All language subtitles for indian.summers.s02e01.hdtv.x264-river[ettv]

One word to anyone at all
and we will hang.

Aafrin? Hm?

Look at me.

However harsh this may seem,
you have to remember,

in the end, our own happiness,
our family's happiness...

It is nothing.

I know.

It has no value.

There can be no ties you are not
willing to cut.

I know.

Not your sister?

Not some sweetheart?

There's no-one.

Sure? No-one at all?

I am here for you.

Yeah!

Run!

How are we, sir?

Would you leave us?

Heart attack.
Christ.

Why throw an empty grenade at the
Viceroy of India?

Do you have it?

It's an old Mills Grenade,

they used them in the Great War.
Nothing in it.

Childish prank?

No, no. Look at the timing.

Today in London, the mother of
parliaments

is going to pass into law
a government act

bringing historic reform to India.

New powers, new responsibilities.

Whoever perpetrated this attack
wants to make a splash.

They want to say to the world,
"India rejects this bill.

"India wants freedom on her own
terms or not at all."

Who else knows about the grenade?

A very few of us. Well, let's keep
it that way.

What about the boy who threw it?

Obligingly gave us the slip.

Oh, Christ.

Whoever did this, I swear to
God, we'll find him.

I said, don't touch!

Go on.

Put it on. Go on.

Satisfied?
Shall we ring for tea?

Sooni, stop it!

Don't take it off!

You need any assistance, sahib?

No, thank you, Manish.

Tell me, uncle. Who else occupies
this office?

No-one but the sahib.

No-one but the sahib!

Sooni, go! I have to work...

I missed you!

Well, if that's how you show it,

I pity your husband, whoever
he will be.

Oh, pardon me, your reverence!

I thought after two years in Bengal
you might be... What?

Less of a stick in the mud.

You should have seen it,
Sooni.

The way people are out there,
in the rice fields.

They're all thin as sticks.

Little children, hungry, with no
hope except for more of the same.

And when the rains come down, whole
villages washed away, I thought...

Where is King and Empire for these
lost souls? Nowhere!

Not to be seen.
So why work for them?

Can you keep a secret?

Depends what it is.

In everything I do...

I am your brother...

..and always will be.

What does that mean?

It means I missed you too.

I should think so.

Look at you, hm?

Pretty little sister!
Don't, Aafrin!

One day Mummy's going to be planning
your nice big Parsi wedding!

And who are you getting
married to, huh?

It was a small heart attack.

Oh. Poor chap.

How does one have a
"small" heart attack?

Start with a small heart,
I suppose...

Oh, I'm having a new hat made for
the opening.

Do you want to see it?
Cynthia! Will you listen to me?

Ralph, do you know,

When I heard he'd been taken ill, my
first reaction was...

..if the Viceroy were to,
you know,

shuffle off into the next
life NOW,

would it be so dreadful?

I am rather fond of him...
Oh, no, of course you are!

But then I thought, well, he may
still be breathing,

but he can't very well carry on,
can he?

Heart giving out every time
a small child

plays an amusing practical joke.

That's not quite how
I would put it.

Take my advice.

When old Willingdon
finally comes to...

There's no-one he trusts like you,
no-one.

So you look him straight in the eye,
and you tell him,

"So glad you're well, Sir,
but listen to me.

"Hot summer ahead of us,

"Empire in the balance, it is the
right thing,

"it is the proper thing,
to go home."

"Go home now."

Enjoy his retirement, lucky chap!

Cynthia, I'm not, I'm not...

He will do as you tell him.
And meanwhile,

London scratches its sorry skull,

"Hmm, who've we got
on the ground?"

Ralph Whelan! Fit as a flea,
India's in his bones!

who better for a smooth transition?

You make it sound like a coup.

Oh, come on. Don't say it didn't
occur to you?

It has, hasn't it?

This is your chance, my darling.

Viceroy of India, one year early.

Take it, take it, take it.

I'll think about it.

You do that.

Oh, there's someone I have to meet,
but I need to be, er...

discreet.

Oh? And who might this someone be?

I can't say.

Dirty dog. I've seen the pair of
you.

Go on, give her a wave.

I shan't look.

Will that do?

Don't worry, I won't say a word.

Still, that poor wife of yours...
Come on.

Now.

I want you to guard this
with your life.

What's this?

I keep a little room.
Very discreet...

Hello, Brute.

I thought you were drawing a cat?
Oh, don't tell me,

He ran off, the little rascal!
Which way did he go?

