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This is India. The North West Frontier province, 1905.

A country of many religions.

Men find many reasons for killing each other.

Greed, revenge, jealousy

or perhaps because they worship God by different names.

Rebel fanatics are gathering in the hills.

Their objective ... to kill a six year old boy

because he is a prince and the future leader of his people.

His father, the Maharajah, has appealed to us, the British,

asking us to take his son to the garrison town of Haserabad

and then to send him from there to safety, in Delhi.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Move out. Move out. Move out.

Move out. Move out. Move out. Move out.

Keep back. Keep back. There's another gate along to the left!

Keep back. Manning, for heaven's sake, keep that door open.

Move out. Move out. Keep back. Keep back. Keep back.

I'm frightfully sorry, sir.

B Company. They certainly gave it the right name. Have they held the last train?

No, sir. They wouldn't have got away if they had.

Damn! We'd better report.

Still with me? - Yes. For better or worse.

Put him down now.

Report to troop headquarters. - Yes, sir.

He'll be all right.

Of course. His people have always been soldiers.

Sorry, Mr Peters, there's no more I can do. Captain Scott!

I demand protection.

Excuse me. - and immediate escort away from this place

I am so glad you managed to get through, we've been greatly worried about you.

Mrs Wyatt, this is Mr Bridie. He does all the work around here.

How do you do. - He does all the work around here.

His Excellency wanted to see you the moment you arrive.

That's all right, Mr. Birdie. I'll report at once.

Will you come with me please, Mrs Wyatt?

You don't seem to realise that I am a British citizen. Look! Look!

We're all British citizens,Mr Peters, even if we don't all have papers to prove it.

I think it's unforgivable I wasn't warned about this.

I was only at Nurran, there is a cable office.

Yes, but the lines were cut.

Straight into the ballroom, please, you'll see Lady Windham.

Look here, I insist. You must take me to the Governor at once!

I tell you Mr. Peters, there's nothing he can do about it. The last train's gone.

I'm not blaming you, Scott.

I don't suppose having Mrs Wyatt with you can't made it any quicker.

Oh, she did pretty well, sir. Not my idea of a governess.

Her husband was a doctor. A fine doctor.

Saved the boy's life when he was a baby. The Maharajah never forgot it.

We couldn't get him to leave the palace. - I didn't expect you would.

Well, the important thing now is Prince Kishan.

Delhi sent a special order: "Get him out at once". It seems I've failed.

Yes?

General Ames, sir. - Oh, come in, Charles, come in.

So you got 'em here. A bit late late in the day.

Scott did the best he could.

Where's the boy, sir? - In the library.

Your Highness, I am glad to welcome you into my home.

Thank you, Your Excellency. - He's very tired.

Mrs Wyatt, I met your husband in Bombay.

This is General Ames. - How do you do.

I don't know if they explained our situation to you.

The last train has gone. We held it for His Highness as long as we dared.

I promised I'd take him to safety. It was the last thing I promised his father.

He'll be quite safe here. - What makes you think that?

This isn't an ordinary tribal uprising, you know. It's something far bigger.

We have no reason to believe so Mrs. Wyatt. - But you have reason, I'm telling you.

Princes who always fight against each other are now on the same side.

Rasjid, Hussain, even Rahim. - She's perfectly right, sir.

If you'd have acted on that message I sent three days ago,

Prince Kishan would be safe in Delhi by now.

I think we are the best judges of that of such things, Mrs. Wyatt.

I disagree. The British never seem to do anything until they've had a cup of tea,

by which time it's too late.

I'm sorry, but that's the way it seems to an American.

Please forgive me. Nobody told me you'd come. I was in the hospital.

My dear, you might have sent word.

Your Highness. Mrs Wyatt, isn't it? Naturally I've heard of you.

How do you do? - The child looks quite exhausted.

The same applies to you, Captain Scott. I'm sure you must be dying for a bath.

I certainly am. - Come along, I'll show you to your rooms.

Thank you, Captain Scott. - You're a good soldier.

You'll have to forgive me for speaking my mind.

I happen to believe that's what it's for.

Hussain, Rasjid and Rahim, all fighting together.

It's possible she's wrong, sir. - I wish I could believe she was.

Go on, Scott, go and get some rest. - Thank you, sir.

Fire!

So, they've captured the railway gates,

which means that we're virtually in a state of siege.

But can we hold out, that's the point? - If we get reinforcements.

Suppose we don't? - Then we haven't a hope.

Prince Kishan must be got out somehow.

That dispatch from Delhi made it clear

that we must save his life, if it was the last thing we did.

It may well be the last thing we do, sir. - Is Captain Scott here yet?

He's waiting, sir. - Well, send him in, please.

The boy of course is only a figurehead.

Well, his family have been a figurehead,

if that's the way you wish to put it, for generations.

In any case, it's our only chance of restoring order in the Province.

You think he's as important as that?

This one small boy? - I know he is.

He may be only five years old but he's the religious and political leader

of hundreds of thousands of Hindus. - Come in.

These rebels are Moslems.

If they had managed to kill him as well as his father,

if they still manage to kill him, Charles, the Hindus will have no leader.

It'll be civil war on a vast scale. Worse than the Mutiny.

All right, Scott. - Thank you, sir.

Scott, what are the chances of getting the Prince through to Kalapur in safety?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wyatt, but I don't think His Excellency requested your presence.

Surely the subject under discussion affects

me more closely than anybody else in this room.

Mrs Wyatt's perfectly right. Well, can you get him to Kalapur?

But I thought the last train had gone, sir.

The army doesn't always have to rely on railway engines.

What about horses? - No chance, sir.

We had to leave ours or we'd never have got through.

They've got a sniper on top of every hill. - Yes, but you did get through, though.

Yes, sir, but before they closed in. - Yes, that's right enough.

Well, I'm afraid the Prince will have to stay here.

He'll be quite safe though, we're expecting reinforcements at any moment.

I'm beginning to understand the British people a little.

What you really mean is, it won't be safe at all

and reinforcements probably will not get here in time.

My dear lady, you don't understand at all.

Oh, no, no, please, it's a good way of looking at things, maybe.

It just takes a little getting used to.

Thank you, Scott. - Sir.

It is absolutely no use your waiting, Mr Peters, no use at all.

Well, when can I see him? Tell me when.

The Governor is very busy. I'm sure he'll see you when he can.

I shall most certainly lodge a complaint when I get to Delhi!

If you get to Delhi!

You see, sahib, very plenty of the steam.

Yes, but is it coming from the right places, that's the point Gupta?

What right places, sahib? All right, "Victoria” is old, I confess that.

But she has experience, sahib. And when she has experience nothing can go wrong.

It is not the fault of "Victoria”, sahib.

I asked them last week, and last month I asked them 17 times,

to give me one little day for repairs.

But no, like you, they said "Victoria” is old.

"Victoria” is no good except for shunting.

Nobody understands what to do.

Kalapur's over 300 miles away, you know.

What 300 miles? What is 300 miles to this engine, sahib?

You know what she used to do in the Karachi run?

Two times in one week.

One week for two times. - Yes, but how many years ago?

Look at the boiler, sahib. Not even one leak.

Not even an inch of steam is escaping from it.

And when the boiler is good, the whole engine is good.

Look for yourself, if not believing Gupta.

