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- Are you ready to give
up your own lives forever,

for the spices?

To never love anyone
but the spices?

- I am, First Mother.
I know the rules.

- Mistresses, I have
taught you all I can.

We must now decide
where you are to go.

Paris.

London.

Nairobi.

Los Angeles.

Hong Kong.

Toronto.

San Francisco.

There's a need for you
in all these places.

You will not burn.

You will not feel pain.

You will wake up in
your new home free

of all your own desires.

But if a mistress fails her duty

the spices will punish her.

I love being
a mistress of spices.

The spices are my love.

I know their origins, colors,
smells, their magic powers.

Yes, the old, old magic.

Every spice has a purpose.

And for each person,
there's a special spice.

I am named Tilo,
after the sesame seed,

the spice of nourishment.

But here no-one knows who I am.

- Ladyjaan?

- Yes, Haroun?

- Ah! Ladyjaan.

Ah, please!

I am sick of old lady Kapadia.

These rich Indians, they
think they're still in India.

They treat us like animals.

Do this, that. Drive
me here, there.

Not even a nod of thanks.

Ladyjaan, you must
read my fortune today.

- Haroun, you know I
can't read your for--

- Yes, but Ahmed said.

You helped him get a green card.

- He was nervous
before the interview

and so I just gave him some
brahmi leaves to chew on.

Yeah, but he remembered

the Allegiance Pledge.

First time, in English.

- That wasn't me.
It was the dashmul.

The herb of ten roots.

- Ah! Lady, you are
just playing with me.

Look at these eyes.

You see these dark circles?

Poor Haroun, who
came for the American Dream,

that now works for an
Indian nightmare.

- Lady, please.

- What's this?

- Oh, it's from tire
irons and wrenches,

from Arco Garages, my first job.

- And um, before that?

- Back in Kashmir
we are boatmen.

My grandfather, my father and I,

we would row our shikara for
tourists, from America, Europe.

One year, money was so good,

we lined the seats
with red silk.

- Chandan, the powder
of the sandalwood tree,

that relieves the
pain of remembering.

Rub it in.

One day
the fighting started.

The soldiers arrived and
the tourists stopped coming.

The rebels came to
take the young men.

There was blood.

Blood and more blood.

Redder than the red
silk of the boat.

I wish I had.

Hurry,
now. Faster, Haroun.

What was I saying?

- Ah, you wanted to
know your fortune.

- Oh, yes.

- It is good.
- Mm-hm.

- Very good.

Great things will happen
in this new land for you.

Um, riches and happiness

and maybe even love.

- Oh, Ladyjaan. Thank you.

I know you have the gift.

Thank you. I must go.

- Poor Haroun.

I, too, was taken from home.

When I was born, my
parents' faces were heavy

with fallen hope
at another girl.

A daughter meant nothing
more than a dowry debt.

Maybe because I was left
to wander around alone,

I discovered I could see
things others could not.

I knew which servant girl
was sleeping with her master.

I told a wealthy landowner
where to find his lost ring.

And I warned the village headman
of the floods before they came.

My fame spread far and wide.

And then the bandits came for
me to lead them to riches.

Mummy! Papa!

Mummy! Papa!

No, no, please! Mummy!

Mamma! Mummy!

I did not know it, but I
had arrived at my destiny.

First Mother said I
had been brought to her

to fulfill my duty as
a mistress of spices.

- Don't you know
it's very important

that you know what the
names of these spices are?

Because you will be
using them in your work

and you will get
the power from them.

Those are red chilies.

Red chilies.

Cardamom.

Cardamom.

Do you
listen to the spices?

I was taught
the power of the spices

and the consequences
for breaking the rules.

- First rule, you are here to
see to the other's desires,

never to use the
spices for your own.

- Cardamom.

- Second rule, you may
never leave the store.

So there is no danger of your
straying away from the spices.

- This is turmeric?

- Give it to me!

Give it to me!
- Ginger.

- Final rule, you may
never touch another's skin.

Why are you
warning me, chilies?

- Sister, I was wondering
if you could help me.

I've seen you here
from the salon.

Do you know how to do this?

My girlfriend says
it's an Indian thing.

- Mehndi.

When are you getting married?

What's that
got to do with anything?

- Mehndi is normally
done on brides.

I was just hoping
to wear it to a hair show.

If I have to wait
until I get married,

girl, I may never get a chance

Saffron,
for lonely nights.

To glow, and attract
love into your life.

- What is that?

- To give you energy
for the long hours.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome, Myisha.

- I'll see you real soon, girl.
Take care.

- See you.

- You're cooking for her again?

- She loved the coconut korma.

- Nothing like its delicate
flesh to bind new hearts.

You ready for garlic now?

- I don't know about garlic.

You see, me and garlic--

- Do you know the religious
groups in India never eat it.

- See, that's what I'm talking
about. That garlic breath--

- Because they fear its
reputation as an aphrodisiac.

You should try the
eggplant bhurtha.

- You grill the
eggplant over a flame.

Scoop the insides out

and then fry it with
ten cloves of garlic,

cumin seeds, little red
onions and tomatoes.

And you sprinkle it
with coriander leaves.

To feed your passion
through the night.

- Cool.

Listen, if you get all
the ingredients together,

I'll pick it up when I
come back from class.

- Okay.

- Thanks a lot. See you later.

Jagjit, don't
hang on me like a girl.

Go get me daal chini.

Bag!

Oh, Jagjit, the hairs on
my head will turn white

before you learn to do anything.

Oh, what's
the problem, Osama?

- Cinnamon, friend maker,
warm, brown as Jaggi's skin

to find you someone
who will show you

this America is not so bad.

Jagjit, do you know
what your name means?

