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I wasn't expecting that.

Sorry, sir. They must have put
me in the wrong compartment.

If you're Colonel Savage,
I'm General Ackerby.

When I heard you were
going back to England

I arranged your
travelling with me.

That's very kind of you, sir.

I, uh, I didn't realize I'd be
breaking up a leave-taking.

I'm afraid you're
stuck with her.

It isn't too hot in Calcutta.

Won't you... get a cabin
to yourself on the ship.

I'd raise a cane if I had known.

We're starting.

I got your address.
I'll write. Goodbye, sir.

Think of us sometime.
We'll all miss you.

Oh, the heck with it!

Goodbye, Victoria. Everything
turned out the way it had to.

- God keep you safe.
- And you.

Oh, confound it!

'Sit down. Make
yourself comfortable.'

What a very attractive girl.

- English woman?
- No, sir. Indian.

With English blood
or English with Indian blood.

Half-caste if you like.
Chee-chee.

The race that never
belonged to either side.

And won't belong anywhere
after we've pulled out.

I'm one of the new boys they've
sent to speed up the withdrawal.

At the moment, I feel
I'll never understand India

but I'm willing to learn.

I gather your
particular thorn was..

What's that communist's
name who was behind

all the anti-British riots?

The Indian blowing up
our troop trains.

Davay.

Your man-hunter,
local martyr.

Instead of cutting your
throat, they decorate you

with garlands when you
pull out. Doesn't make sense.

But Davay was as much
their enemy as ours.

I see you're not anti-wog.

I never call the Indians wogs.

I never hate in the plural.

When were you detailed
to Bhowani Junction?

Oh, just after the
Indian Navy had mutinied..

...excited the whole
country to a fever pitch

of patriotic sympathy.

As a result of the Indian
Congress party support

of the mutiny, the
government had anticipated

nation-wide trouble.

I was detailed to Bhowani
Junction with a battalion

of Pathans as emergency
reserves for civil authorities.

Things weren't made any easier
for us by the Congress party.

They were afraid we might
change our minds about leaving.

You remember we hadn't
specified any exact date

so they were determined
to speed us on our way

by every peaceful means
at their disposal.

The day I arrived, a local
train had been derailed.

And the Congress party
quite naturally

took advantage of this.

Wherever the crowd was thick,
you'd always see the party men

in that little white Gandhi
hats, telling the people

the best way to create harmless

butwell-organized confusion.

The immediate idea,
of course, was to bring

the normal operation
of Bhowani Junction

as the railway center
to a dead halt

by choking it solid
with crowds. Big crowds.

Passive resistance means strict
observance of law and order.

But in other parts of town,
under the guise of genuine

party members, the communist
underground were all ready

to turn genuine passive
resistance into a bloodbath.

...zindabad!

- Inqalab!
- Zindabad!

What I didn't know until later
was that Davay himself

was already in the town,
popping up in nine places

at once to add fuel
to the flames

but always keeping two
jumps ahead of the police.

Didn't help to
arrest the party-men.

They loved going to jail.

Helped to choke
the jails and courts.

Nor did it help that the
Congress party's local leader

was the darndest mixture
of a really noble patriot

and Donald Duck,
Mr. Surabhai.

He had a genius for doing

all the right things
all the wrong way.

Aah, excuse, good sir.
I would like to ask you.

When will this inefficient
railway performance duties fi--

- Not now, Surabhai, not now!
- I'm asking you, sir.

You see this ticket?

The poor devil who was
getting it in the neck

from all four corners was the
local traffic superintendant

Patrick Taylor.

He was an Anglo-Indian.

He felt the passive resistance

had been deliberately rigged
to persecute the Anglo-Indians.

Now, that may sound childish
to you, but their bitter sense

of belonging nowhere
makes Anglo-Indians

a touchy high-strung lot.

Doesn't take much to send
them flying off the handle.

Superintendent Victoria Jones
was arriving back home

after four years on active duty

and in those days, she was
no exception to the rule.

She had so many chips
on her shoulder

you only had to cough politely
to send them all flying.

We're only poor natives,
good sir. We are nothing.

Forgive us for it.

I know you Congress fellows.

Derail a train and go on
a passive resistance spree.

Oh, no, good sir.
Look at this ticket.

We're waiting for
the train, that's all.

'I've been watching you
for some time now.'

'I know you're their
bloody ring leader.'

You get them out of here.

- Get them out of here.
- Yes, sir. Now.

- Get them outta here!
- Patrick. Patrick!

Vicky, I've been..

Vicky! I've been..

Oh, Ms. Jones.

On behalf of my brothers
and myself, accept our greeting.

Oh, thank you. But I didn't
expect quite such an ovation.

- Pleasure, pleasure.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

You are sorry? He pushed me,
the haughty fellow.

Let's get out of this
mess and go somewhere

where we can be alone.

- 'Mr. Taylor, Mr. Taylor!
- Not now--

It's urgent. A British officer
wants to see you immediately.

I'm not a stooge at the beck
and call of every officer.

Perhaps, you ought to.

I'll teach them wasting my time.

You watch me.

Aren't you supposed to be the
the traffic warden around here?

I'm district traffic
superintendant, yes.

There aren't any particular
arrangements, aren't there?

What do you expect, mister?
Brass band

and the whole of Bhowani
District staff on parade?

I don't want any of that
chee-chee backchat from you.

'That'll do.'

There don't seem to be
any arrangements, sir.

My name's Savage.

I command the first battalion of
the 13th Frontier Force Rifles.

Haven't you got a telegram
from headquarters in Delhi

warning you that my
battalion is on its way?

Telegram? No. I'd know
because I'm in charge here.

If you're in charge,
this mess is yours.

- I'll take that.
- Yes, sir.

"Advanced party of my battalion
are packed like sardines

in a train down the
line in this heat."

I don't propose they suffer
for your mistakes.

If anyone suffers,
I'll see that it's you.

- But, sir--
- Excuse me, sir.

I worked in transportation
director at Delhi.

The man who sends out the
telegrams is awfully nice

but sometimes he forgets to send
copies to everyone concerned.

We've had that trouble
before, Colonel.

Get this off as quick as you
can. Let's go to your office.

You better come, too.

What are you doing?

Careful now, you nearly fell.

- What's your name?
- Jones.

You better walk ahead of us,
Superintendent Jones.

I should have got
angry with McDaniel.

Instead, I got angry with her.

Kasel, there's a military
special on its way here.

- Find where it is.
- Yes. I just got it.

- What? Why didn't you tell me?
- I was going to--

I am responsible here, you have
no business not to tell me.

- At once, you hear?
- Finish your squabble later.