To be frankly, sahib, that is only the piston bearing, which is not good.

And that is why one half of the steam is escaping every day.

Are you sure that's all that's wrong?

Sahib, Gupta has been for 30 years in the railway train service.

You think Gupta don't know? - No, Gupta. I think you do know.

We shall need a coach.

Coach, sahib? There is no one but ... er ... that one.

But that's broken down. - Broken.

What about that pair of wheels over there. Will they fit?

Yes, sahib, they are very fitting wheels.

Tell me, Gupta, how many miles per hour can "Victoria” go pulling just one coach?

At least 50 miles, sahib. - 50?

Well, at least if not 50 miles, then at least 40 miles, sahib.

And when it is mended sahib, you don't know what speed it will go. It is very speedy.

She'll be mended and the coach. Now, the only other problem is coal.

We'll never get enough in there.

Yes, sahib, we need five to six times much more coal than this.

Yes, but where can we put it? Have you a truck or something?

Ah, yes, sahib we have got a truck in the shed.

Good. I'll get the Sappers down here right away. And you can tell them what you want.

Sahib, you will be never sorrowful for the judgment you are making today.

I hope you're right, Gupta. I hope you're right.

And get that damn thing fixed, at once. - Yes, sahib, at once.

She is like the ladies, sahib, she shouts too much when she is happy!

Ah, come on, you must know one way or the other.

These rumours must have some foundation.

I must say, sir, in my experience, rumour is seldom backed by truth.

Surely you can tell us if the Prince is here?

Of course he's here. That's why they're attacking

the town. - Gentlemen, gentlemen! When the time comes

you'll be told everything. - Look, why don't you trust us?

We could help you, you know. - Look here, we know that

they burned the palace to the ground and killed the boy's father.

Isn't that so? - I assure you, gentlemen,

I know simply nothing. I'm not in a position of authority.

Sir John wants you upstairs. - Oh, thank heavens! Excuse me.

Now, the Governor cannot make a statement yet.

Well, just tell us this, why is the city being attacked?

Isn't it because a British patrol rescued the Prince

and brought him here? - Isn't it true that this entire

situation hinges on Prince Kishan? - His Excellencey has never denied that.

This province has been loyal to Prince Kishan's family for hundreds of years.

While he's alive, there's absolutely no possibility of a successful rebellion.

Then he is alive and here in Government House, is that right?

The Governor will make a full statement tomorrow morning.

There's no hurry gentlemen, It's impossible for you to get

your dispatches out of the city. The wires have been cut.

Well, in that case why not tell us the truth?

Why all the secrecy?

Ah, Mr Peters, you wish to go to Kalapur?

Ah, yes, it is essential that I do. I'm expected in Delhi on Friday.

You're in luck. There's a train leaving in ... er ... just over an hour.

I hope you can fire those rifles you're so good at selling.

The armament industry is impartial. It always has been.

Your customers out there aren't impartial, believe me.

Will you all sit down, please?

Sir John, there's no need for me to go, is there?

Birdie, somebody has to be officially responsible for the dispatch box.

Yes, I know, but ... - I've chosen you.

Besides, I know that you'll look after my wife for me.

Well, of course. - Good heavens, it's not forever. You'll be back.

You'll be back. Well the whole things settled.

I'd like you to be in the station yard at 11:15.

You'll be in Captain Scott's hands.

I'll leave it to him to explain what's going to happen.

I don't intend to be a schoolmaster.

But I'd like to try and explain the position to you.

The whole point is the rebels think that the last train has gone.

They do not know that we have another engine.

Also, the outer gate on the railway is in their hands.

And quite obviously shut. I ... I'm afraid I'm not much of an artist.

Now, we hold the inner gate up here.

And between these two gates, there's a gradient.

Now "Victoria” is a wonderful old engine, but she makes an awful lot of noise.

Too much, I'm afraid.

So although we'll have steam up, we're going to freewheel.

We ought to get up quite a speed on this slope.

Enough to smash through this outer gate

before they know what's hit them.

Well, that's roughly the plan.

Oh, I admit that any number of things can happen.

They may even have blocked the railway line to stop reinforcements getting in.

But that's something we'll have to face up to if and when we get to it.

So it's true. He is here.

Sorry, sir. He must have bribed someone, he came up the back stairs.

Would you send this man away? He worries me.

Will you please leave the room at once, Mr Van Leyden.

You're going to try to get him out? It's impossible.

Come on. - All right, Scott, leave him.

All right.

Since you've discovered both salient points yourself,

there's no need to throw you out.

By train, you want to get him out! With the outer gate in enemy hands? What a story!

One that's hardly likely to reach the newspapers!

No, I suppose not. Unless ... unless I was to go on the train also.

Well, it's an idea. I could go on the train.

There are a thousand people out there I'd send before you.

Of course. Of course, you don't like me, any of you, I know that.

I don't know about you, madam, how do you do. By the way, my name is Peter Van Leyden

So now you have your story and no chance of getting it to your newspaper,

perhaps you'll leave the room.

It's terrible to think what would happen to your train

if all those thousands of people down there knew about it.

They'd tear it to pieces rather than let it go without them.

Well, of course, the gates to the station are closed and it's all a secret.

Nobody could possibly know.

Mr. Van Leyden.

It is just possible that the newspapers of the world should know of our predicament.

Oh, no, no no. You're perfectly right. It's of no importance.

Mr Van Leyden? - Yes?

You may go on the train.

Why, thank you, Sir John. We understand each other.

Well, your luggage must be at the yard by 11. I'll go and check the dispatch box.

Where do you think you're going? - To get my bag, of course.

Yes, why not? That's an excellent idea.

Oh, I see. If ] go now I'll miss that train, is that it?

Yes, Mr Van Leyden. That's it.

Oh well, in that case, I shall have to travel light.

As a journalist I'm used to it.

Look, I couldn't wish for better company: "The Decline and Fall of An Empire".

Roman, not British.

You haven't given me a chance to speak to you, John.

There's nothing really left to discuss, my dear.

You should be getting your things ready.

They are ready but I'm not going.

This little boy's important isn't he? Very, very important.

And yet you're prepared to take this risk with him.

And it is a tremendous risk, we all realise that.

We can't hold out here, isn't that it?

We have every hope. - Hope? Everybody hopes, but ...

You're going. - No, I'm not. I'm staying here with you.

Oh, my dear, can't you see, I've really no right to get on that train.

Right, right! Haven't I my rights?

Am I Governor of a province for nothing?

But I can't be so selfish.

I'm being selfish, my dear. Don't you understand,

for once, I'm being selfish. You're going on the train and that's that.

That's that, my dear.

Your luggage has been loaded. Will you board the train please?

Everything all right? - Yes, sir.

You've got a complete set of tools in there.

Crowbars, pickaxes? Anything can happen on this trip.

Everything you can think of. - I asked for these mountings to be fixed.

They're firing too high.

Sorry, Bill. There simply wasn't time. - Well let's hope they keep their distance.

Good luck. - Thanks.

Cheer up, Mr. Bridie, I'm sure those gates aren't as strong as they look.

It's not that. It's... well, I'd rather stay behind.

Haserabad doesn't seem to me a very good place to be now.

It's my home.

When I shut up my little house a few minutes ago, I ...

