

Look.

Hey. Get down. Get down.
Don't let him see you.

Elizabeth. Elizabeth, come down.

Get down.

We knew very little about him...

But nan had told us
he was coming fiom ameiica...

To visit his cousin,
our neighbor, Mr. John.

His name was also John.

Captain John.

- He's beautiful.
- Men can't be beautiful.

Yes, they can.

What kind destiny to have brought
him all alone right to our doorstep.

Usually visitors fiom abroad
were old and married

another redhead.

Harriet, one. Valerie, two.
Now there's three.

That means trouble.

As they disappeared into Mr. John's yard..

We thought that he had a slight limp.

Nan, do you know what?
He's only got one leg.

He's got two legs. I saw them.

You little silly.
One's a pretending one.

Valerie, if you come now,
we shall stop working and start talking.

Well, let's hear from you.

- Captain John was wounded in the war.
- Father was wounded too.

- A leg's worse than an eye.
- An eye's worse than a leg.

- I love a hero.
- Heroes don't have pretending legs.

Ah, with one leg he'll get
double pension. And in dollars too.

It's so romantic.

I saw a spider this morning.
That's lucky.

- How could it be lucky?
- Spiders' legs — that mean riches.

But why did he want to come?

Why?

Yes, why?

Children.
Captain John was so brave.

He stayed there in the battle
till his leg was shot off.

Why didn't he stay there
till the other leg was shot off?

Victoria!

If you ask me, he should be invited
to your diwali party.

I write the best.
I'll write a letter for you all.

- — I'll ask Mr. John as well.
- To ask a stranger in April is very bad.

But this isn't April.

I'll sign it
“Valerie and the big house children.”

No. “The big house children and Valerie.”

Wait. I've got to put his name.

“Captain John.”

“The little house.”

Our village, bengal, India,
the eastern hemisphere and the world!

- I'll take it.
- No, I will. It's my house, and it's my party.

Don't leave me out.
Let's all go to the wall and have a look.

For such an
important visit / had to put on my shoes.

The shortest way
was over the garden wall

I 'd taken it many times
to visit Mr. John.

Fascinating expeditions.

Since the death of his wife,
a beautiful hindu woman...

India had absorbed
our neighbor completely

his house was full of Indian fiiends...

Indian books and Indian music.

Often the sound of a vina
came through the open windows.

- — J'j' - And he had a
daughter a little older than /.

Melanie! Melanie! Melanie!

Melanie, you've come at last.

Yes. Finished, Harriet.
No more school.

- — I am grown up now.
- Quick!

- Father! — Melanie, Melanie!

- Father!
- — oh, Melanie, Melanie, Melanie, Melanie!

You look well, but too thin.

You look well...

But too thin.

We've been starving
for the sight of each other.

This is my daughter, Melanie,
home from her convent. Meet your cousin.

- — From america.
- How are you?

- And this is Harriet from the big house.
- — hello, Harriet.

Excuse me. I have to go now.

Would you come a little way with me?

Go with him, Melanie.

I like that Indian greeting more
every time I see it.

It's more graceful than a handshake.

Melanie's mother was an Indian.
One day she'll discover that.

I didn't even know you had a daughter.

In the west you believe we orientals expose
our girl children rather than keep them.

It isn't true.

Anil was a devoted fiiend of Mr. John 's...

And had known Melanie
since they were both children.

He had grown used to the idea
that one day he would marry her...

And he was anxious
to give this girl without caste...

His name and nobility.

Do you mean that
you can't show me one man...

Throwing a rope into the air
and climbing up to disappear?

- — No.
- Tsk, tsk, tsk.

How about the famous Indian bed of nails?
My bed is very comfortable.

- I'm a bad host. —hmm.

I have a letter for you.

It's to ask you
to our diwali party — all of you.

You always give a party for diwali because it's
the beginning of winter, and that's the best time.

Ram Singh has brought the lamps,
and we light them before you come.

Then we have ice cream and fireworks in
the garden, and we wear our new frocks...