I'm expecting the collector
in few minutes for briefing.

Now, listen... my battalion
is coming here

for internal security duties,
particularly railway protection.

I'll need an office.

Uh, Kasel. Can you
please take notes?

I want the use
of your motor trolleys--

Colonel, there are
railway regulations

for use of motor trolleys.

I want a covered wagon
for use as a mobile canteen.

'I'm gonna provide
platoon guards..'

'There will be
trouble--'

'I'll put field
telephones here.'

'You will have to be
in touch with me so that'

'my trolley patrols do not
run into unscheduled trains.'

Oh, Colonel, look here, I ca..

I'll show him. You can't argue
with printed regulations.

You see, Colonel? I'm not
authorized to lend you

rolling stock of the railway.

Your job is to get things done.

Not to find reasons
why they can't be done.

He didn't even give me chance.

That smile. Did you
see what he did to me?

Acted as though I led
that that filthy man on.

Oh, we Anglo-Indians may
as well cut our throats.

Between the military
and the wogs.

Even the new collector is
a wog called Govindaswami.

Think of it, the lord and master

of this whole district,
a real black--

Oh, Mr. Collector.
The Colonel's here.

I-I'll tell him.

Colonel, I thought you might
like to know the c--

Mr. Govindaswami.

And this is
George Lanson, Colonel.

He's head of civil police
and my right-hand man.

You and I can work
together, Lanson.

You know Taylor, sir?
Superintendent Jones.

Hello, Taylor. Ms. Jones,
I know your father.

- Welcome home.
- Thank you, sir.

I feel a little happier
now your battalion

is on its way here. What
you've seen today is typical

of what is happening all over
India with this difference.

We've a man hiding in Bhowani
who'll do everything he can

to turn passive resistance
into bloody revolution.

Does the name Davay
mean anything to you?

Is that the chap who went
over the Japs in '42?

Then found his way
to Soviet Central Asia.

Two weeks ago, suddenly
reappears in Calcutta.

Now here. Apparently,
he has friends.

A brilliant organizer as well
as clever with his hands.

Taylor, may we use your office?

Certainly, colonel.
I'll get some chairs.

Now, this concerns all of you.
Ms. Jones, would you mind?

Well, what about Davay?

- What's he up to now?
- Getting ready.

For the big emergency.
That's when he'll strike.

There's already mutiny
in the Indian Navy.

There's danger of a big
railway strike in sympathy.

There was a derailment
here this morning

that was almost certainly Davay.

A rehearsal for worse to come.

I knew it. He's hand-in-glove
with Surabhai in the Congress.

They knew all about
this derailment.

Swarming over the station
and taking advantage.

I told him. I told Surabhai,
didn't I, Victoria?

No, Mr. Taylor. I'm afraid
it isn't as simple as that.

Mr. Surabhai for all his
love of conspiracy

is a man of peace, a patriot.

Call that patriotic?
Choking up a railway?

Mr. Surabhai hates what Davay
and the communists stand for.

He genuinely believes,
as Gandhi does

'passive resistance will put the
Congress in power peacefully.'

But Davay's crowd want
to make it impossible

for Congress to govern
after the British leave.

But who can rule after,
except Congress?

Who do they want?

Their masters and their
minds are in Moscow.

They want to reduce India
to chaos and anarchy

so that they can take over.

All Congress wants,
will all due respect, old chap

is to hurry the Britishers
peacefully out of India.

- Nothing personal, of course.
- Oh, far from it.

Once you're gone,
we'll miss you all terribly.

I have been called a lackey
of British imperialism.

I'm not. I work for the day when
India will be for the Indians

because I too, shall
we say, am a native.

A wog.

But I do not conspire
with those who would end

British rule in a bloodbath.

Could we have
a private word, sir?

Oh, yes, sir. My office,
here on the left.

Looks as if they're breaking up.

Yes, they've let off
steam. Thank goodness.

What'll happen tomorrow
or next week, no one knows.

- After you, sir.
- Thank you.

- What's your full name?
- Victoria Jones.

- Army number?
- 746.

- Status?
- On leave, pending release.

You obviously know the workings
of the railways here

and the army.
I'd like you back

on active service
as liaison between us.

I'm afraid I have
other things to do.

Isn't it time you
condescended to accept India

as your own country? You might
find it worth protecting.

- I spent the last four years--
- Forget the last four years.

You heard what Mr. Govindaswami
has just been saying.

That'll be all for now.

- Let's go.
- Oh, goodbye.

No need for that. Blast the
ruddy military to blazes!

Get on.

Eyes front.

Where's your hat?

I never wear it
unless I have to.

But the sun,
you'll get all brown.

- It's the hottest time of day.
- The sun doesn't make us brown.

It was obvious Taylor was head
over heels in love with her.

I'd be a liar if I said
I hadn't found her

very attractive myself.

But I'd seen enough
of situations

between officers
and Anglo-Indian girls.

I decided to keep my feelings
to myself, my mind on the job.

Pata.

'Pater darling!

'Pater.'

Pater!

- Pater..
- Oh! My girl!

- My very own girl.
- Where's mother?

Inside probably,
waiting for you.

Mater.

She called her father Pater
and her mother Mater.

Everything, in their
own little world

was just second-hand illusion.

Mother.

It was begged,
borrowed, or stolen

from the British society
that had made them

and then rejected them
in the same breath.

Hey bachha, my beti.
My bachha.

My lovely child.

Here are the soldiers,
mother. Look.

Isn't that a lovely sight?

Victoria, there's
that colonel again.

Vitoria, is that the
colonel you didn't like?

Why, he seems just
a fine gentleman to me

Why don't you ask the
colonel if he'd like

to come in for a glass of beer?

Splendid.
You know, Victoria.

He'd be nicer to us,
then he'll know who we were.

He's got a pretty good idea now.

Oh, dear me. Whatever,
what happened to India.

If men like the Colonel ever
decided to pack up and go home.

I know, Pater, but
they're going to leave.

Most people in Delhi
say very soon.

They cant! If they left
India, what would happen

to us Anglo-Indians?
We'd be finished.

Most of the British
I talked to in Delhi

they hardly know there are
such things as Anglo-Indians.

We're just a drop in the bucket
to them and to the Indians.

I suppose we must
look jolly small too

after all that la-di-dah
stuff in Delhi

but you're still
one of us, Victoria.

The sooner you get that
in your head, the better.

Mater, let me help you.

You sit down and let me
spoil you a bit.

I haven't had a chance yet.

You've been away so long.

That's the trouble
if you ask me.

Patrick, I only mean..

Sometimes, we talk as if the
Lord fixed everything in India

so it can't ever change,
but it is changing.