I don't know, I had a feeling I'd never see it again.

Satisfied?

You trying to kill us all? - We're trying to save you.

The British are incurably optimistic.

But you're British, Mr. Peters. - My passport's British.

You really think we can get through?

Would I be trying it if I didn't think so?

Of course you would. You've been ordered to try it.

Get aboard. Quickly.

How's the pressure, Gupta?

Pressure is not very forcing to go yet, Sahib.

But it will be very forcing in a soon moment.

Oh, do let me.

We'll be off in a few moments. Will you all lie down on the floor, please?

It may be a little uncomfortable, but I can assure it's absolutely necessary.

And it won't be for long.

Er, Mr Bridie, turn that lamp out please.

All being well, the train won't have to stop on this trip.

But if it does, don't look out of the windows, don't leave the carriage,

but put the shutters up and wait for me to come along and report.

Right.

How is she now, Gupta? - Now it is forcing, Sahib.

But it will be ready to go only in a very, very soon moment now.

Lie down right here.

Oh, Mrs Wyatt, there's much more room here.

I'm quite happy where I am, thank you.

Never mind, Mr Peters, the Americans are by tradition isolationists.

Now it is terribly ready, sahib. Terribly ready.

Is everybody all right? Good.

We're off. For better or worse.

Ready to move off, sir. - Good luck, Captain Scott.

Thank you, sir.

Close the fire door, Gupta.

Let her go, Gupta.

Keep down, everybody! We'll soon be clear.

That is good gun? - Yes, sir.

Morning, Mr Peters. - Good morning.

Here. Sorry, it's a Lee Enfield. The rival firm. Ten rounds.

I've never used one of these things before in my life.

They're for killing people with.

Why do fighting men pretend to despise those that make and sell them their tools?

A soldier's job, Mr. Peters, is not primarily to kill. - No?

No? - We have to keep order,

to prevent your customers from tearing each other to pieces.

You really believe that? - I wouldn't say it if I didn't.

No, I don't believe you would.

What I dislike about you chaps is that you sell your stuff without discrimination.

To the other side, you mean? You think we should be like God?

Only on the side of the British?

But the Germans, and the Japanese and the Hottentots,

they all think God's on their side.

And so do these rebels.

They're only children. Would you give this to a child?

They're not children. They're grown men.

Uneducated men, I grant you, but fighting for freedom.

For the freedom of their country. - You see?

Well, you may feel differently about it

when you get on of your own bullets in the stomach.

If you think I'm ashamed that these are my merchandise, you are wrong.

Men make wars, not guns.

Before there were guns, men used swords, spears, stones, blocks of wood,

anything they could lay their hands on. Oh, go away, I'm sleepy.

Here.

Or can't you shoot either?

Oh, yes. I can shoot.

Newspapermen have to be able to protect themselves sometimes.

I'm not surprised if all their reports differ from the truth as much as yours do.

Oh, you read my reports? I'm honoured. - Of course I do.

The truth, you see is like, er, like God, not always on the side of the British.

It pleases you to mock us, Mr. Van Leyden.

We are used to that. Half the world mocks us.

And half the world is only civilised because we have made it so.

Good for you, ma'am.

Excellent! Excellent! Already we split into factions.

Our little train trundling across this desert

is like our little world trundling through space.

Mr Peters here will sell us guns and we can fight each other.

Delighted.

Men are really absurd. You stand around arguing and who does all the work?

We do, as usual.

Oh, now wait a minute. This journey's quite dangerous enough as it is.

Well, Arizona isn't England, you know.

From the time I was 13 my father never let me out of the house without one of these.

Could I have one?

I don't suppose I could hit anybody, but I could frighten them to death.

Here you are, Mr Bridie.

Good Lord! I've never shot anyone in my life, I'm afraid.

Well, with a bit of luck, you won't have to.

Come to think of it, I once won a

cigarette case or something with one of these on Brighton pier.

You did better than me. All I ever won was a bag of sweets!

Here, fifteen rounds. - Oh thank you very much.

I should think Gupta and the Sergeant are about ready for one of these.

Would you mind, Captain? - With pleasure.

Sergeant, tea. - Thank you, sir.

Oh thanks, sahib. Much thanks.

This is very nice engine, sahib. Your friends did not admit, eh?

Here. You may need this.

Gun for Gupta? Oh, no, sahib. Gupta only engine driver.

Very good engine driver. Thirty years on the railway service.

Yes, but It may be a question of this or no more years on the railway service.

No, sahib. Gupta Indian.

Indian to kill Indian, not very good.

Maybe sahib think Gupta foolish?

No. I don't think you're foolish.

If other men have other religion, why should Gupta mind, sahib?

Gupta don't mind.

Sahib! Sahib! - There is a train stopped.

Pull up, Gupta! Pull up.

Sahib, on the other line.

The shutters up? Good. And please, don't any of you leave the train.

No trouble, I hope. - Nothing for you to worry about Mr. Birdie

Kumar, come with me. - Sergeant.

Gupta, if you hear firing, get back quickly as possible. Don't wait for us.

Yes, sahib. Gupta will do that but sahib also to look after himself.

I'm glad to see it makes you sick.

I thought I told you to stay in that train!

I'm a newspaper reporter. It is my duty to look.

To look and to report. - All right Van Leyden, go on, have a look.

Have a good look!

And see what happens when the British aren't around to keep order.

Keep order? You?

Ha-ha. You divide.

You set Moslem against Hindu.

You divide in order to rule. That's what you do.

The Moslems were fighting the Hindus for hundreds of years before we came to India.

And well you know it. Now go on! Get back on that train!

All right, all right. I'm going. I have seen enough.

You call this keeping order?

Kumar, come on.

Hey, Kumar, give me some help.

Oh, Kishan, do stop playing with that. - Come along, Kishan,

have something to eat, my boy.

It's dangerous to stay here so long. - Thank you.

What does Captain Scott think he's doing?

He's supposed to be protecting us.

What is it? What's holding us up? - What's happened?

Well, come along. We can't all go and look. - Don't.

Please, Mr Van Leyden, tell us what's going on out there.

It's the refugee train. - The refugee train.

It ought to be miles away. - What's it doing here?

What did it stop for? Something wrong? - All those poor people. Can we help?

Is there anything we can do? - Do? Do? No, there is nothing you can do.

Any of you! Except ... except go home!

And ... and keep order at home and stay there for good.

I'm sorry. There is nothing we can do. They're all dead.

But there were hundreds of people on that train.

How do you know they're all dead? You ... you haven't had time to look.

We're moving on.

But there may be somebody alive. We cannot go without being sure.

Please believe me, Mrs. Wyatt, I've seen all this before.

When those devils do a job, they do it properly.

Gupta! Move on!

Hold it! Mrs Wyatt, please get back on the train! Mrs Wyatt!

You can hardly court martial her. She's not one of your soldiers.

And neither are we.

If the sahib permits, then Gupta to try bringing back the memsahib?

No, Gupta. Let the memsahib find out for herself.

Come on. We'll move up.

Let's get on the train.

It was a chance in a million. He was completely hidden.

The mother had covered him with her body.

Nobody could have ... - Please don't make excuses.

I was wrong and that's that.

Where's Kishan?

I thought it better if he, er, shouldn't see the, er ...

We must find somewhere to put the little blighter.