And we dance, and mother
makes us gold and silver crowns.

Will you come?

That's all very nice.
But what is diwali?

The hindu festival of lights.

Hundreds and thousands of little lamps
burning everywhere.

J'j'

I can still see the little oil lamps.

”Diwali ” means gar/and of lights.

They're lit in memory of a great war...

The old eternal war
between good and evil

for each life given in this war,
a light is lit.

On the darkest night of October,
millions of lights burn all over India.

J'j'

J'j'

For hindus, all the universe is god

and since god is everywhere,
it is only natural to worship a tree...

A stone, a river.

They all declare the presence
of the one supreme.

At our house we were all excited

Captain John had arrived

we played shy
and ran away into the garden...

Screaming loudly, showing off..

Wildly determined
to attract his attention.

Ne ver before had diwali
seemed so wonderful

j'j'

This is a house of women.

I'm glad you've come to keep us company.
Bogey and I were getting unbearably vain.

If you stay long enough, we'll arrange
a camp and get you a shot at a tiger.

Oh, I should like that very much.

But would the tiger?

We lit the gorgeous I/ishnu chakra...

Ram had chosen for us.

They burst forth
into a fountain of sparks...

And all our emotions burst with them.

It was a fairy tale come true.

Nan was tiiumphant.

Although they were
too young to understand..

Even the little ones
were caught in the spell

Valerie and / pretended
not to be aware of his presence...

But we knew perfectly well
that his eyes were on us.

Hindus believe in one god..

But they worship different symbols
which they regard as the embodiments...

Of virtues and qualities
of the supreme being.

That is why there are many kinds
of temples and images all 0 ver India.

Among these symbols is Kali...

Goddess of eternal destruction
and creation...

Creation being impossible
without destruction.

In our vrllage on that night
there were many Kali pujas.

The great, terrifying Kali
held court in all her magnificence...

And the villagers gathered
to ask protection...

Fiom disease and famine and fire.

For through destruction
of the elements of e vil ..

Good is born.

I ought to be knitting socks
for my next baby...

But I love making fairy crowns.

So many children have socks...

So few have crowns.

[ Continues ]

- Hello, captain. How are you getting on?
- — fine.

[ Continues ]

- Will you dance?
- — no, no, Harriet.

You can't kidnap the captain like that.

That's all right.
I shall be honored.

Little kitten.
— I'm not a little kitten.

Dance with me, Harriet.
I can't bear to be left out.

I'll be the man.
— no, no, no, no. I'll be the man.

[ Continues ]

Will you dance with me?

- — Uh, not right now.
- Come on, daddy. Let's dance.

All right.
Someday you will have children.

Why don't you go
and entertain captain John?

I'm gonna dance with muffy.

Ff

_ I'll wind it up.

[Ffjpo/ka]

- Uh, very pleased to meet you.
- Captain John, you must dance.

- Come on.
- Excuse me.

Well — well, just one more.
One more.

Oh. Berna.

[ Stops ]

Oh. I'll put it on again.

He's going to the veranda.

Let's go.

Won't you come, Melanie?

- Poor boy.
- He isn't a boy.

Antony was a soldier.
He looks like Antony.

He looks like a young prince.

I'm sorry. I was just coming in.
Did you want to go on dancing?

Sometimes I like to dance,
sometimes I don't.

[Waltz]

That's funny.

Usually I hate men.

I often think, “do you know what?
That I ought to be a nun.”

All little kittens think that.

Little kitten.

I went to a party last Christmas,
and they thought I was 18.

What happens
when they think you're 18?

It was very silly.

But I liked it.

You should be very careful, Valerie.

Why?

Mmm, because you're...
A little beautiful.

Beautiful?

Maybe I'm dreaming.

Maybe it's your hair.

- Or your eyes.
- Angel's eyes?

Kitten's eyes.
They turn into cat's.

Come on back
into the other room and dance.

I don't want to dance.
Give me a cigarette.