The sooner we
face it, the better.

Do you think a ruddy
Congress government

would hold jobs open for us on
the railway like the British?

I don't like Colonel Savage
anymore than you

but if the Indians have their
go, we'll have nothing left.

Our schools, our positions.
They'd take everything.

Let them! At least we'd stand on
our own feet like other people.

We may as well throw away our
topis and turn our skins black.

We'll be nobodys!
It isn't just jobs!

'It's our social position!
It's who you are!'

And who are we?
I'll tell you.

- Chee-chees! Blackie-whites!
- Victoria!

What are you trying
to do, child? Hurt us?

I'm only trying to make
Patrick see the truth.

When the British go, we must
take our fate into our hands.

If the British go,
I go with them!

Home? Where is your
home, man? England?

Then you fell in the
black sea on your way here!

Victoria, stop this!

I used to think the way you do

but I've spent 4 years
with Englishmen and Indians.

They know who they are!
We don't!

We can't become English
because we're half-Indian.

We can't become Indian
because we're half-English.

I've discovered it's
a wonderful thing to know

who you are, and that's
what we don't know.

The past is gone,
the present going.

I'm asking you to think, man!
Use your head and think!

Victoria.

Victoria, let me come in.

Come in, then.

Do you think I'm trying
to run away from you all?

My dear, I'd be running
away from myself, wouldn't I?

I know you think what I
said was wrong, Victoria

but we have to use our
hearts, not our heads.

It is my heart that makes me
disagree with you, Patrick

as well as my head.

You have no idea
how fresh and free it is

to be English or to be Indian.

Why must we torture
ourselves with ideas

that we're better or
worse than other people?

Why don't we put on
dhotis and saris

'and marry Indians
if we want to?'

Could you?

I don't know.

But I could never marry
anyone but you, Victoria

and I thought you could
never marry anyone but me.

It used to be like that.

You and me, and no one
else for either of us.

I want to marry you, Victoria.

I want you to want me.

Salaam, memsahib.

What's wrong, Victoria?

W.A.A.C. directorate
in Delhi.

What does it say?

"Leave canceled
owing to emergency.

Report to officer
commanding first battalion.."

He did it.
Colonel Savage.

Straight to the
head of the W.A.A.C.

I hate him.

What are you going to do?

I could go sick.

He'd send a doctor.

Yes, he would.

I am in the service.
There is an emergency.

He's got me.

You see, after all, our
fate isn't in our own hands.

I have to do it.

Victoria, what about us?
You and I?

We? Do what we're meant to
do. Run the ruddy railway.

Isn't that what
we were born for, man?

So Victoria Jones reported
for duty in the traffic office.

McDaniel operated
from there as well.

He operated as if his duties
were at the bottom of a sewer.

'Miss Jones! Miss Jones!'

'Here are the timetables
for the colonel.'

'Oh, thank you, Ranjit.'

I see the ten mail up
is leaving later.

How they love to
watch the soldiers.

But I suppose we all do.

I prefer to watch the children.

They are the future,
Miss Jones, the new India.

For them life will be
very different.

And it will not be politics.

But education that
will have shaped them.

That is where I would like
to do my work-education.

'Our country will open
like a flower once'

'the British are gone
and India is free.'

The 68 up is on time.

You're not too fond of the
British, are you, Ranjit?

But you can cope
with them, can't you?

Like most Indians,
I have learned to bend

a little with the wind.

It surprises me finding someone
like you in a place like this.

Well, you're not being
very friendly, are you?

The same unrest was
breaking out all over India.

At Bhowani the congress party's
efforts were rewarded

by a railway strike in support
of the naval mutineers.

The Anglo-Indians tried
to stick to their jobs

but got dragged out
and shaken up for their pains.

Hundreds of miles of vital
communications were paralyzed

in as many minutes.

Up north, an ammunition train
was abandoned

just far enough out of
reach of our protection

to be nicely in reach
of Davay's looters.

Well, that didn't seem
to worry the congress party.

To them the strike
was an occasion

for full-scale celebration.

As long as they kept
the strike going

the British were hamstrung.

So they were going to
keep the strike going or bust.

- Good day, sir.
- Carry on.

That's why they give wack-eyes
khaki safety-first knickers.

Enough of these jokes, Colonel.

Victoria's under your orders
because you went behind

her back and pulled strings but
she doesn't have to be insulted.

I think the controller will
be glad to see you, colonel.

- Looks like trouble, huh?
- Appears so, colonel.

Mr. Surabhai and his flock seem
to be determined

to stop your train.

He better not try.
There's enough dynamite

lying at Merut
to blow up half the town.

I don't want to cramp
your style, colonel

but I'm afraid it's very
much touch and go here.

So keep a tight reign
on your chaps.

Passive resistance is
very difficult to deal with.

Ugly customers those, sir. Would
you like me to close the gate?

No, let them in.
There's no law against it.

We're likely to have some bricks
fired at us. Still want to stay?

My father will be driving that
engine through, sir.

Ah, Mr. Collector.

You and your Lieutenant Colonel

and all his war dogs
cannot stop us.

So nice to meet you
here, Miss Jones.

We are correctly legal
in our peaceful protest

Against the slaughtering
of our naval brothers.

Nobody's been slaughtered
yet, Mr. Surabhai.

Those sailors are your naval
brothers as well as mine.

Even though you glory
in your post

as Lackey of
the British Imperialists.

We will make protest,
peaceable, non-violent protest.

A non-violent missile,
Mr. Surabhai?

No, no, no, my friends.
Please, no violence.

Let not your natural feelings
get on top of you.

Enough of this confabulation.

'Tis to no purpose. I'm
going out to join my comrades.

Mr. Surabhai, this train
is on a Mission of Mercy.

There's dynamite lying
unguarded at Mallroy.

If the wrong people get
their hands on it

they can turn this thing
into a blood bath.

British lies
to deceive the people.

Lies!

Lies! Lies!

No, my friends.
No violence, please.

I order you all to disperse.

In one minute the military
will open fire

and clear the platform.

Murderers. Murderers.

What do you want to
do about these people?

I don't honestly know.
I don't want them hurt.

Jones, get your engine
all ready to start.

Yes, colonel, I'm ready now.

Colonel Savage!

Please don't let him do it, sir!

Mr. Surabhai
won't get up!

Why do you think
he won't get up?

Because he believes he's
right, because he's brave.

I think she's right, sir. He's
always wanted to be a martyr.

Miss Jones, I expect
I'm as good a judge

Of Mr. Surabhai's character as
you are. Mind your own business!

Will you get your people
off the track?

Because I'm going
to move my train.

Then you will move it over
the bodies of dead Indians.