Right there! Oh, really?

Well, keep those peepers peeled and
let's see if

we can't hunt him down. Excuse me.
My name is Dalal, sir.

Mr Whelan asked for me to come
at once.

Did he indeed?

He IS still living here, sir.

Look, if this is about money...

Wait. I'll be back in a minute.

Ah! Here she is.
Sorry, I wasn't tired.

Miss Whelan.

Oh, er, not any more.

Her name is Mrs Havistock.

What brings you out to India, sir?

I landed a job with
Imperial Bank,

prospects fair to middling.
I thought, why not?

Alice and I met the day I arrived in
Bombay, can you believe?

That is fortuitous.

Yes. A quick wedding, no fuss.

As long as you're both happy.

We are.

Yes, very.

I suppose you're new to Simla?

No, I was here three years ago. Ah!

Married?

Not at present.

There he is! Dalal!

Sir.

Let's try that again,
shall we?

Dalal.

Whelan.
That's more like it.

And Mrs Whelan. Congratulations to
you both.

My congratulations on your latest
promotion. Where are we now?

Home Department.
I am Under-Secretary.

I see you've met Charlie,
my brother-in-law?

Oh, he certainly has.

Sahib?

What's this?

Oh, it came about an hour ago.

From your little reporter friend.

Mr Khan? Hmm.
How odd.

Ralph?

Somebody is trying to hurt us,
Aafrin. My God.

No, the pamphlet's all true.
May I, sir?

Yes.

Don't be afraid, it's empty,
thank Christ.

Not that the Viceroy knew it.

He must have had a wretched fright.

Worse than that, he had a heart
attack.

What's the latest from the doctor?
No change.

Complete bed rest.

The fact is, until now, we've
managed to keep this whole

business from seeing
the light of day.

Naturally that's the last thing
the terrorists want. Hm.

We need to find the author of this
scandal-sheet.

Sir, I will do everything in my
power. Thank you. Good.

They'll want to get this pamphlet
down to the plain,

So we'll need to stop the trucks.

I'll set up a check-point.

Would you issue an emergency notice
banning any distribution?

Right away.

On the usual grounds, incitement to
violence.

I'll head to the printers myself.

I can just as easily do that...
No, no, there's no need.

Good man.

What do we have here?

It's our new houseboy,
from the mission school.

Adam, the one you mentioned.

I had no idea he was starting
so soon.

I hope you'll be very happy.

Thank you, sahib.

Aafrin... No.

There's no need to explain.

Now I can forget you.

It was nice to see you.

Your brother asked me to come.

Goodbye, Mrs...er...

What is it?

Havistock.

Yes. Goodbye.

Come on!

We're all waiting!

Enter the doomed Englishman!

What do we have here?

I am the very model
of a modern Major General

I've information vegetable,
animal and mineral

I know the kings of England...
No, no, no. This won't do.

..from Marathon to Waterloo,
in order categorical...

How about, "The Viceroy
and Vicereine are happy

"and rested in their beloved hills."

You write that today.
Rebuff this nonsense.

And what about the grenade attack?

You'd trust some grubby
scandal sheet

over the word of an Englishman?

Ah! Googly.

Ha! Very nice.

Help me find our pamphleteer,
will you?

Come on.

I got you your job,
I gave you that tie.

What more do you want?

My life is simple.
My needs are few.

That's right. The village hermit in
his Savile Row suit

The Viceroy has had a heart attack.

A heart attack?

Where is the boy? Inside. My God,
what I would have given to see that!

An old man's close to death and he's
celebrating? Aafrin, don't let him see your face!

If the lat-Sahib were dead,
THEN I would celebrate. Naresh...

And that little boy - he's a hero!

He throws a stone and
brings down the giant!

We send a child to do
our dirty work,

you think history will trumpet
our name?

You think Krishna or Buddha will be
lining up to shake us all by the hand?

No, no, Aafrin!
No, what are you...?

Aafrin!

I hope your friend doesn't
get us all killed!

What did you do that for?

We were going to send that boy
in a day or two.

Kaira... What?..something happened.
What did you do?

This. They're going to interview the
fellows at the printing press.

Yes, but you spoke to the
old ink-wallah, as agreed?

Yes, but, as I was leaving there...

I don't know how it happened. There was
another man, the owner of the place...

Please tell me he didn't see
your face... Aafrin!

Help me. Parsi, come with me.
Jaldi! You can help me dig!