- She's smoking.
- She's growing up.

We all have to, Harriet. Willy—nilly.

I hate willy—nilly.

J'j'

J'j'

The next day, at setting of the sun...

The symbols of Kali
were taken to the water...

In final iitual

made of Clay taken fiom the river...

Carefully shaped and artfully painted ..

The goddess has accomplished
her manifold tasks.

Pious worship, sweet incense...

And generous offerings
approach their end

on the ii ver and on its banks...

Young and old, rich and poor
pay their last homage to the goddess.

- J'j' - J'j'

Aiisen fiom the bed of the river,
Kali returns to the river.

Clay goes back to Clay.

J'j'

J'j'

My dear. For a moment
I didn't recognize you.

- — You like it?
- I do.

You look so much like your mother.

I'm glad.

I am going to wear a sari always, father.

Always.

Wonderful.

Changed into a pretty little butterfly.

From a grub.

Oh, I do hope I'm loved
as much as Cleopatra.

I shouldn't like to be loved
out loud like Cleopatra.

I should. The louder the better.

I want everyone to know about me...

And I want to be loved
by hundreds of men.

One person's love
is enough for one person.

What person?

What person? Tell me.

Anil is here. He wants particularly
to see you, Melanie.

Go on, Melanie. See him.

Do you want me to see him, father?

I? I don't know.

Now, now. Don't laugh at me. I...

I'm trying to be a practical man.

But you are not a practical man.

If you marry anil,
he can give you so much.

I've put you nowhere.

Suppose I like to be nowhere.

Then let's go out and see him.

- I can't.
- But you see him every day.

I couldn't see him now.

I'd better give the poor young man
a cup of tea.

- Yes, go.

Wouldn't you rather marry an American?

I don't understand them.

J'j'

Show me.

Mother, am I beautiful?

You have an interesting little face,
full of character.

And you have nice eyes and hair.

Why should people be made
some pretty and some ugly?

No one's ugly.

When you really look at them,
the most surprising people are beautiful.

- Look at nan. — nan?

She is nice. Now say hoppity.

Hoppity's delicious.

And so is Victoria.

And bogey has such dear little bones.

You're beautiful, mother.
Of course, you're old.

And Elizabeth.
Of course, she's young.

- Let me look at the other hand.
- And captain John.

Captain John.

Mother, I want to be
outstandingly beautiful.

Beautiful for him.

I didn't realize that this boy
was faced with bitter reality...

That he had no room in his thoughts for
the romantic dreams of a silly little girl

only now do / understand
why he had traveled so far fiom his home.

As many other boys,
he'd been uprooted by the war...

And had become a stranger
to his own people...

Partly their fault and partly his.

He 'd fought bra very,
and the y'd g/oiified him...

Parades, waving fiags, women's smiles.

He 'd been caught
in an exciting, unreal current.

But when a war is ended..

Yesterday's hero
is only a man with one leg.

He was proud
and had run away fiom pity

Father told us that he came
to see him at the jute works.

- — Oh, hello.
- I just want to see how you spend your days.

Well, this is my sweatshop.

What do they do with this stuff?

What do they use jute for anyway?

- Doormats. — vitally important.

Must teach men to wipe their feet.

It's just like beautiful fiaxen hair.
Why don't they keep it like that?

The world would stop.
Think — no string.

The jute didn't interest captain John...

Which surprised father.

The jute works
were very important to my father.

He loved the fibrous jute...

And the ne ver-ending procession of men
carrying it piled on their heads.

Captain John went fiom place to place...

Not kno wing what to do with himself

he wandered along the ii ver...

And on its shores
he found a different life...

A life new to him,
although thousands of years old

everything was peaceful there.

Men meditating under holy trees...

Offering prayers to the sun.

And as e veiywhere and always,
children at their play.

Everyone tranquil
in the security of their faith.

But if captain John thought of religion
as an answer to his unrest...

He did not talk about it.

He stayed within himself..

Asking questions,
but ne ver opening his heart.