Mr. Surabhai, are you
a high-caste Hindu?

Yes, but all castes are like
one in the fight for freedom.

Good.

You're all of you going to be
used as a steward

by these untouchables.

What did you say?
What are you going to do?

Oh, you beastly, horrible..

I give you 5 seconds

or prepare yourself for
five months' purification.

One..

...two...

...three...

...four...

...five!

I suppose the heart of
Victoria Jones that was Indian

was revolted at the degradation
of Surabhai at British hands.

I hate the lot of you sometimes.

I'll take my white face
out of here.

We'll be gone
for good soon enough.

Yes, run away. Surabhai
makes me very bad-tempered.

He's the stuff
heroes are made of.

Look here, don't go wandering
around the city tonight.

Have you heard
something already?

No, but I'm an Indian.
There will be repercussions.

Take my word. It won't be
safe for white faces.

By heaven I wish
we could catch Davay.

You don't look well, Miss Jones.

You're a cruel bully.

The path of duty is the way to
glory. I'll drive you home now.

Mr. Taylor
will take me home.

Yes, certainly, I will.

Ha ha ha!
Oh, that's good!

That's Colonel Savage's
idea, eh?

Oh, oh, I'll never
think badly of him again.

That's priceless! Ha ha!

Don't you think it's funny?

That will make them
look foolish, I'll bet!

Can't you understand anything?

Can't you understand
how they feel or me?

I came back from Delhi
ready to love you.

And I found you were all
the things I don't want to be.

When I'm happy, you spoil it.

When I'm in trouble,
you don't notice.

You won't do what I ask.
When I ask you not to do--

- But--
- Don't but me, you fool!

You're a snob,
and you're self-satisfied!

And you're-you're
a ruddy chee-chee!

And you make me behave
like a chee-chee, too!

Now, go away! I don't ever want
to see you again except on duty.

It was awful.
Ranjit..

Please forgive..
I hated it.

We've learned to turn
away from such things.

But you in the kindness
of your heart were hurt.

That is why I'm sorry.

Hello, Baker.
Send your message. Over.

'Hello, Baker. Sun Ray speaking.
Fetch liaise officer. Over.'

Colonel Savage.

Hello, baker. Liaise
officer on set, over.

'Hello, Baker. Wires are down.
I can't reach Govindaswami.'

'Tell him the dynamite
was stolen'

'before the train reached.'

'Ask him to meet me at the Hindu
temple. Fire and looting. Over.'

Hello, baker.
Wilco. Out.

Mr. Govindaswami,
please.

So Colonel Savage
lost after all.

We were expecting riots,
and we got them..

...with a vengeance.

Davay's henchmen did
a thorough job of rousing up

the lawless element that exists
in every town

and setting them loose among

the demonstrators until
the whole place ran amok.

They persecuted whoever
they felt like persecuting.

Played up old religious
differences, looted.

Plundered the shops,
ruined the merchants

by setting fire to their
freshly dyed silks

where they were
hanging up to dry.

Hello, baker.
Wilco, over.

'Hello, Baker.
Close down now. Out.'

Please, let me see you to
your house, Miss Jones.

No need for that.

I wouldn't like you to go alone.

Wait until the troop train
comes, I'll go with you.

I'll walk down there.
At night it's patrolled.

You don't think of me as
an Indian, do you, Ranjit?

No, Miss Jones.
As a European.

I feel as if I've come
to the point where

I don't belong anywhere.

Goodnight.

Oh, there we are.

Well, stop trembling. Your uncle
Graham isn't going to hurt you.

You know, it's
a good job I saw you.

For heaven sake, Victoria,
if anyone says halt

stop and say chaka.
It's tonight's password.

Oh, chaka. Fine.
I'll go on from here.

Wait. Colonel would blame me
if anything happened to you.

I say, he's not turning
sweet on you himself, is he?

There's no need for you to
come any further. Goodnight.

- Halt! Who go there?
- Chaka.

Proceed.

Almost out of the woods.
You're nearly home.

Yes, I know.
Thank you.

Won't you thank me properly?

Thank you very much,
Captain McDaniel.

Come on.
Thank me like this.

Come on!
Stop struggling!

Put that down,
Ms. Jones.

Come quickly. Come!

Oh!

- Who did she kill, my son?
- I did-didn't kill anybody.

'I didn't. I didn't.'

'I didn't. I didn't.'

- I didn't. I didn't.
- Look, girl.

Didn't.

Now, who has she killed, son?

A British officer.
Captain McDaniel.

- In the yards. He deserved it.
- Is he still there?

- Has he been discovered yet?
- I don't think so.

- He tried to rape me.
- Ah.

Son, call our friend.

But do you think that's wise?
I mean, to tell anybody else?

Yes, I must tell the collector.
I must tell Mr. Lanson.

What will they think when they
know you came straight here?

Who do you think they
will put the guilt on?

My son.

He has tried to help you.
Now, he is in this with you.

Now, hurry and fetch our friend.

Now, take all these
clothes off. Be quick.

Here.

Mari!

Soap, water, basin,
and that stain remover.

- You know what has happened?
- Yes. I'll go at once.

I'll be back in
half hour at most.

What are you going to do?
I must tell someone.

They'll say you led
the Englishman on.

They'll say anything
to protect his reputation

the army's reputation,
not yours.

Our friend will arrange it so
that they will never find out.

Sit down, girl. Sit down.
Son, bring a chair for her here.

You don't seem to realize
I've killed somebody.

You killed an Englishman,
an army officer.

That's not a person.
That's an animal.

Give her a drink, son.

Why should you support
the British law?

You're half Indian, aren't you?

He tried before.
It was awful.

Quiet, girl.

My child, you've done
a great thing.

Today, you are heroine
of the new India.

I seldom drink,
but I drink to you now.

Jai Hind!

Go and see if anybody's
watching this house.

- I must--
- You must!

Have you ever met an Englishman
that didn't insult you?

Haven't your own people
worked for them for a 100 years?

And how are they
going to reward you?

They're going to leave
you here with us.

What do you think we are
going to do with Anglo-Indians?

We're going to make you
realize that you are Indians.

Inferior Indians.

Possibly disloyal Indians.

Because you spent the last 100
years licking England's boots

and kicking us
with your own boots.

I saw what the soldiers did
to our people at the station.

I saw you.

You didn't look happy.

Why don't you see that you
are an Indian and act like one?

Here.

Put this on until
your clothes are dry.

Our friend will
be back very soon.

Ah!

No wonder my son
is in love with you.

And you are just
the woman for him.

But... I never thought
of him in that way.

Any man will do for you.

Oh, no, do not be angry.
I mean, you need a man.

You are quite old, you know.