He says he didn't deal with
the man himself.

So who did?

Anyone? Eh?

Silence. Very good, very good.

You tell him.

He knows the laws regarding
seditious material as well as I do.

Now, these printing wheels will stand
idle until you give me an answer.

Who gave you this document?

Somebody must have seen him.
Somebody took his money!

Please!

I may have seen as the gentleman
was leaving, sahib.

Young or old?

Young man, sahib. Indian fellow.

What else?

A British suit. Same like yours.

A young Indian man in a British
suit. Mr Khan here?

No, he was not Muslim, sahib.

Hindu, naturally?

Not Hindu either?

You think? Or you know?

I am thinking not Hindu, sahib.

How can you tell?

It is simply a feeling.

Here, open it.

What do you think, Parsi?

I think you're out of your mind.

Ha! Out of my mind?

Very nice.

You know why I have this box?

Don't tell me... My father.

He was a sepoy.

Blown to bits in the trenches of
Ypres... You know...

One and a half million Indian
soldiers, fighting a British war.

For nothing.

Where did you get it?
No! No, no, no!

The real question is, what are we
going to do WITH it?

What?

Look. You see?

The Ogre's Castle!
It just...sits there!

It has a quality of magic, no?!

Naresh-da, you know that I am
your friend and your ally? Yes?

And God knows I want
the same freedom you do.

But this? This is not the way!

No, it's the only way.

You think I am going to just
sit by and watch

while you blow this thing up?

No, no. You are not going to sit by!

You! You are the trusted babu!

You are the key to
this whole action.

No. No. This time, you work alone.

Don't say that, Parsi.

You want me to finish off
your precious Baapi?

The war hero?

You come anywhere near my father
and I'll... You'll what? What?!

I'll kill you!

See?

You do have it in you, Parsi!

Plenty of courage!

Plenty of pluck!

This is our great war,
little brother.

We are going to kill
that damn Viceroy.

We are going to blow them all up

until it is raining hands and feet.

Hands and bloody feet!

And your family,

they will be safe.

As long as you play your part.

Now help me bury this bomb.

Does he seem different,
would you say?

I should say so.

I mean, two years of hard work in
the heat and humidity of Bengal...

Course he's different.

He's smoking now.

Really?

I smelt it on his collar.

He has gone.

And we are still the same.

Dalal!

Progress?

The pamphlets have been impounded,
sir.

Only one batch made it
past the checkpoint.

I fear it's on its way
down to the plains.

We'll be ready for it in Delhi.

Sir, did you speak to the printer?

Yes.

And?

A young Indian man
in a British suit.

Well, Simla has
its fair share of those.

I dare say.

Myself included.

Dalal, your shoes.

Er... Yes.

My sister was showing me
our new rose bed.

I am no gardener,
as you can imagine.

Parsi.

Sir?

Neither Hindu or Muslim.

Do you think people can tell
what a man is...at a glance?

Hindu, Mohammedan and so on?

I suppose, if there is some
outward sign. Why do you ask?

My brother-in-law took you
for a thief.

I don't care for him myself

But perhaps he's right.

Perhaps you are a thief.

Or worse. Hmm?

Am I being accused of some crime,
Whelan?

You tell me. Hmm?

Are you heading over to the office?

Yes. Good.

"My arithmetic was satis..."

Satis! It's Latin. It means
my son is very clever.

He did jolly well, yes. Go on.

"I scored another try..."

Bravo!

"..for third XV"

XV?

Yes, Chota Matthew? 15!

Progress!

Something's gone in at last!

Third 15 at rugger.

"But we lost the match."

Oh, never mind. Yes, what?

Why is it third 15?

Well, there's a second
and a first and so on -

they're very much of a muchness.

But third is generally regarded
as top. Here...

"Muggers says I'm going to have a
topping scar after the last game."

"Thank you for the woolly vest."

Yes. "It is very good.
Your son, Matthew."

Auntie, we had that letter
before?

Yes, and you're still as rusty as ever,
misery guts. Now, fetch the ball.

Right here. How long have you
been there?

Roopah, you'll be Muggers.

Hup!

Go on, off you go! Come!

Not many of them left now.

We said bye to Adam this morning.

Oh! Eight down, six to go.

They're not numbers, Sarah. No.

And I'm sure you'll find
good homes for them all.

I came back for you, remember?

Not every wife would have done
the same, with that woman.

And now we've got this.

And I can't have it here.

I'm not going through all that
again - it's not safe. So you said.