And he seemed to be
avoiding us girls and our curiosity

is this your place of meditation?

Meditation is hard work.

I'm too lazy for the big philosophies,
so I invent little ones of my own.

- Such as?
- Oh, digestivism.

There's a magnificent pipal tree.

I look at it and digest what I see.

Didn't you ever do any work?

Oh, I did once,
but I earned too much money.

- You see, I'm rich. — how rich?

Hmm, for you...

For me...

To have so much, I had to learn
not to add but to subtract.

That's a bit of a paradox, isn't it?

A paradox can be true.

Listen. Once two men stood on the middle
of the golden gate bridge.

One jumped off, quietly swam home.

The other didn'tjump and dropped dead.

You think I should learn how to jump?

I'm your cousin, not your teacher.

J'j'

J'j'

I want cobra! I want cobra!

I knew the bazaar intimately.

I knew the stand where they sold
paper garlands and painted cups.

I knew the cloth shops where
endless yards of silk reflected the sun...

The shop with baskets piled high
with many varieties of grains...

Which the housewives grind
to make curry...

The vendors selling chickens and mangoes,
papa yas and coconut milk...

Candies, betel nuts and soda water...

And the cows
which wandered everywhere.

I caught a glimpse of captain John...

Passing the stall
where one could buy beauty

black mai for the eyes...

Red powder for beauty spots
gracing the forehead..

Tiny bottles of perfumed oils
and Jasmine.

And / knew the fortune-teller
who came every week...

With his tale of good luck and riches.

J'j'

I wanted to break through his indifference.

I wanted to impress him...

Tell him that/ was an author, a poet.

Silly girl / couldn't utter a word

j'j'

I wonder what
the other fishes are thinking.

Oh, they just go on swimming,
wiggling, thinking.

They have to. But what must it feel like
right in the middle of your family?

Things do happen.

Ah, they're only fishes.

Only fishes.

Only fishes. Only birds. Only girls.

I would ne ver understand men.

But / guess you have to
accept them as they are...

And / had decided to conquer him.

I'd like to show you something.
It's a secret.

Bogey knows it, and mother knows it too,
and Valerie and nan and ram Singh.

It's a secret. Will you come?

Fine.

- — Hey, I'm a fairy! I'm a fairy!
- J'j'

There. Come on.

Play with nan. Go on.

J'j'

This is my secret place.

These are my poems.

Don't — don't breathe all over it.

“Big river, big river.

And in my river there are pearls.”

Did you write this all by yourself?

Nobody helped you?

Beautiful, Harriet.
— It is, isn't it?

Uh, I'll finish reading them
some other time, huh?

I hate her.

I hate her. I hate her.

He's helping her off
as if she were a grown-up person.

J'j'

Valerie, captain John likes you best.
You can have him.

What? A man with one leg?

Oh, Valerie, you are cruel.

I like to be cruel.

No, I don't, Harriet. I like him.

I sought seclusion fiom my inward
despair on the roof of the house...

And comforted myself fiying kites.

But one day, he suddenly appeared beside me
and helped me to fly the kite.

He was close to me.
It was wonderful

the kite and captain John.

What mingled emotions.

Ff

Ff

I'm going to give you
all my turtles, muffy.

I'm mouse.

There was a pipal tree
in the midst of our garden wall

from its branches grew tentacles
deep into the ground

the tree was like a dwelling...

A lab ynnth where
many mysteries were hidden.

There is one there.
I'm sure there is.

The other side.
That's where they put the milk.

The pipal tree
is sacred to hindus for many reasons.

It was under such a tree that
prince gautama sat in meditation...

And Rose to the highest heights
of enlightenment...

To become the lord Buddha.

Hindu women come
to the tree to worship...

And to pray for the blessing of a son.

J'j'

J'j'

No, it's not very good.
But I like to do it.

It's part of your inheritance
from your mother...

And your grandmother...

And her mother's mother's mother.

Why did you send me
to a western school?