My son is a good boy,
but he needs a woman of purpose.

He talks of returning
to the Sikh religion.

Foolish! You are
stronger than he is.

You can make of him
whatever you wish.

But I think he's very
nice the way he is.

Here.

Look.

India is your home, my child.

The dawn is breaking now.

Our dawn, our sun, our freedom.

We will stand by you
whatever you do always.

Trust us.

Well?

They're gone.

Keep the sari, my child.
Wear it proudly.

Tomorrow, my son will
invite you for a visit.

You must come. Some
interesting people may call.

And I want to see you again.

And remember, nobody
but us should know

that our friend, Ghanshyam,
is staying here.

Why mustn't I mention
Ghanshyam? Who is he?

A gentleman from western India.
My mother's devoted to him.

She doesn't want him
implicated in this.

The body is buried in the city
where it won't be found.

But the sentry that
challenged them? And me?

Don't worry. He's a friend. I
saw him. He won't say anything.

Now, we must get
our stories straight.

You left Captain McDaniel by the
signal box outside your home.

You said goodnight..

The next thing we all knew
Victoria and Ranjit

were appearing
together publicly.

In case one or two of us
were a bit slow on the uptake

the wardrobe was thrown in
as an unmistakable'

gesture of defiance.

Victoria, I shall never
get over seeing you

just take out a cigarette
and smoke it.

- In a sari, you mean.
- Yes.

Yes. All the ordinary Indian
ladies will have a fit.

- What about your mother?
- Oh, she won't mind.

She's not ordinary.

There is Mr. Taylor.
Do you think it wise?

Come on. If I
have to hide now

I might as well
give up altogether.

Lemonade, please.
Same for you, Ranjit?

- What are you doing here?
- Seeing a picture with Ranjit.

- You came here with Kasel?
- Oh, Patrick, you clumsy..

Oh, colonel, jolly
good idea that of yours.

You know what your men did to
those wogs lying on the rail?

Would you mind not dragging me
into your mating squabbles?

See, it's like that, eh?
All open and above board.

The lady left..
Ow!

Ranjit, would you find a table
for us and hold it, please?

Why don't you go to wog cinema?
That's where you belong.

Holding hands and chewing betel
nuts with your black boyfriend?

Don't you say that about Ranjit.
To me or anybody else.

- This is for Europeans!
- I'll see the picture with him

and anything else
I ruddy well please.

Do you see? Now,
go home and sober up.

And learn to behave yourself.

Vic-Victoria,
I wasn't going to hit you.

This is an awful way for us
to be. Why don't you marry me?

I only get drunk
because I'm so miserable.

Marry you and sit in the house
all day with a topi on my head

because somebody might
think I'm an Indian? Not me!

You having love
troubles, Ms. Jones?

It's none of your business, sir.

If you started wearing
these winding sheets

in order to shake off Taylor,
you're much cleverer

than you have a right to be
with your other armament.

If you're doing it because you
are interested in Ranjit Kasel

well, that's a horse of a
different color, Miss Starkey.

Why did he call you
Miss Starkey?

To hurt.

I don't always
understand Colonel Savage.

I wish I didn't always
understand him.

But I want to be able to share
these things with you, Victoria.

Then listen. There was a
young lady named Starkey

who got herself
hitched to a darky.

The result of her sins
was an eight-some of twins.

Two black, two white,
and 4 khaki.

Good evening, Miss Jones.

I'm sorry to butt in, but may I?

You're changing worlds,
I see. Meeting new friends.

I wonder if you can help me.

Perhaps you've seen
this man here in Bhowani..

...or anyone like him.

Now, take a good look.

No, I've never seen this man.

Ranjit Singh, you get around
this town a good deal.

Have you ever seen this man?

No, I haven't.

Who is he?

Davay. Taken 8 years ago.

We've believe that it was he
who stole the dynamite at Mauro.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Miss Jones, may I have
a word with you, please?

Alone.

It's about McDaniel.

- How can I help?
- He's still missing, you know.

When he left you
at the signal post

did he tell you
where he was going?

He just said goodnight, and I
left. I've told you that before.

After all, you are the
last person who saw him

as far as we know.

Now, when he said
goodnight to you

did he try to kiss you?

Did you kiss him? Anything?

I'm really sorry about this, but
I've a good reason for asking.

It seems that McDaniel had been
telling his friends around here

that he was very fond of you.

He even indicated that
you returned this feeling.

What I'm getting at is that
if you did in fact like him--

I did not
like him, Mr. Lanson.

- He made advances to me once--
- He did?

- I didn't encourage any time.
- You let him accompany you.

- It was the night of the riot..
- 'Lanson!'

You should know better than to
question an officer serving

with my regiment without
first asking my permission.

- Well, if you'd been here--
- I heard the last part.

Miss Jones so obviously
disliked McDaniel

that I ordered him never to
be alone with her anywhere.

Very well, Miss Jones.

May I remind you that I've got
my duties just as you've yours.

I'm still looking for
that sentry of yours

who disappeared the
same time as McDaniel.

There's no trace.

'That sari suits you.
I cannot tell you how much.'

'Why do you think I wear it?
Come on, Ranjit.'

All the criticism
only made her more stubborn.

She put up a carefree front.

But behind it, she was
desperately anxious

to persuade herself

that her liking and respect
for Ranjit would turn to love.

Once she entered his world and
learned to become an Indian.

That music!
What is it, Ranjit?

It is a love song.
It is quite well known.

Everything's new to me.

- I have an awful lot to learn.
- About music?

Yes, that... and everything.

Miss Jones.

For heaven's sake, Ranjit.
Call me Victoria.

I admire you... Victoria.

And I am honorably
in love with you.

I wanted you to have
time to know me better.

My mother told me to hurry or
you would marry somebody else.

She said that if I didn't make
up your mind for you, she would.

I won't hurry,
not even for your mother.

And anyway,
I'd rather you asked me.

But I would not know
how to ask you.

Very well then, I'll ask you.

When the time comes.

'I'm sorry, Victoria.'

I too have much to learn
about your ways.

The day after tomorrow,
I am going to the Sikh temple

to be received back
in my religion.

You mean you would
want me to become a Sikh

if-if we get married.

I would, Victoria. You would
have to have another name then.

Victoria is not a proper
name for an Indian.

No, it isn't.

But Victoria is my name.

Would I have to live
here with your mother?

Of course. Otherwise,
they will say I threw her out.

You know, Ranjit, I..

...I think it's time you
broke away from your mother.

Yes, I suppose it is.

You will come with me?

I will if that's
the way it must be.

This is our holy book.

You will need it
for the service.

Read it.