I think I have just the thing. Come and have a look.

That was a very courageous thing to do, my dear.

It's a funny thing, but the fellows always used to pull my leg about this case.

"There goes Bridie with the baby,” they used to say.

Looks as if they were right., doesn't it?

Now, what do you think of that? A perfect cot for him, eh?

Give him some of these to make it soft. - Yes.

How's that? - That's excellent.

One life saved...and thousands lost.

Shall we give him a pillow for luck, Lady Windham?

Naskar. The driver of that engine was a friend of myself.

Thirty years on the railway train service.

He had four small children, sahib.

You know, sahib.

Sometimes I want to get hold of my people, all my people,

and beat their heads together. To put little sense into them.

Come on, Gupta. What's the matter with her? She's hardly moving.

She can do better than this.

"Victoria"” is old, sahib. She is totally doing her best.

Well, her total best isn't good enough.

But there is no more of the steam.

Then you must find some.

Gupta! You cant stop wherever you like!

You're under army orders now. - No army orders.

She cannot do it! She will not do it!

You promised me she'd get to Kalapur.

Yes, she'll go to Kalapur, but not with this.

Is that all? Now don't you ever frighten me like that again.

We'll soon get that off.

Sergeant. - Sir.

Bring up the spanners. - Yes, sir.

And a couple of crowbars. - Yes, sir.

We're stopping for a few minutes, to do some minor repairs.

Oh, we seem to stop every two or three miles.

I don't know when Captain Scott proposes to get us to Kalapur.

He'll get you there all right, Mr Peters. That's all you need worry about.

Er, Mr Van Leyden,

would you mind passing me my case? It's just on the race there, above your head.

Yes. That's it.

Thank you.

Ah. Thank you. I think the boys on the engine could do with a drop too.

I'll bring it...

I'm sorry.

About the baby? You needn't be.

It was a fine thing to do. - That's not why I did it.

You'd have to go too far back with me to understand.

I think I do understand. You were married to a doctor.

A very fine one from all accounts. A man who died trying to save people's lives.

It's impossible to be married to a man like that without living up to his ideals.

I'm right, am I not?

You're right but for all the wrong reasons.

I didn't live up to them. I think I hated them.

I hated the squalor and the dirt and the places we had to go and live.

I hated his being a doctor at all.

I even left him once and went back to the States.

One does learn, though. Even if it is a bit late in the day.

Does that make sense?

Yes, it makes sense. I may be one of the brutal and licentious soldiery

but I'm not a complete blockhead, you know.

He would have been as surprised as you to see me on that train.

Anyway, how is Young India? - Oh, fine.

How are we going to feed it?

Mr Bridie has a clever idea to ... to do with a leather glove.

If we had a leather glove. - Well, Lady Windham has.

She has everything tucked away in that handbag of hers.

Smelling salts, playing cards, iodine, bandages.

Even the latest edition of The London Times.

How about that drink for the boys? And I could do with a good cup of tea.

Coffee? Or would that bring the Empire crashing down around us?

Tea.

You were happy in Haserabad, weren't you, Mr. Bridie?

Oh yes, it's my home, I've lived there for 21 years.

I was happy there too.

It's a little bit different for you, Lady Windham, if you don't mind my saying so.

I've only a half-sister in England.

Lives just outside Birmingham. We've never been very close.

I don't think her husband likes me much. So really, you see, well ... I'm alone.

It's not so very different for me, Mr. Birdie.

I have a few relations in England of course. More than just on sister but ...

I even had to leave my old dog behind.

Not much of a dog, I dare say, but, well, he was mine.

I had to leave my husband behind.

Oh, Lady Whindham, I'm ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

You had your home in one place for 20 odd years.

For 20 odd years, I haven't had a home. - Yes.

Just a succession of big houses that haven't been very easy to run.

My husband has been my home. - Yes.

Wherever he is. - I'm sorry. Lady Windham,

please. How could I have been so thoughtless? Please forgive me.

Oh, don't be silly, Mr Bridie. - Can I get you some water, Lady Winham?

How about a drop of whisky? There's some in the van.

Lady Windham, what's the matter?

There's nothing like a woman in tears to stop a man feeling sorry for himself.

Mr Bridie? He certainly doesn't seem sorry for himself now.

Your husband will be all right. I'm sure he will.

There we are, Lady Windham. Oh, dear me! That was a near one.

Oh thank you. That's better.

It's rather strong. - Some more water?

Good gracious, I'm not complaining. - Oh, Mrs Wyatt, what about you, a little?

Oh no, thank you. I'm supposed to be fixing tea.

Leave it to me.

There you see, he's quite happy now he's doing something for somebody else.

You've been married, my dear, you should know that much about men.

Maybe a doctor's wife doesn't see enough of her husband to find out.

He was one of his patients, you know.

He was so thin and wasted like a starved little frog. Look at him now.

The railway line is broken, sahib.

Reverse, quick! Back in the tunnel. - Yes, sahib.

Sergeant, the Maxim.

Damn! I beg your pardon.

They've blown up the line. Shutters up, please.

Of course, it may be nothing to do with us at all.

It may be something that happened a few days ago

to prevent reinforcements getting in.

What are we going to do? We can't just sit here.

Can't we? We certainly can't go forward.

And going back would appear to be out of the question.

It really seems to be a most, er ... interesting er ... military problem.

Or, perhaps, just a matter of common sense.

Now, let's see.

The Duffadah will have to stand guard with the Maxim. That leaves six men.

And we can replace that blown section

with a new length of rail taken from behind the train.

Don't be silly, it's impossible. - No, it's not, it's been done before.

Thank you, Mr Bridie. Now, this is what we're going to do.

We'll move the train right forward to the damaged rail.

Surely It would be safer to leave the ladies here, in the tunnel.

Yes, but that would give us 200 yards of open country to cover.

And anything can happen out there, we may need all the cover we can get.

All right. Any more questions? Good. Let's get on with it.

Oh, dear me, I hope there's some more of these somewhere.

I've an idea a cup of tea might come in handy.

Well, it looks clear enough.

And as Mr Peters so wittily put it, we just can't sit here.

Look!

What is it, Kishan? What did you see? - Something moved.

Are you sure? Where? Show me. - Up there.

What was it?

What did you see? Was it a man? - I don't know.

You'll have me doing it next.

Don't come out till I call you, and then make it quick.

Kumar! Spanners, turnkeys, crowbars.

Excuse me, Lady Windham. I should advise you two gentlemen to do the same.

I think it might be pretty hot out there.

A master of understatement.

It's an old English pastime, didn't you know?

Right, gentlemen. Out. Come on! Come on!

Good for you, Mr Bridie.

Armament merchants first. - Come on! Come on!

Well, if there is anyone out there, this is the moment they've been waiting for.

Why not send one of the Indians? - Mr Peters!

You that place, sahib.

Where you going, sahib? This one yours. This one yours, sahib.

Oh, no, no. Not that way, sahib. This way. - Oh.

Van Leyden, for heaven's sake!

Don't you want posterity to know what a resourceful hero you are?

We want help now.

You know what you sound like? The empire builder in distress.

I am coming.

Oh, I really find it quite pleasant to be out of the train, Captain Scott.

Huh. You wait till you start lugging rails about.

Strangle that, Gupta!