Because you've
a western inheritance too.

It's a puzzle.
I don't know where you belong.

Sometimes I think
I've put you in a frightful position.

Perhaps you never
should have been born.

But I am born.

Someday I shall find out where I belong.

“The river runs, the round world spins.

Dawn and lamplight, midnight, noon.

Sun follows day,
night, stars and moon.

The day ends, the end begins. ”

Lhad written this poem
for captain John.

It didn't sound like any poem /d e ver
read, and/ was afiaid he wouldn't like it.

But / felt alive
and curiously powerful ..

Unconcerned if it were good or bad

I wanted to write more and more —
E verything about the river.

I wanted to tell captain John...

Howpeop/e depended on the river
spiritually as well as physically...

River people and village people...

How jute workers cooled off
in the river after a hard day...

And men washed their clothes...

About old men
warming themselves in the sun...

Children swimming,
splashing in the water...

And others wondering and meditating...

Learning the wisdom of India
on the banks of the river.

I wanted to tell about
the endless, humble daily chores...

And about the skillful mo vements
of the men in their fiail fioating huts...

About the market boats
filled with fiuit and vegetable...

And about fishermen Lea ving to wards
the south, down to the sundarbans...

And boats looking like igloos...

Where people sleep and cook
and live in little holes...

Dug in the mountains of rice straw...

And about the hurried flight of birds...

And the slow movements of boats
and the slow life on them.

I thought about the magic
of the innumerable ghats...

Steps leading
fiom a noisy, harassed world..

To the calm, purifying waters
of the river.

I/o ved those steps.

Some proud and new —
So new that they were left alone...

And the age-worn steps
fiom which people didn't want to part...

Rich steps dedicated
to the people by the rich...

And poor steps given them
by long-forgotten men.

I o very slender steps...
And steps leading to temples.

And as the steps were punctuating
the banks of the river...

So were the hindu festivals
punctuating the days of the year.

The time came for the image man
to put color on the statue of Saras vatl ..

Goddess of wisdom and arts.

Iasked her to give me words
to charm captain John.

As scheherazade of
the arabian nights...

Won her life with a thousand tales...

I decided to win his heart
with tales about India.

I'll write a song in praise
of the lord krishna.

You don't know anything
about krishna.

I know everything about him.

How do you spell him?

K-r-i-s-h-n-a.

Once upon a time
in a small village...

A young wife went
with her mother to the river...

To ask for the blessing of a child

they offered prayers and fio wers.

After the right number of months,
they had a little girl

they were disappointed
because she was not a boy.

They were disappointed
because she was not a boy.

Oh, that's nice, Harriet. Go on.

They had to think about
getting a dowry for the baby.

Do we have to have them?

What? Babies?

No, dowries.
I mean really, not in the story.

They had to work harder and harder
every day to get this dowry.

They loved the baby,
and she was very well looked after.

J'j'

She was indeed a lo very child

And soon she began
to help her parents.

J'j'

Every day, she grew bigger and bigger.

J'j'

She also had her river...

And like the river,
her life fiowed on and on...

Until she was a grown-up person.

She was not only beautiful
on the outside...

But on the inside as well

better be careful, Harriet.

If she's as good as all that, you
won't be able to find a husband for her.

- — Yes, she will. What's he like?
- Like anil.

- What's she like?
- — Melanie.

Melanie and anil.

Of course.

One day near an old temple
she saw a young man.

He was so beautiful she thought
he was the lord krishna come down to earth.

Then her father told her
she had to marry a man of his choice.

That's the ancient custom.

She was terribly unhappy..

Because she could not help remembering
the young man she had seen at the temple.

But an Indian girl
ne ver contradicts her father.

She made herself ready
for the wedding...

And worked hard
to make it really beautiful

the courtyard was painted
with rice flour.

The house was decorated

the guests came.

The bridegroom arrived

j'j'

The bride's mother welcomed him.

She was very unhappy

j'j'

She was carried around the bridegroom
to tie the knot for life.