Well, the strike ended and the
railway was back to normal.

To an uninitiated eye,
order was successfully restored

And the situation
was in hand at last.

To us, it was simply
a question of when

and where Davay
would strike again.

Hurry up. Someone's
dying over here.

It's no good. He's dead.

Can't be here all day.
I've got other things to do.

Get your boys who aren't injured
to work as stretcher bearers.

- Colonel, we found this.
- Aha! Just what I thought.

F.I.D. wire,
mark 4 detonator caps.

All army ordinance, same as the
stuff that was taken at Mari.

Once Davay got his hands on it,
this was a foregone conclusion.

It wouldn't have been,
if we'd caught him first.

Swing it round more!

Watch your heads on the roof.

'Please, sir, this way, please.'

Heroic white sari suits you.
Doesn't go what I got you here?

The duty officer didn't give me
time to get into uniform.

- Why did you force me to come?
- Find the O.C. Troops.

If he's got medical personnel
on the train, take them to RAP.

You go with them
or report to the M.O.

Where the devil do
you think you're going?

Why did you force me
to come here?

So that you could see what
dynamite does to the human body.

- I didn't do this.
- They didn't do it, either.

Now go help the poor
beggars who are dying.

Here, you! Wash down this woman.

What are you waiting for?
Take her over there, can't you?

Swab her down, I said.

Take it away.

Hey, you, get the hose this way.

Three of them here, I think.

Look out, you're gonna
burn yourself.

Here, take these across to
that first aid wagon over there.

Do whatever he tells you.

Mehta.

- Did you have a hand in this?
- I'm only helping.

And watching the death
agony of the British empire.

It isn't just British soldiers
It's our own people, too.

You cannot make omelet
without breaking eggs.

Your mother will tell you that.

Patrick, Patrick,
let me wash that cut.

I don't want your hands on me.

Ranjit... Do you think
Ghanshyam is Davay?

I'm not sure.
I hate to believe it.

But I'm beginning
to think he might be.

What if he is?

Ghanshyam buried
the body at great risk.

If we give him away, he'll
tell about you and McDaniel.

But if he is Davay and did this.
What are we going to do?

If there's any doubt,
I cannot do anything.

They'll arrest my mother. She's
fought the British for 26 years.

She's been in jail many times.

I can't send her
to prison again.

Get going!

Don't tell me you're
still on your own two feet.

There's hope for you yet.

'Stand at ease.'

Afternoon.

Hello, Mr. Lanson. If you wanted
to see Colonel Savage--

No, thank you.
It's you, I want to talk to.

Captain McDaniel's body was
found early this morning

In a dung heap in the city.

Had a notice hung round
the neck. "Quit India."

The head was battered in and
other mutilations carried out.

You're surprised, why?

I was just thinking,
how horrible.

When was he killed?

Oh, we know when he
was killed, Miss Jones.

To the hour,
nearly to the minute.

But I'm afraid
that's not quite all.

You'll remember that the sentry
who was on duty in the yards

the night of McDaniel's murder
has been missing as well?

We found his body
at the same time.

The throat was cut.

He'd been murdered at
the same time as McDaniel.

An hour later at the most.

And since both bodies were
found at the same place..

...we're assuming that
whoever disposed of McDaniel

'killed the sentry as well.'

You're still certain
that you've never met

the stranger in this town
who is Davay

but calls himself Ghanshyam?

Alright, Miss Jones.

That's all I want to find out.

'I'm afraid I may have
to ask you to come down.'

'to my headquarters.'

I hope you're not trying
to shield anyone.

I beg to be received
back into the true faith.

- I want her to become a Sikh.
- Do you agree?

Yes.

May you be blessed
in the name of the Lord.

What are you trying to do,
child, hurt us?

Why don't you see that you are
an Indianand act like one?

Why don't you go
to the wog cinema?

That's where
you belong, isn't it?

Holding hands and chewing betel
nut with your black boyfriend?

We can't become English
because we're half Indian.

We can't become Indian
because we're half English.

What are you trying
to do, child? Hurt us?

I don't belong anywhere.

I don't belong anywhere!

I don't belong anywhere.
I don't belong anywhere.

I admire you, Victoria.

And I am honorably
in love with you.

I wanted you to
have time to know me

But my mother told me to hurry.

Or you would marry
somebody else.

She told me that if
I did not make up your mind

for you she would.

I too, shall we say,
am a native, am a native.

A wog!

But I do not conspire
with those who would end

British rule in a bloodbath.

I brought the body into the city

and buried it where it won't
be found for several days.

Several days, several days.

Several days, several days.

Captain McDaniel's body was
found earlier this morning

in a dung heap in the city.

The head was battered in and
other mutilations carried out.

You don't seem to realize
I killed somebody.

You killed an
Englishman, an army officer.

That's not a person,
that's an animal.

That's an animal, that's
an animal, that's an animal.

The sentry who was
on duty in the yards.

We found his body at the same
time. The throat was cut.

I didn't do this!

They didn't do it either! Go
help the beggars who're dying.

By heaven, I wish we
could catch Davay!

Ghanshyam is Davay.
Ghanshyam is Davay.

If you're trying to,
for your own sake.

You're not trying
to shield anyone.

You killed
an Englishman, an army officer.

That's not a person,
that's an animal.

Ghanshyam is Davay.

Whoever disposed of McDaniel
killed the sentry as well.

His throat was cut.

That's a horse of
a different color.

Different color.

You don't seem to
realize I killed somebody.

You killed an Englishman,
an army officer.

That's not a person,
that's an animal.

I must tell someone.
I must tell someone!

I must tell someone!

I must tell someone!

I must tell someone!

It was clear to Victoria
that in trying to run away

from her conscience... she
had only run into disaster.

She couldn't run away
from her conscience.

The only one she could
turn to was her father.

She had enough sense left to
remember that he was taking the

afternoon local to Gandwara.

Pater, Pater.

Oh, Pater.

Still glad to see me.
That's good anyhow.

What is your name now?

Victoria Jones.

Oh, Pater, I was frightened.

Oh.

I must get away from here.

I could visit the Mclntyre's
in Gandwara for a few days.

I want to be with you.
Lemme come with you in your cab.

I wish you could,
but I should lose my job.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Jones.
- Oh, hello, sir.

Miss Jones. How have
they been treating you

since you ran that train
through for me?

It's been rather difficult, sir.

But all the Anglo-Indians
been having a bad time.

Yes, I know. I'm on my way now,
to Gandwara.

If I can't lay my hands
on another rifle company.

That's good. My girl here's
wants to go to Gandwara with me.

If you were to order her
to go on military duty

no one to say no, eh?

You want to go to Gandwara?