I thought "Victoria"” was on our side.

Quick as you can, gentlemen.

Leave the shutter alone, Kishan.

Come and sit over here Kishan, and we'll build a card house, shall we?

I'll show you how.

Now, gather up the cards first.

Now we'll start on the second floor, shall we?

That's right, now you put your wall up there.

Hup.

Thank you. Hup.

Now then, shall we put one roof there? Now yours.

Ah.

This is now a most intriguing situation, Captain Scott.

No rail in front and no rail behind.

What happens if you are attacked?

Trust you to think of that one.

Now we've got two floors. Now we'll try and Let's get another. Shall we?

Oh! Dear, we shall have to start that one again, won't we?

Look. There it is.

A heliograph.

What does that light mean? - It means they've found us.

Ought we to open fire? - It's a waste of time at this range.

We'll have to work fast. Come on.

Now come and sit down here, Kishan. - Why?

Just do as you're told, darling. Right in this corner.

Right, Mr Bridie. Back to the coach. I'll put the two last bolts in the other end.

Back in the carriage quickly. Keep your heads down!

Gupta, get back!

Dakhtar, covering fire!

Oh, my father God, don't be careless to save your Indian son.

Advance.

Right, Gupta, get moving!

What's the matter old fellow? You been hit? - Yes, sahib.

But he was careful only to hit me only at the foot of the leg.

And a little bit in the arm also, sahib.

That is all. - Oh, we'll soon fix you up.

Another couple of miles, we'll be down on the plain. We can relax a bit, I hope.

Yes, sahib. And Gupta will have to teach you to drive "Victoria”, sahib.

Can you keep your eyes open a few moments?

I want to see how they are in the coach.

Yes, sahib. - You did well.

Pressure's dropping. - "Victoria" wants water, sahib.

How far is the next station? - Jamshara. Twenty miles distant.

Will she make it?

Oh, yes, sahib, she will make it, but slowly slowly.

How's that?

That's very all right. Sahib is engine driver now.

This time tomorrow, we'll have you in hospital, Gupta.

Oh, no, sir. Gupta does not like to live in hospital.

Why not?

Those nurses there, sahib, they are not woman.

Ooh, you'd be surprised.

She is going too quick, sahib. The compression is losing.

Good. "Victoria" talks to me. I understand her language.

Well, it's just as well, because I can't understand a word she says!

Oh, this is ridiculous. It'd be quicker to walk.

There's nothing to stop you walking, Mr Peters.

I don't know why the British buy these things.

Our models are twice as good.

Twice as good? Oh, I see ... er ...you mean it can kill twice as many people.

Exactly. And twice as fast. It's an ingenious piece of mechanism.

But this thing...

It won't fire again?

No. Not a hope.

Now this you might call a ... an ingenious piece of mechanism.

It's a life saver too. Not a life destroyer.

I'm surprised to find you a sentimentalist.

Most ruthless men are sentimental. I don't know why.

Me, ruthless? What makes you say that?

The things you write. Crude sensationalism.

I'm very flattered that you're such an ... such an attentive reader of my work.

Reading newspapers is like everything else in life.

One must take the good with the bad. The informed and the shoddy.

Thank you.

You do an awful lot of harm. You know that, don't you?

Sometimes I think you're even inciting violence.

The cure for some diseases is often violent and painful.

War is like that. But it's sometimes the only cure.

I'm sorry. I was just quoting from one of my shoddy articles.

Is the engine driver still sitting out in the sun?

Yes. - That wound will dry up superficially,

then heaven knows what will happen in this climate.

When can I drive the engine? - Later. Tomorrow perhaps.

Will you ask Captain Scott? - No. You ask him yourself.

No, you. He likes you.

Ha-ha. Does he now?

Perhaps you had better take this out to him It might help to keep the sun off a little.

I'll take it.

Captain Scott?

Lady Windham says the driver must keep that wound out of the sun.

You see, I told you, she has everything.

Here you are, old Gupta.

I hope none of your fellow engine drivers see you looking like this.

No, sahib. They will be calling me Lady Gupta!

All set for Henley Regatta. - Who is Henry Regatta, sahib?

He says, "Who is Henry Regatta?”

It's not a who, Gupta. It's an occasion.

When all the most sahib sahibs in England get themselves together,

dress up in a lot of silly little hats and row themselves up and down a river.

That is very funny. Why do they do that?

Why? Why, indeed?

You may well ask. I don't know.

It's one of the things I joined the army to get away from.

Pressure's up. - Oh!

There's an attractive little song that goes with it.

Da, da, da, da, da-da, da.

And a hay harvest breeze.

Blade on the feather

Shade off the trees.

Swing, swing together.

With your bodies between your knees.

Swing, swing together.

With your bodies between your knees.

Swing, swing together.

With your bodies between your knees.

All together now!

Da, da, da, da, da-da.

Da, da, da, da, da-da.

Blade on the feather.

Shade off the trees.

And we'll swing, swing... - Oh, mind your business, sahib!

Harrow may be clever

Rugby may make more row.

But we'll row, row forever.

Steady from stroke to bow.

And nothing in life shall sever

The chain that is round us now

And nothing in life shall sever

The chain that is round us now.

I'll have to stop her, Gupta - No, sahib.

If you stop her now, she will never start again.

Then we'll take a chance.

We'll give them a short burst with the Maxim as we go through.

If there's anyone there, they'll know we mean business.

Sergeant, keep a good look out.

Keep down, everybody in the coach!

Kumar, come and help.

Sergeant, follow me.

They've certainly made a shambles of this place.

Sahib to please see if they have not spoilt the well of water.

And also if the pump is working.

Well, if it isn't, it's a long walk to Kalapur.

Sergeant, get up on the roof. Keep a look out. Quickly. Quickly.

It's all right, everybody. It's quite safe to come down now.

Er ... Mr Peters, Van Leyden.

Search about for some wood, please and take it to that pump house.

I'm going to try and light that boiler.

Careful, sahib. Careful. - Uh, huh.

If I can get the pump to work, we're going to get some water.

But we've got to get it from there over to the engine.

So if you'd all look around for something to carry it in, it would help a great deal.

Oh, and Mr Van Leyden.

Unfortunately, your survival depends on ours,

so, if you don't mind, some wood.

How are you, Gupta? - I am not very well, memsahib.

But I will be very well in a very soon moment now.

You really should be in the coach where we can make you more comfortable.

Oh, no, memsahib,

Gupta must stay with his engine till Scott sahib becomes engine driver.

And that will also be in a very soon moment.

Don't go far, Kishan. Stay near the train.

Oh, memsahib, er, you have first time come to Gupta's engine.

You must not go back empty handed.

Gupta must give you something. Indian custom.

Bucket for water, memsahib.

Thank you. Put it down there, will you? If this works, we'll probably get some water.

And if it doesn't? - Then we'll stay here until they kill us.

It would be preferable, then, that it works.

It's all right, I think.

Stand clear of that wheel. It'll make mincemeat of you.

Come on, old girl.

Good. Outside.

Keep that fire going, Van Leyden.

There it is. Fill your buckets. Kumar, come and help.

Sergeant, keep a good look out.

Gupta, where does the old girl like to take her drink?

She drinks up on the roof, sahib. - Right.

Over here!

Kishan, you're all wet. Go over there and take your shoes off and play.