He was hidden by a veil

then the veil was lifted

And when she removed the mango leaves
co vering her eyes...

She saw his face.

Lo and behold,
he was the young man she loved

She was very happy

he was transformed
into the lord krishna.

She was transformed
into the lady padha.

The real radha, who lived
thousands and thousands of years ago...

Was also a country girl

the love of the god
made her a goddess.

She danced to express
her lo ve for him.

J'j'

With her hands and her eyes
she says to him...

”O krishna...

You are as beautiful
as a monsoon cloud

your eyes are like
the lotus in bloom...

O krishna.

I want to be always
in your presence, o krishna.”

J'j'

The lady padha became
the vrllage bride again.

The lord krishna again
became the bridegroom.

And the young wife
went with her mother to the river...

To ask for the blessing of a child

I thought you said
it was about krishna.

It's about any little girl.

How do you spell “conclusion”?

Why not just put “the end”?

It isn't the end. It's endless.

It begins all over again
with the new baby.

Valerie, not that side.
That's my private diary.

Valerie!

“Captain John's face
is like Antony...

Who made Cleopatra die.”

Not only Antony...

Antinotis the beautiful god.

Listen to this.
“His face is like a sensitive plant.”

Oh, Harry. A sensitive flower. Please.

Harry, gently, gently.

I'll never forgive you! Never!

I could kill you both.

You shouldn't have done that, Valerie.
It was her secret book.

I didn't think that of you.

I don't care.

I don't care what you think of me.

Wouldn't you like to play with me?

No. No, thanks. — why not?

I just don't feel like it.

- Can you play?
- Of course.

Aaah!

Leave me alone.

Get away from me, I said!

Leave me alone.

Don't touch me.

Valerie. Valerie, what did you do?

He wouldn't let me touch him.

He wouldn't let me come near.

U

Ashes on the head for mourning, Harriet.
Not bare feet.

You will get hookworm.

I don't care.
I don't care what I get.

Now I know why Cleopatra
killed herself.

Hello, Vixen.

Hello, darling.

Who's that?

Captain John.

Well, give it to nan
to frame as a keepsake.

We've a pretty collection of females
in this house, I must say.

And they look half—dead with misery.

Not all of them.
Victoria's all right.

There. Now you're a Princess.

The little one's for hoppity. You take it
and give it to him. He can be the prince.

Harriet, Elizabeth.

Nan's the ringleader, of course.

Captain John is going away.

Why the fuss?

Boys are easy.

If anything goes wrong,
you paste their bottoms for them.

Girls. They're behaving
like tragedy queens in love.

They are in love. They've all of them fallen
head over heels in love with captain John.

I know, but it's ridiculous,
absurd, horrible. John?

- Why, they're babies.
- They're not babies.

And it may be absurd,
but it's not horrible. It's lucky.

Lucky.

Lucky that it is captain John.
He's so nice and so handy.

You make him sound like
a gadget for the kitchen.

Did you ever behave like this?

I did. When I was Harriet's age,
it was Byron.

Then it was Valentino, I think.
Then I fell in love with the milkman.

But John's here,
almost one of the family. A friend.

So was the milkman.

What I like about it most
is that it's doing the captain good too.

It's giving him a private revolution...

Besides breaking the children in.

Breaking them in? I'd like to...

I never knew I was so primitive.
If I feel like this now...

What shall I do when
it's Tom, dick and Harry?

You'll hold my hand...

And let them marry
Tom, dick and Harry.

We shall have boys buzzing round them
like mosquitoes. I can't bear it.

I shall never know
what they'll be up to next.

If I were in love with a man
and he was sick...

I should at least
take him some flowers.

U

Bogey. Bogey!

What are you doing?

What are you looking at?

Cobra.

You mean there really is one?

We must tell father. We must always tell
when we see snakes in the garden.

Bogey. I'm talking to you.

Do you see it? Do you touch it?

Only poke it.

You go straight back
to the house and tell.