Well, consider
yourself so ordered.

You didn't have time
to change in uniform.

But as soon as
Bhowani Junction lay behind her

she was up against
the same problem.

Her guilt was still with her.

The heat in the cab
was 130 on the flats.

And 167 inside many tunnel.

It knocked the last of
the fight out of her.

I must hurry, I've got to
take the local back to Bhowani.

And you better go get yourself
a seat, the train's packed.

Can't tell you how pleased
I am about... that other thing.

It would have been all wrong.

You found it out
for yourself, didn't you?

Can't you find a place?

- Come in here.
- I couldn't do that, sir.

You can hardly stand. I've got
a compartment I can use.

Come on, get in.

Hey, go in there
and take a wash.

Make you feel better.

Towel's a bit wet.

Well, you still look as if
you've been under a steamroller

but you're clean at any rate.

- Say when.
- When, sir?

When are you going to
stop playing fast and loose

with your
wack-eye commission?

I don't know what you mean, sir.

Stop calling me, sir. You're
not a chambermaid, are you?

Answer a question honestly.

I suppose, I can't call you a
traitor to your King and country

because you'll flourish that
beautiful new sari and tell me

that King George is not your
King and not his country.

I haven't been a traitor. I..

What's the use?

I didn't know what to do.

I was sick
of being a half-breed

I wanted to belong somewhere.

So, I tried to become an Indian.

I found I couldn't
change myself.

Everything went wrong.

- Murder is wrong.
- It wasn't murder.

'They died.
Somebody killed them.'

Who died?
What do you mean?

Those people at the
train wreck at Bothoda.

'You saw some of
them die, didn't you?'

'That's why I made
you come up there.'

'I knew you'd been lying about
Davay. I've always known.'

You know something about him.

But I killed, Captain McDaniel.

Tell me.

I killed, McDaniel in the yards.

There was a train passing
and it puffed steam over us.

He was trying to rape me.

He was a maniac, choking me
to death, so I killed him.

But you led him on.

- I didn't!
- Yes, you did, I saw you.

The day we arrived on
the station stairway

you backed yourself into him.

I didn't! He put his hands
on me, that's what happened.

He was always doing that, but I
never complained, because

you'd think I should do what he
wanted because I'm a chee-chee!

I killed him with
a piece of steel

because he was
trying to kill me.

Govindaswami, was
sure you'd done it.

Why didn't
Govindaswami arrest me?

Knew you'd find out for yourself
that the Sadani and Davay

weren't the best friends you
or even Ranjit could have.

'When that happened,
you could help him a lot.'

I didn't know the man at
the Sadani's house was Davay.

He called himself, Ghanshyam.

It was he who buried, McDaniel.

I couldn't help thinking

McDaniel got what
was coming to him.

But when that innocent sentry
was murdered by Davay.

I... I felt I'd done it.

I... I tried to bury
my guilt by becoming a Sikh

but that only made it worse.

May I have a drink, sir?

You're half-drunk already.
You sure you want another?

Yes, please.

And a cigarette.

Even a cigarette tastes better.

Now, that it's all out.

Well, tomorrow is another day.

Morning, hope you managed
to get a few hours' rest.

Why I had to tell
you of all people? I..

...I need to have
my head examined.

I presume, you remember
everything you said?

Yes.

Do you want to
retract any of it?

What use would that be now?

- Who is that for?
- You.

Why, because it works
as a lie detector?

No, because it's the hair
of the dog that bit you.

What will the charge be, murder?

Last night you told me
it was self-defense.

Last night I expected
you to believe me.

'I did.'

Would you sooner I didn't?

It's just that I..

...I didn't
expect it, that's all.

You'll need a clean breast of
everything you realize that?

You won't be able to
shield the Sadani or Ranjit.

I didn't mention Ranjit
last night, or his mother.

Well, they didn't
kill, McDaniel.

You didn't kill the sentry.

If you tell the truth,
I'll stand by you all the way.

You're not McDaniel's
first victim, you know.

He used to make a specialty
of Anglo-Indian girls

who couldn't fight back.

Why should you stand by me?
You're not an Anglo-Indian.

You're an officer
under my command.

- Sir.
- Hmm?

I..

All these weeks I've known
you, this is the first time

I've realized there's a human
being inside you somewhere.

Oh, he's still there,
is he? Good.

Then there's hope for us all.

The complication in
the case against Victoria

was the tie-up with Davay
and his communist fifth column.

If the finding of the court of
inquiry went against Victoria

she would go before
a general court-martial.

I threw an emergency
cordon around the town

to keep Davay from escaping
before we could hunt him down.

And then Govindaswami
arrested the Sadani.

You see, even those misguided
fools out there are on my side.

What does my enlightened son do?
He sits at home and broods

about his girl and his religion,
while his mother goes to jail.

As long as you shield Davay,
I can never take your side.

I'm-I'm sorry, mother.

Weakling! It is this girl
who has informed against us.

She is a jackal, like
the rest of her breed.

A lackey of the British.
But she shall pay for it.

Mother, if you harm her,
you will never see me again.

For Victoria,
it was an exhausting

and nerve-racking business.

But the court of inquiry
concluded its work

and a finding was reached.

You're a free woman again,
Subaltern Jones.

Open and shut case
of self defense.

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

Ah, now, now,
don't spoil it all.

After standing up to it
this far in the best

stiff-upper-lip tradition?

I'm just... just unwinding.

Well, come and unwind
over a whisky and soda.

I'll unwind with you.

May I have permission
to thank you, sir?

Permission granted.

Well, permission
granted indefinitely.

Let's go and get the drink.

Oh, sahib, sahib, you-you
have come to the wrong place.

This is restaurant Hindu,
non-vegetarian.

That's right, now we are
Hindu non-vegetarian.

And we're hungry,
and we want wine to drink to

the early departure
of the British.

Yes, sahib.

I don't understand his dialect.

He says that Mrs. Sahib Jones
should marry the colonel.

Oh, well, I..

He says you must.
You make his heart big

and you give him
many heroic sons.

Oh!

You going to give me
many heroic sons?

Look.

"To the memory of Joanna,
beloved wife

"of Captain Rodney Savage.

"15th rifle wing
of native infantry.

"Died on the 10th
of May 1857."

Rodney, I didn't know.

My great-grandmother.
Killed in the mutiny.

So you see, in a way, I'm as
much a part of India as you are.

- Up till now, anyway.
- What do you mean?

I have to report to Camberley
when this shindig's over.

It's like going back
to school again, except

I should come out the other
side a full-blown general.

- Camberley in England?
- Yes.

You had any particular
hankering to see England?

Yes, once.

Oh, who's the young lady
in the oversized chapeau?