This is my school.

It's not easy, letting go.

Yes, I know. But we'll go home,
we'll start again. I'll help.

I spoke to Her Royal Highness today.

Cynthia? Mm.

And?

She says, "Send him home."

The Viceroy.

She seems to think I could be
in with a shot now.

A year ahead of time.

And what do you think?

Am I ready?

Of course you're ready.

No, but are they ready for me?

My kind. Your WHAT?

I'm ordinary.

I'm an ordinary man from
a perfectly ordinary family

stuck out in the East.

How could I ever hope to reach
the top?

The whole thing is risible.

It's a joke.

There is such a thing as merit.

Oh, that stuff will only get you
so far in this world. Look...

It's not going to be
straightforward. So much the better.

Keep Willingdon in place to take
the heat if you screw up.

Stay close enough to reap the reward
if you succeed.

Anyway, you decide.

It's all a game, right?

You're turning into Cynthia.

Really?

See, she can't do that.

I wouldn't put it past her.

From Mr Ronnie Keane, sahib. Ah.

Thank you.

I have to go.

See you at the club.

Are you with us?

Sir?

Listen, I just wanted to...thank
you for your help today.

Well... I did what I could.

Yes, you did. Yes.

Not every man I can trust.

You'd be surprised.

The disappointment...

..when someone you believed in

and turned to...

Someone you thought you knew...

Aafrin, can I share something
with you in confidence?

Of course.

I've got him.

Really?

Oh, I'm... I'm this close.

That is good news.

Have you made an arrest? Not yet.

Tonight.

You sure you're all right?

Perfectly.

The sooner you catch him,
the better.

See you up at the club.

We'll be expecting you.

So, what do you think?

Colourful and jingoistic.
What's the latest on the Viceroy?

Still living, memsahib.

Half-baked terrorists. I tell you,
if you're going to do a job...

You see, I would leave nothing to
chance - garrotte him in his bath.

Boil up a bit of arsenic.
Yeah, that's it.

I'd make a nice little jelly
out of it for him.

Plenty of sugar, dash of cinnamon...

D'you think this is a bit,
I dunno, top-heavy?

Not if you remain very still.

Oh.

A lot to celebrate tonight.

As long as my Ralphie does
as he's jolly well told.

Silly boy.

Who knows I am here?

Not a soul, I swear to God.

Now, look - I know this
can't be easy for you,

but we want to help
with your situation.

Yes, you always do.

He's well? Your son, Tahil?

He's alive.

How old is he now?

What do you want?

One question...

A man walked into the printer's -

this man as good as
murdered the Viceroy.

A young Indian man
in a British suit.

And? I want his name.

No.

Fair enough, fair enough.

To be honest, we think we may
have the man responsible,

I just need you to confirm it.

I can't tell you.

It's all right.

You don't need to say a word.

I'm going to give you a name and
if it's our man, you just leave.

Leave now. Is that clear?

Name?

Aafrin Dalal.

Now, everyone!

Regrettably, His Excellency
the Viceroy has been delayed...

Oh.

..on account of hay fever!
That's all!

The Vicereine's! Not his!
"A-choo!"

So, without further ado,

I declare the new
members' library open.

Kaiser, scissors!

No, no. Wait, wait,
everybody, please. Wait!

Kaira.

I was seen! Who saw you?

The printer! He came to my work,
do you understand?

He came with bloody Ronnie Keane
from Intelligence!

What did you tell them?
I said nothing.

It's fine! It's fine then.
Are you joking?

Kaira, this is it, this is the end
of it, I have to get out of here!

Aafrin, you have to carry on
as if nothing has happened.

You can't give up,
you are one of them now.

It's too late. Aafrin. Where is it?
What? Where is it? Aafrin, no!

I know you have it here somewhere,
give it to me. What is it?

Aafrin, what?
Where is it?! Give it to me.

What?! Aafrin! That damned
cyanide pill! Where is it?

If I'm to be arrested,
I have to have something.

I have to be sure I can get out
of this, do you understand?

What are you going to do?

I have to go to the Club. Why?

I'm expected.

Aafrin, Aafrin - please promise
you're not going to take this.

Please.

This one is from the widow
of a Colonel Cardew.

Marriage proposal?

No. Not quite.

But she has knitted you
a lovely pair of socks.

Brava, Mrs Cardew.

You know, my boy, I feel at a loss.

Sitting in that car, I wondered,

is it time for me to go?