Thank you, Mr Bridie. Two more like that and we're away.

Oh, you look surprised. - Why I am, to see you working so hard.

Everybody can if they have to.

Does that mean the armament business is hard work?

Good heavens, no! People are always fighting each other.

We are the only salesmen who are actually pursued by our customers.

I have worked hard though at other jobs. - Well, what other jobs, Mr Peters?

Well, for many years I devoted myself to the business of marrying a rich woman.

Oh, truly, it's very, very difficult.

Did you succeed? - Ah, with my charm? Of course I did.

But you know, it's a funny thing. A man can keep a woman,

but a woman can't keep a man.

Poor Vera, I ended up despising by her. Myself too, come to that.

But it wasn't a good job anyway. Too much hard work.

Kishan!

Stand away from that. What the devil do you think you're doing?

You ought to have more sense. - Don't fuss. I was looking after him.

Come on, back on the train. You too.

All aboard, please! Sergeant, come on down.

Right, Gupta. Kalapur. - Kalapur, sahib.

Would you like a drink of water, Gupta?

No water, memsahib. No water.

Try to sleep.

I understand I will like hospitals after now.

How's Gupta? - Not too good.

A bit of a fever, I think. We shouldn't have let him stay out so long.

Good heavens! Who's driving the train? - The gunner, ma'am.

Ooh, is that safe? - I think so.

"Victoria” is most intelligent.

Whisky? - Oh, why not?

Thirst comes with the setting of the sun. - How true. Cheers.

Have a whisky? - No, thank you.

Oh, come on. Do you good. -I ... I don't drink.

What? And you a journalist? - It's not an essential part of the job.

No? You surprise me.

Oh, come on. To show we're all very good friends.

I said no, didn't I?

Mr Van Leyden, are you a Moslem, by any chance?

Now, why should you say that?

Because you won't touch alcohol

and because this morning you were most unwilling to give Lady Windham her case.

Her pigskin case.

Yes, I am a Moslem, as it so happens.

A Dutch Moslem. That's a bit unusual, isn't it?

Not so unusual, no. Many Dutch Indonesians are Moslems.

Are you an Indonesian, Mr Van Leyden? Or half Indonesian?

Yes, I am.

Don't see why an Indonesian should he quite so anti-British?

Indonesian, Dutch, British, Christian, Moslem, what has it got to do with it?

I merely sympathise with small minorities fighting the aggression of big nations.

In any case, the accident of my birth have nothing to do with you.

Any of you! - You're perfectly right. I'm happy to say.

You're being slow, young man. Snap.

A very ill-natured fellow. - Snap!

Cigar? - No, thank you.

You should not be so touchy. There's no harm in being a Moslem.

One would think there was from your attitude.

Not all Moslems are in sympathy with the rebels.

Thank you very much. - But some are.

Oh. Are you?

Me? What are you driving at? I'm no Moslem.

Moslem or no Moslem, after all, you are the man who sold them the arms.

In my opinion people in glasshouses should mind their own bloody business.

And I mean bloody! - How dare you!

You should not be so touchy.

I think I'll change my mind. I'll have that cigar after all.

You ought to be getting some sleep.

Pass me over those scissors, will you?

He's a lot tougher than he looks.

Anything else?

Yes, put a little water in here, would you?

You're the first American woman I've met. Are they all like you?

Why? How do I seem?

Well, shall we say a little bit more independent than most?

Oh, is that the tactful English way of saying you think I'm pigheaded?

Let me ask you something. Why did you join the army?

Is that such an odd thing to do? - It's a crazy thing to do.

Come on. Tell me why.

Well, let me see now.

When I was eight years of age, my dear old grandfather gave me a box of tin soldiers.

And you've been playing soldiers ever since.

If you like to put it like that, yes.

Don't you ever ... ever feel it's rather a waste?

Well, after all, we were all put on earth with minds of our own.

Why hand yours over to somebody else?

Why can't a soldier have a mind of his own, too?

Well can he? When he spends his life taking orders from other people

whether he agrees with them or not, like a machine?

We're not machines. We're human beings, like everybody else.

A soldier can never be that, not in the fuller sense.

Human beings have responsibilities.

Well, don't you call this train load a responsibility?

Oh, not yours.

The Governor ordered you to get us to Kalapur.

If you fail, the responsibility's his.

Well, thank you for that!

Thank you very much indeed, for that most comforting thought.

It's not that I'm not grateful to you for saving me. I ... I am, I told you that.

But it doesn't alter my opinion of soldiers.

Are you one of these emancipated women we're having trouble with at home?

Well, I might be. What's wrong with that? - Oh, they're just a lot of cranks.

A woman who has a mind of her own is a crank?!

Well, I think men who spend their lives obeying orders are cranks!

Look, you just can't go around doing what you like in life. My job is to obey orders.

Like an animal in blinkers. - I do so agree with you, Mrs Wyatt.

Have you been there...?!

If you've ... I'd like to punch you on the end of your interfering nose.

No. Actually, I was going through for a smoke.

Er ... never mind, the front observation platform is now vacant.

Thank you.

Mr Van Leyden, how about a cup of tea before we turn in?

Thank you.

You know, er, I think Mr Peters was wrong to say the things he said to you just now.

Mr Peters is perfectly entitled to think and say what he likes.

It's of no importance to me. I didn't mind.

You looked as if you did. You still do.

Do I? Is there any sugar? - Oh, how silly of me. Of course.

Back to the footplate. Good night, Van Leyden.

Good night. - Good night, Mr Bridie.

Good night, Captain Scott. Don't stay out there too long, you must get some sleep.

Good night, ma'am. Try and get some rest.

Is that enough?

Yes. - Oh!

You know, I ... I've got, er, a lot of friends back home

in Haserabad who are of mixed blood.

Don't be shy, Mr Bridie.

They are half-breeds. So am I. It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Yes, that's what I tell them. They're charming people.

I do hope they're all right.

They are charming to you because you are charming to them.

Oh, no, no, that's nothing to do with it. They're my friends.

I told you, they're my friends.

Mm. Half-breeds in this country, Mr Bridie, are hungry for friends.

They spend most of their time worrying about what they are, and what they are not.

I think it's degrading.

I'm not ashamed to be what I am. I think I'm all right.

I have a certain amount of power, you know.

I don't think power has anything to do with it, Mr. Van Leyden.

Oh, yes, it has. It is vital.

If people know that you can hit back, they're careful how they treat you.

Oh you mustn't be angry with her, she's one of the old school.

I'm not angry.

In fact, I ... er ... I rather admire her.

She's proud, tough, ruthless. Unashamedly patriotic.

A real pain in the neck.

Oh, His Highness!

I am sorry. I cannot rise to bow to His Highness.

When did you ... when did you learn to drive the engine?

Oh, I was same old as Your Highness. Er ... My father taught me.

He was also engine driver, like your father is King.

Don't you want a bigger engine now?

Oh no, His Highness, I am in the habit of "Victoria" now.

Bigger engines only bring troublesomeness.

When people become unsatisfactory with small engines, they want bigger engines.

But one morning there are no bigger engines, than the very big ones,

and people again becomes unsatisfactory.

So why not have small engines and be satisfactory.

Gupta, your ... your English is hopeless.

Yes ... yes, His Highness.