I can't come now. I'm busy.

Go straight now to nan.

I didn't like nan. I like cobra.

Go now.

J'j'

J'j'

J'j'

- Gopal.
- Yes?

You don't want to talk to me.

You are always at the big house.

Well, I'm here now.
I barely even catch a glimpse of you.

You and your father
are so happy together.

Sometimes I feel that I've spoiled it.

Never mind.
I — I'm going anyway.

Where will you go?

Anywhere from... China to Peru.

- It makes no difference?
- No. It's the same story anywhere I go.

I spoil everything.

I can't seem to help it.

I'm a stranger.
You know what that means?

A stranger.

Valerie thinks she taught me a lesson.

Well, I don't accept it.

I refuse to be bound by this!

I'm a normal man in any country.

Where will you find
a country of one-legged men?

Don't tell me I...

Please forgive me.

I — I didn't mean it.

It's not only this.

I can't seem to keep
my thoughts steady. They...

I ask and I ask and...

I — I'm sorry.

I don't know what I'm saying.
I have a stupid headache.

Can I help you?

Can anyone?

I thought you disliked me.

Do you?

It is not you I dislike.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Myself.

I was caught in an unexpected intrigue...

But my adolescent pride
would not let me turn back.

The magic of the moment
absorbed Valerie too.

Only Melanie resisted ..

For an Indian girl knows better
the seriousness of lo ve.

When she gives her heart,
it is forever.

The enchantment
began and ended in the gro ve.

Suddenly we were running away
fiom childhood..

Rushing to ward lo ve.

Melanie.

Melanie, like a Doe — hesitant, be wrldered

was she sorry she had run away?

Captain John, moody and disturbed ..

Back in his whirl of doubt.

I, with my elaborate bouquet...

Awaiting my chance.

Valerie, so impetuous.

You didn't want to see me anymore...

But I came.

I was rude to you.

Yes.

I shouted at you.

Yes.

And still you come.

Yes.

The kiss on her lips —
Terrifying and fascinating...

Burned into my heart and hurt.

It was my first kiss...

But received by another.

I couldn't bear it.

Don't cry.

Ah, you mustn't cry.

I am going, but...

I'm not crying because you're going.

I'm crying because it is going.

It?

What “it”?

This... being together...

In the garden.

All of us happy,
and you with us here.

I didn't want it to change...

And it's changed.

I didn't want it to end...

And it's gone.

It was like something in a dream.

Now you've made it real.

I didn't want to be real.

Harriet.

Harriet.

Harriet.

Come here.

Ever since diwali,
everything's been different.

I feel so funny,
as if I were being stretched.

Nan says they're growing pains.

Perhaps nan's right.

I didn't know it hurt to grow.

Harriet, how much
do you know about life?

Life? Oh, you mean babies
being born and growing up?

Everything.

But there are so many
different kinds of love.

No. Only one.
From Cleopatra right down to you.

Did Cleopatra have a baby?

I'm sure she did. Dozens.

I never thought of that.

Having a baby hurts you terribly.

No more than it ought.

It's meant to make you think and feel.

Justfikelove.

In a few weeks' time, Harriet,
I shall be having our baby.

When snowball had her foal,
her eyes looked scared, and she screamed.

I don't know how
you can bear it, mother.

I love father.

Come here.

Having children for the man you love...

Is a precious, sanctified work.

It's the meaning of a woman.

And as you know, Harriet,
as you grow older...

Your body changes to get ready for it.

I think that's what's happening to you.

- — To me?
- Yes, Harriet.

I wish I were a cabin boy
and could run away to sea.

I wanted to be an explorer.

I hate bodies.

If I were you, Harriet,
I'd go and have a good play with bogey.

Play? I shall never play again.

Bogey.

Kanu.

Kanu.kanu.

Kanu!

Kanu.

Kanu! Kanu!

Bogey.bogey.

Bogey, bogey, bogey.

J'j'

J'j'

J'j'

J'j'

J'j'

J'j'

Thanks.