'That's Dunphy's little girl.'

And that's her father's train.

When I was her age, I used to
wait there for Pater to come by.

I'd pretend that I was on that
train on my way to Calcutta.

And then on a great
ocean liner to England.

As I drew near, the entire
population of the British isles

would line up on
the white cliffs of Dover

to welcome me back home.
And the King and Queen

would come on board
in person to escort me ashore.

That's more than they do for me.

And then one grows up.

What I'm trying
to tell you is that..

...it would be very easy for
me to try to escape again.

Into your world this time.

And only children
can escape from reality.

I'm trying to learn
to face up to it.

To reality? Do you
want to know something?

The only people who face reality
are the ones who are too dumb

to duck when they see it coming.

I mean, let's enjoy ourselves
and be happy for a while.

If that's the way you want it.

Is that the silence
of criticism or content?

I'm trying to remember
the exact section

of the Army Act
we've just broken.

Why bother. Between us,
we've broken a lot.

Oh, no, not all of them.

If any others,
you just let me know.

We might as well be
hanged for sheep as a lamb.

'Miss Jones?'

'Wake up please, Miss Jones.'

Do not make any noise,
please, Miss Jones.

Now, listen carefully.

I'm indifferent to
whether you live or die

Miss Jones, personally.

'There're causes which
cannot be counted in terms'

'of life or death.'

My cause, for example.

Will you please,
do as I tell you.

Get dressed
as quickly as possible.

'You'll wear
this one, Miss Jones.'

Your Colonel Savage
is a most efficient officer.

There are military patrols
surrounding the city.

'Since it was you
who told him who I was.'

'I've chosen you
to help me escape.'

You'll do as I tell you.

'Come here.'

Do as I say, Miss Jones.
He knows you.

He'll stop in spite
of regulations.

I'll be concealed,
but right behind you.

Victoria, I thought it
was you. What's the matter?

I thought Pater
was driving this train. I--

Dungood's train?
You should know better.

Oh, I'm sorry, Ted.

Bhowani east. Yeah.

That train, isn't the six down?
What was it stopping for?

It was stopped at the back
of the Jones' house.

I saw a woman in a red dress.

She talked to Dunphy.
I couldn't see it.

There was a man with her.

Well, she must have
got on the train.

Lie down.

No, here.

If the train is searched

do not move or make
any kind of sound.

I-I can't breathe.

You can, as long as
you keep quiet.

Number Two section!

Savage? Savage!

Savage!

Is she here?
I've got to know!

If she was, do you
think I'd tell you?

You'll have to take
my word for it.

Now clear off.

Oh! I see.
Then I..

I'm in love with her too,
you know.

I know you are.

I'm glad she's safe.

Wait a minute.
What did you come here for?

A wild goose chase.

A girl was seen with a man
getting on a train.

- Train?
- What train, blast you?

It happened behind her house.

Victoria has a red dress.

We can head them off
at the Dover checkpoint.

It's too late.
Further on.

- We'll miss them there.
- 'I'll have a platoon ready.'

'Won't be a minute.'

Now be very still.

They will slow up
for the main line tunnel.

If we're quick,
we can head them off.

We should be seeing it
soon now, Colonel.

Yeah.

Be thankful that
I'm only gagging you

instead of killing you,
Miss Jones.

By the time they find you Indian
history will have been changed.

You'll remember
this day forever.

Quick! Before it goes
in the main line tunnel.

We'll get it at the other end.

Dunphy! Dunphy!

Stop, I tell you!

What is wrong?

'Quick! Come with us, Dunphy.'

This one's open,
Colonel. Quick!

Victoria?

Patrick, she's here.

It's alright, darling.

- It's alright.
- Davay.

- Davay!
- Yes, where'd he go? Where?

He must have been in
the main line tunnel, it slowed.

- He had explosives!
- Quick, Colonel!

The afternoon special...
due here in 20 minutes.

Can you manage?

Dunphy, full speed ahead!

Hold the troop special
until further notice.

There may be dynamite under
the track in the tunnel.

Go ahead.
Get going.

Back to the truck.

Mushim, drop four men off at
the near end to the tunnel.

They're to shoot anyone
coming out on sight.

The rest of you follow
me to the far entrance.

Cover us.

- Here.
- I'm not lucky, Colonel.

If I go with you,
you'll not catch him.

Well, I am lucky.
Come on.

- Put that light out!
- But the train..

Don't be a fool.
The troop train's safe.

But there's a passenger special
due in four minutes.

Let go of me.
I'm the railway man here.

Put that torch out!

Dynamite.
Dynamite!

Are you badly hurt?
Where'd he get you?

Dynamite!

The special.
I heard a whistle.

Come on.
Come quick.

Let's get you off the rail.

That's right.
That's right.

Come on.

I'll flag the train down.
They're sure to have a doctor.

I hope he's an undertaker too.

Don't be a fool.
You're not gonna die.

Yes, I am.

A rather silly place to die.

Oh, Savage!

Tell Victoria, one thing I
didn't bungle was..

Yes, I will.

Gandhi.

Now I knew why Davay had risked
everything to wreck that train.

For a few minutes

the destruction of
the whole of India

had been in his own two hands.

"You will report
senior officers course

"Staff College Camberley

"immediately on arrival
in England."

Aren't you glad
we never let ourselves

forget that this
would arrive one day?

And now it's here.

Will you miss me?

More than I'll ever miss anyone.

Then that's the only reality.

You were never going to run away
from reality again, remember?

That's not fair.

Victoria, come to England
with me as my wife.

I..

I can't.

Because you're afraid?

The English aren't going to
eat you alive, you know.

No, it's not because I'm afraid.

It's because
I don't belong there.

Not even as your wife.

I belong here, not as a phony
Indian, not as a phony white

but as myself.
You know it.

It's about time the Lord
started making all human beings

the same on the outside as well
as the same on the inside.

We'd only change it back again,
the moment his back was turned.

I wish I could
quarrel with that.

Oh, darling!

Victoria, marry me.

Don't be a fool.
Marry me.

No, no.

It wouldn't work.

It wouldn't work.

Supposing I were to get out of
the army and come back here.

'Would you still refuse
to marry me?'

Just for my sake?
I wouldn't let you.

Where else do I belong?

The only roots I have
are wherever you are.

Supposing I was to get out of
the army and come back for good.

- Would you marry me then?
- Oh, darling.

I'd even buy the ring.

Are you still of the same mind?
Retirement?

I'm just counting the days, sir.

It'll mean a long wait.

Unless.. Well, I might be able
to pull a string or two

and get you moved up
on the list.

Is that possible?

I'd say it was the least
I could do.