But I am doing practice with Scott sahib now. His English is very hopeful.

Come along, Kishan.

We're stopping. - Oh yes, It's the Kukpra Bridge.

It's almost five years since I was here last on my way home from leave.

Quite a contrast.

Sergeant!

This time it's the bridge.

They've blown it up or a section of it anyway.

I'll have to ask you to get down and walk for a bit.

Walk? But if they've blown up, what are we going to walk on?

Well, luckily these chaps aren't too clever with explosives

and the force has all gone down instead of up.

We're still left with a couple of rails. There still bent but they're still there.

The trouble is there's nothing supporting them.

We're going to walk along a rail with nothing to hold on to?

Well it's only two or three yards.

It won't be easy, and it won't be pleasant, but I think you can do it.

But, Captain Scott, isn't there a chance that this might be another ambush?

A chance, ma'am, yes, but I don't think so.

I don't think this was designed for us. I think it happened two or three days ago.

All right. You say we can walk across. What happens then?

If the supports have gone it won't take the weight of a train, will it?

I think they were trying to stop the heavier traffic.

Ammunition trains, refugee trains, and things like that.

I think there's enough left to bear the weight of old "Victoria”.

Anyway, it's a risk we'll have to take. There's no alternative.

And if it is an ambush?

Well, I'll send the two soldiers on ahead with the Maxim gun.

And they can give us covering fire if necessary.

Come down on the bridge as soon as you're ready.

Kumar.

Sergeant.

Let me have the baby now, please.

Thank you.

Well, that, of course is the army. I don't expect you'll find it as easy as all that.

Now... Any volunteers?

Good for you, Mr Peters. Now don't look down.

Right.

Good.

Ma'am?

Step up on the rail. Don't look down.

Good for you, ma'am.

Mr Bridie?

Now, sir, on the rail.

Don't look down. - Oh dear!

I can't move. - It's all right, sir.

Ha-ha-ha. Good for you!

Go on. Captain Scott won't let you fall.

Look, I'll show you. If I can do it, I know you can.

Don't look down.

Good girl. I'll cross and you pass the boy over, Van Leyden.

Thanks.

Right. Let's have him.

Now, then. Look at me, young fellow.

Keep looking at me.

Now hold him out.

Reach out. Right. Hold him out, Van Leyden.

Well, reach out with him, man!

Look at me, young fellow. That's a good boy.

Don't look down. Come on, man. Stretch out.

Peters, get my waist.

Hold him out!

Well, what's the matter with you? Stretch him out!

Grab the boy!

Come on.

What the devil do you think your doing? - Please!

Please nothing. You deliberately held that boy short.

What was that? You nearly dropped him and you have the audacity to blame me?

That's how you wanted it to look. - Don't be childish!

And what went on in the pump house with that ruddy great flywheel?

Pump house? Pump house? What ... what is he talking about? Let go of me.

Oh, no, Mr. Van Leyden. I'm not letting you go. You're a Moslem, aren't you?

I was wondering when you'd bring that up against me.

And the people who want to kill that little boy are Moslems too.

Kumar! Come back quickly.

I'm putting you under close arrest.

You do that Captain Scott and I'll ...

I'll put you into every newspaper from Calcutta to Berlin.

That's a risk I'll have to take.

You disappoint me, I ...

I really thought you had a brain in spite of being a professional soldier.

Yes. I am a professional soldier. - And I am a professional journalist!

I warn you, you are overstepping your mark. I'm ...er ...

I'm a free journalist! My ... er ... my job is to report!

And my job is to get that boy to Kalapur in safety.

The man's a maniac. The sun has gone to his head.

Oh, madam, don't you hold that boy round the neck, or

he'll say you're trying to strangle him.

Kumar, seize that man.

All right, Captain Scott.

You seem to be determined to get yourself into the headlines.

But you will regret this.

Let go.

Look, aren't you imaging things?

Will you please get off the bridge, all of you.

There may be a dozen rifles aimed at you at this moment. Now, please, leave the bridge.

Anyone can slip on a rail three inches wide. That's no proof that he's a murderer.

Oh, surely you didn't have to arrest him? We're ...

we're all together in the coach, we could have watched him.

Oh, for heaven's sake! Look, I could be wrong, very wrong,

but we can't take a chance with this boy's life.

Now, please, leave the bridge.

Oh, please take him off the bridge.

Will it take the weight? Are ... are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. It's a hobby of mine driving trains over blown-up bridges.

Oh, stop behaving like an overgrown schoolboy!

Well, how do you want me to behave?

Do you want me to tell you there isn't a hope in hell?

I've got to do this job, remember. This time it's my responsibility.

I don't know whether it's a human problem or a military one.

You can work that out. Peters.

Your best chance is to take it fast.

Nonsense,the vibration will break up the structure. Look at it.

I disagree. There's less dynamic weight on any one ...

Who's doing this? You or me?

All right?

Well... Here we go. - Careful, sahib.

Stand by, Gupta. This is it.

Hold, sahib, hold. Don't speedify. Don't speedify.

Now totally.

Very slowly, slowly.

Very little bit more.

A little bit more.

Yes. Very slowly, sahib.

It is right. Right.

Don't worry, Gupta. She'll make it.

She is made, sahib. She is made.

Good driving, sahib. Oh, sahib!

I'm sorry about this, Mr Van Leyden.

I feel sure there'll be a satisfactory explanation.

We made it!

Oh!

Sit down.

Captain Scott. - Yes, ma'am.

I want you to know that I think you acted very wisely over Mr. Van Leyden.

Well, if I didn't, I'm in the soup.

Gupta. - Yes, sahib?

Is the old girl ready to go, or does she need a breather?

She's not a young man like you, sahib. She needs some steam now to go.

How long?

Oh, not more long than five minutes. - Right.

Hello. Isn't this carrying your celebrated dislike of soldiers a little too far?

What do you mean? - Well, looking so blooming miserable,

just because I didn't end up as mincemeat down in the valley.

Ha-ha-ha. Now you look like an abandoned woman! I always thought you were.

Oh, well, I hope there aren't any more bridges.

You know, you really had me scared.

Well, I can promise you, I was scared myself.

Are you sure about Mr Van Leyden?

I ...I mean won't you get into a lot of trouble if your wrong?

Wouldn't you like to see me drummed out of my regiment?

Paraded before the troops. Medals torn off my manly bosom?

I should have thought that would have been just your cup of tea!

They don't really do all that, do they? - Why, of course they do.

Then my best friend calls on me in my quarters, hands me a loaded revolver

and says, "Carruthers, it's the only way out for a gentleman”.

Catherine ...

Thank you, Captain Scott.

William Charles Willoughby. Take your pick.

Oh, Willoughby, definitely!

Oh, dear me, it does seem a pity.

I mean, I know Mr Van Leyden's a difficult man and we've had our differences,

but after all we've been through

it would have been nice to have finished the journey together.

Can I blow the whistle? - Not till we get down on the plain.

When I grow up, I will buy my own engine.

That's a good idea. Come on. Stand over there. Watch me.

At last little Kishan has got his way.

Your play, Mr Bridie. - Mm. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so slow.

Do you think they've tied him up?

You really must stop worrying about Mr. Van Leyden.

I'm sure Captain Scott knows what he's doing.