I drink to the children.

We should celebrate
that a child died a child.

That one escaped.

We lock them in our schools.

We teach them our stupid taboos.

We catch them in our wars...

And they can't resist.

They've no armor,
and so we kill them.

We massacre the innocents.

And the world is for children —
The real world.

They climb trees
and roll in the grass.

They're close to the ants...

And as free as the birds.

They're like animals.
They're not ashamed.

They know what is important.

A mouse is born...

Or a leaf drops in a pond.

If the world could be made of children...

Try and eat a little, Harriet.

What are you hiding?

We can't keep that.

We don't need to keep things, Harriet.

It's so horrid, so cruel.

Roast potatoes and peas.

As if we had wiped bogey away.

We go on
as if nothing had happened.

No, we don't.

All we do is to go on.

I knew about the cobra, mother.

I know you did.

It's not her fault.
It's the captain's.

If she hadn't had her head full of him,
she would have told.

As soon as I set eyes on him,
I knew there would be trouble.

Dear nan. Please.

I can't!

I can't.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

Bogey, bogey, bogey, bogey, bogey.

Where did bogey go?

Bogey is in heaven.

- He's a little angel.
- — I lent him my wings.

J'j'

J'j'

J'j'

Bogey.

Yes. Bogey.

Melanie, what do we do?

Consent.

- — To what?
- To everything.

You don't like being a man with one leg...

But you have only one leg.

I don't like...

You don't like?

Never mind.

Why do we quarrel
with things all the time?

In my case, it was not a quarrel.

It was a rebellion.

So, I thought, was mine.

Now I know it was only a quarrel.

Melanie, I'm not a stranger anymore.

Harriet's gone.

There were so many unsaid
things I'd forgotten to tell boge y ..

And now / would ne ver tell him.

The fishermen saw me
swept down with the current.

Later, in their boat,
I came back to life.

They warmed me
and offered to take me home...

But / refused

j'j'

People like me ought to die.

Ah, I can't reach it.

Hand me a light
like a good girl, will ya, Harry?

I don't think you're the type.

People like you
just don't lie down and die.

What will I do then?

You'll begin again.

You know what I think?

I think with everything
that happens to you...

With every person you meet
who is important to you...

You either die a little bit
or are born.

Someone said something
like that to me once.

It must have been someone very wise.

Oh, I remember.
It was little Victoria.

- Did you ever die?
- Two or three times.

You won't tell anybody. Promise?

Promise.

Just think, Harry.

One of your poems might still
be alive in, say, 4000 ad.

Captain John, I love you.

Now you've kissed me,
as well as Valerie.

Come on. I'll take you home now.

Hey. Gonna have to help me.
You know I've only got one leg.

Who's important to you,
captain John?

Everybody.

The new wind came, and it was spring.

The joyful, unchanged rites,
symbolic of the temptation of man.

Hindus celebrate the new season.

- J'j' - — j'j'

- J'j' - J'j'

Harriet.

Melanie and Valerie.

- — Where's nan?
- In the summer house.

Nan. — Nan. Quick_

Our baby, our baby, our baby, our baby!

You're wanted, nan. In there.

Our baby, our baby!

Letters from america.

- Captain John!
- Captain John.

Semper fide/is.
He still keeps the apple.

What apple?

The same old apple. Paris's, Eve's.

Once you've tasted it,
you're never the same.

It'll be your turn next.

- Does it taste nice?
- Too nice.

Now you run along and play
in the summer house.

Go on, darling.

It's a girl.

Shh.

No, no, no, no. You must wait.

Ten minutes ago she wasn't born...

And tomorrow we'll be used to her.

- And yesterday we —
- Bother yesterday.

- This is today.
- And today.

Here is the baby,
the baby and us...

The big river, the whole world
and everything.

J'j'

The river runs, the round world spins.

Dawn and lamplight,
midnight, noon.

Sun follows day,
night, stars and moon.

The day ends. The end begins.