Sir, I'm glad you are well again...

..but now this bill has
finally passed into law,

we've got a hot summer ahead of us.

A defining season, if you like.

Yes.

I believe it would be
the right thing -

the responsible thing -

for you to...

..stay firm.

This is your moment, sir.

This is your chance
to make a dent in history.

It won't be easy, I grant you.

But it's within our grasp, sir.

Yes.

Show India that her future
is safer in British hands.

And who better to accomplish
that than you?

What a climax to your career!

And I dare say Whitehall
will look very gladly

on your own contribution.

Well, I'm hardly the issue here.

Oh, rot.

The sky's the limit, Whelan.

With your brain, your compassion.

You're sounding fit!
Oh, I'm rather worn out.

Do you think you can stand? I
shouldn't think so. Why? Are we off?

If you can manage it.

Nothing like a show of strength
to put those doubters to the sword.

Steady as she goes.

#..till there wasn't
any room for me to ride!

# Oh! My old man
said follow the van

# And don't dilly-dally
on the way

# Off went the cart with me
'ome packed in it

# I walked behind with me
old cock linnet

# But I dillied and dallied,
I dallied and I dillied

That's right, sir. Nearly there.

#..like the old-time copper

# When you can't find your way,
can't find your way

Well done, Ronnie!

Thank you!

Oh! Here he is!

Your Excellency! Such an honour!

You're well, I hope?

Ready for battle, Mrs Coffin!

Mr Khan, of the Simla Times.

Your Excellency.

A photograph, if you will.

Thank you.

A toast, if I may,

to the evolving story
of our two great nations...

for many years to come.

Hear! Hear!

Excuse me.

Well. As long as you know
what you're doing.

You and the wife.

Don't be jealous.

You just don't get it.
What if this was your moment?

What if this was your chance?

You know, I actually
don't want this.

Oh, not to worry.

Would you have it?

What?

Be a sport, go on.

I hate brandy. Oh, go on. Drink up,
or they'll think I'm terribly rude.

I don't want it. Just drink.

Christ sake, Alice. Go on.
Drink, drink, drink.

There we go.

There we go, down the hatch.

That's it.

Mummy!

Happy?

Percy! Here we go, atta boy!

Do you know what?

I think Muddle's drunk again.
Aren't you, Muddle?

Let's pretend that
we don't know her,

in case she's sick on
our nice new shoes.

Aafrin.

Your mother's looking
for you, come.

Baapi, wait.

If anything should
happen tonight, I...

What is it, my boy?

Nothing.

Good. Head held high - like so.

What are you two doing here?
Come on inside.

You met him in Bombay? No.

He's Percy's father.

My same old, dear old husband I
married when I was 17 and stupid.

Everyone up here thought
I was a widow

so we put it about we only just met
when he first got out here.

It's all rubbish,

but he loves to rake it up, just to
remind me what a fool I am.

Now I know why you stopped
writing to me.

I tried.

I tried writing.

I didn't know where to begin.

In your last letter you said...

You promised you would wait for me.

I had no choice.

It was either go home or give
up my son to the courts.

Anyway, you were off in Bengal,
weren't you?

Doing such marvellous things,
like men all do.

You have no idea what my life was.

Besides,

I didn't wait for you either.

I have another life now.

So much the better.

Enjoy the rest of your evening,
Mrs Havistock.

I dreaded seeing you...

I mean, I wanted to,

but I dreaded it.

I dreaded it.

That horribly disappointed look.
Yeah.

There it is.

Just like clockwork.

Shut up... Oh, God.

What a waste, what a mess, what a
muddle...

Stop it... Muddle!

Now just go to hell.

Ah, just the man.

Aafrin.

Our mysterious 'Indian in a
British suit.'

The pamphleteer.

There was a fellow at
the printing press,

I won't bore you with the details,

but for one awful moment,

he seemed to think that
you were our man.

Really?

Yes.

Though he also identified about a dozen
other members of the administration!

I say we have a whip-round! Buy the
old bugger a pair of spectacles!

Right, tear the place apart!

Come on, hurry up!

Hurry up!

Thank God I received new
intelligence.

Reliable intelligence.

You didn't half have us
on our toes, old munshi!

You found the culprit?

Oh, yes. We hope to smoke him
out tonight.

That's him!

Memsahib...

My old friend. How could I ever have
doubted you?

It's quite all right, Sir.

No. But we can put all
this behind us, can we?

I hope so.

Well. Butter wouldn't melt.