Yes, of course, but it seems a bit extreme to me

shutting him up like that. After all, what can he do?

Well the idea of shutting him up

is so that we don't have to find out what he can do, Mr. Bridie.

I don't suppose he's even got anything to read.

Well, what in heaven's name does reading have to do with it?

Captain Scott thinks he tried to kill Kishan.

What else can he do but lock him up?

Oh, Mrs Wyatt, it is clear you do not understand the British mentality.

While Van Leyden was a Dutch journalist, Mr Bridie here disliked him intensely.

As soon as he discovered he was a half-breed,

Mr Bridie, began ... well ... felt a certain sympathy for him.

Now that you all suspect him of being anti-British, fanatic and maybe a murderer,

Mr Bridie will start crusading for him.

He has become an underdog and the British love underdogs.

It's better than kicking them, Mr. Peters.

That tells us how much steam is in the boiler. Voom voom voom!

Don't move.

Oh, let me ... er ... let me fill the jug, shall I?

Oh, thank you.

So it is true, Mr Van Leyden.

Stand up where I can see you.

All of you.

The boy too.

He's not here. He's out on the engine.

You. Call the boy.

Call him. - No. Don't.

If you think you can get away with this...

I can and I will and there won't be any witnesses.

Even if you succeed, there is still the other soldier. He controls the engine.

He will obey this.

Call that boy. - No.

All right. Don't call him.

He won't stay out there forever.

If you must massacre us all...

you'd better first remove your safety catch.

Keep back!

May I drive the train? - Presently.

When? - When I say so. Here, have a go.

You were sent, right from the beginning to do this.

You find that strange? - The man's mad.

Not madder than you are.

Like you ladies and gentlemen, I believe in my country.

You are Dutch. - I am Indian. My mother was Dutch.

I'm just one of the half-breeds you despise so much.

What does killing us prove? That you're not a half-breed?

It proves that I am a true Moslem.

That I care enough to fight and maybe even to die for my faith.

For a country that will be all Moslem. A free country and I will belong there.

Are you capable of understanding that?

You're a criminal. You belong in jail.

I find the moral indignation of an armament peddler rather touching.

Look.

Mrs Wyatt. That lamp. Turn it up.

We will be passing through more tunnels

and would I hate to leave you all standing in the dark.

Do as I say.

Stop

or I'll shoot you ... you traitor.

If the killing of children is patriotism then I would rather be a traitor.

Gupta, why didn't you go?

He would have killed you, memsahib. - Yes. I ... I would have killed you.

"Memsahib.”

Don't!

I've had enough tricks.

He's choking!

See to it!

Did you like that?

Prince Kishan is never going to walk through that door.

And neither is Captain Scott.

Time will tell.

I'm going to scream long before they get here. I'm going to warn them.

You're afraid, aren't you?

It can't be easy to kill a child in cold blood.

And the refugee train.

When you came back from it you were as sick as any of us.

It was a ... a useless slaughter.

Isn't killing always useless?

Has the taking of a human life ever solved any problems?

It has and it will again.

I... I like children as much as you do, but that one boy...

My God, don't you understand? That one boy, he's a ... he's a symbol,

He's a ... an outworn tradition that stands between my country and freedom.

I shall kill him.

I must kill him in order to save the lives of thousands.

One life will be lost, one life, one Indian life lost, but thousands will be saved.

Stand back! Stand back from that door!

Tea time, young fellow.

Can I come back later and drive the engine?

Of course. I promised you, didn't I? Ticklish?

Ah. Can you box?

Sergeant, take over the driving of the train.

Watch the steam pressure carefully.

Look at it. Look.

Not a sound from any of you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

How can you drink tea with dirty hands?

Wait a minute.

And not a move from any of you.

Don't scream. I will not kill you if you don't scream.

Don't come in! - Down, everybody!

Gupta!

Tell the Duffadah not to stop. It's a trap!

It's no good, Van Leyden. You can't depress that gun any more.

Help Kumar. - Oh dear. I think I've been hit.

Oh, yes. Yes, you have.

Now, we'll soon have this cleaned up for you.

Good heavens! They're not on the roof?

Am I losing much blood?

Oh, it's only a scratch. You'd have hurt yourself more falling off a bicycle.

You're quite wrong, Mr. Peters. Mr Bridie will have to take very great care.

Now what you need next is a good stiff drink and then I'll get that arm into

a sling for you. - Thank you, Lady Windham. You are kind.

Where's Mr Van Leyden? - He, er...

He got off.

He got off?

Oh dear.

You know I couldn't help liking Mr Van Leyden

even though he did try to drill us all full of holes.

There you are drink that. It will make you feel better.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lady Windham.

Well, now I suppose, all our troubles are over.

There. That's it.

Now, I think you better put this on as you mustn't get

any more sun on your head after a shock like that.

Thank you very much. It's the wrong way round, thank you.

Mr Bridie!

Feed the belt through!

Oh, that's a bit of luck! This is the Bindar Tunnel.

They'll never catch us now. It's two miles long and twists all the way.

Come along, Captain Scott. Come along.

Captain Scott?

Well, that's a funny thing.

Is he all right?

He will be. Get me some water, Mr Bridie.

I don't think he can have been hit. - No, it looks like, er, just this wound.

That's just about the luckiest thing that ever happened to anybody.

Ow! - Keep still. Keep still.

Oh, I... I tell you, this is a mug's game.

I think perhaps you're right.

What would you say if I put those tin soldiers back in the box?

I'd say you'd probably want to get them out again tomorrow.

Don't tell me you've changed your opinion about soldiering?

Well, let's just say I've ... I've learned a couple of things on this journey.

Well, let's just say we've both learned a couple of things on this journey.

There, you are see, what did I tell you?

It's the uniform. They all fall in the end.

Ooh! Ooh!

Message to Kalapur.

Hey, there!

You!

Is this the 9:10 from Guram?

No, it bloody well isn't. It's the last train from Haserabad.

And stand to attention when you speak to a senior officer!

Then John's all right? He's really all right?

Yes, Sir John's quite all right. The rebels never broke into the fort.

Reinforcements got through, sir? - Yes, last night.

The attack broke up as soon as they knew you'd got the boy away.

We'll meet again, Captain Scott. I shall be staying at Government House,

and I know the Viceroy will be interested to hear of your part of this journey.

Thank you, ma'am. Don't forget Mr Bridie. He's got a kick like a mule.

That saved the lot of us. Well, Gupta.

See, sahib? They said "Victoria” too old, no good except but for shunting.

Let them speak now. She showed them.

She certainly did. Well done, Kumar. Well done, Sergeant.

Mr. Peters, we were a bit worried you wouldn't get to the Delhi conference.

The government are very interested in this new field-gun

your people are putting on the market.

Captain Scott, thank you for saving my life. You are my friend now.

Well, I hope so. - But you are British.

Will I have to fight you? - Good heaven's, no. Why should you?

My father said... - Well, what did he say?

I must fight the British to make them go away.

I wish I could have driven the engine.

Well, it looks as though you'll have to fight little Kishan now.

That's all the thanks you get.

That's all the thanks we ever get.

"Be thankful you're living and trust your luck.

"March to your front like a soldier.”

Who said that? - A man called Kipling.

Another tea drinker.

Well! We'd better try and find a home for young India.