World conqueror.

Stupid boy.

- Thank you.

Hey, buddy, you okay?
Hey, you got a phone, man?

Hey, man.
Are you all right?

- Yeah.
- You okay?

Bring him
in. I can help him.

- All right. He's okay.
- Yeah.

He's fine.

- Should I call an ambulance?
- Oh, no. It's nothing.

- I know what he needs.

I'll just be a minute.

I have to help him,
chilies. He is hurt.

Why did you send him away,
spices? He was no danger to me.

- I don't know what happened,
but the bike's fine.

I'd better go. Thanks.

- But you are bleeding.

Please.

Sit down.

Hold your arm out, please.

- This is very nice of you.

Where did you learn this?

- I, uh, grew up
with it around me.

It must have been passed
down for generations, huh?

Chilies, you
can't be his spice.

- Nice place you have here.

What's wrong?

- You'd better go now.

- Well, thank you.
It feels much better.

I'd like to give you
something for all your--

Thanks again.

You didn't need to do all this.

I should have
listened to you, spices,

and sent him away.

I thought he came
to me for help.

America, a new land no
older than a heartbeat.

There is so little
I know about you.

Ladyjaan, I quit
my job with Kapadia Memsahib.

You quit?
- Yes!

Last night, I was at
Fried Kentucky Chicken

on 14th Street and
someone grabs my shoulder.

Now, I'm praying
to Allah as I turn,

but it's only being Mujibar.

Mujibar from my uncle's village!

I didn't even know
he was in America.

And he's done good, too.

He's got a couple
of taxis already

and he's looking for a driver.

Good pay, he's telling me.
Special for a fellow Kashmiri.

And maybe even the
chance to buy later on.

Ladyjaan, there's nothing
like being your own master.

So, from tomorrow,
I'm driving a cab,

black and yellow
like a sunflower.

A cab?

- This is all your doings.

Thank you.

- Come and have a
look at my taxi.

It's just outside. Come.

Haroun, you know
I cannot leave this store.

- The store will be fine
without you for a minute.

It's only a bus backfiring.

Ladyjaan, come.
Touch it for good luck, huh?

Lady--

Are you okay?

How many times have I told you?

You should put an ad in
India West for a helper.

Running this big store by
yourself, it's too much.

- Haroun, just be careful.

- What?

Look. Please display for me.

My number is on the back,
so you can call me any time.

And I will give you a free
ride to San Francisco.

The beautiful
Golden Gate Bridge,

Alcatraz Island, the
wharf of the fisherman.

I'll take you everywhere.

What does Haroun need?

Kalo jire.
Black cumin seeds.

Protector against the evil eye.

Thank you, spices.

- Hi, Dadaji.

- Chi, chi, chi. I need
something for my mental peace.

Ever since I came to
this America,

I have not got one iota.

And that Satish of mine, "Come,
Baba, come here," he said.

"We are all here.

Why do you want to be far
away from your flesh, blood

and a younger granddaughter?"

I'd rather not have anything
with this granddaughter at all.

- Dadaji, Geeta's
such a nice girl.

She's pretty, well-spoken,
and she loves my mango pickle.

- It's all right with
these foreign girls.

But you tell me
one thing yourself.

Is it all right to work
late, late in the night,

in the office with men?

And that also being dropped
by these men in their cars.

You tell me!

Who will want to marry her?

- Dadaji, this is America.

And even in India,
women are working.

- I know it is America. But
we are Indians still, no?

You would have not done
something like that, I know it!

When oil and lighting, um--

- Match.

- Match is put together,
there is bound to be fire.

And once the fire starts,

that it is very
difficult to put it out.

I need something
for my mental peace.

- Um, I'll get you brahmi
oil to cool your system.

- And one more thing.

Yesterday she was wearing--

Where are you going
looking like this?

- I'm going out.

- With so much of make-up?

In our times, only English women

and loose ladies used to
wear so much of make-up.

And good Indian
girl is not ashamed

of the face that
God has given her.

- I'm not ashamed of anything.

- And why are you wearing
something like this?

You want every man to
look at your chest?

- Gramps, don't wait up.

- But I--

- Feeling better?

- Thanks to you.

Whatever you put under that
bandage really worked wonders.

It's almost all healed.

I didn't get a chance to
thank you properly last time.

I was gonna have
flowers delivered

and I realized I don't
even know your name.

I'm Doug.

- Tilo.

- I will come back for
my peace of mind again.

- Chi, Dadaji.

Take care, Dadaji.

- You take care, my dear.

- It smells so
beautiful in here.

You know, I must have passed
this store hundreds of times

and I've always been
scared to come in.

- Scared? Why?

- I don't know.

I wasn't sure if it was
okay for a guy like me to...

Well, you know.

It seems like it's
for your community.

- No, it's, it's for everyone.

- Wow, there must be
thousands of spices in here.

How do you keep track
of what they're all for?

I can't even cook an egg.

- Everyone has a spice.

- Really?

I got a spice too?

Well, which one's mine?

- Um, if you'll wait here a
minute, I'll just go find yours.

Spices, speak to me.

What does he need?

Is it methi seed for strength?

Ajwain for confidence?

Fennel for perseverance?

Why can't I see?

- When you begin to weave
your desires into your vision,

the true seeing
is taken from you.

You grow confused and the
spices no longer obey.

Asafoetida,
the antidote to love.

You can't be his spice.

These
chilies look deadly.

- They are. You should
stay away from them.

What happened to my spice?

- Um.

- It's not something bad, is it?

Some high-carb
spice or something?

- It's um, it's a special one.

- Sorry.

Hey.

Yeah.

I'll be there, like,
in like 10 minutes.

Okay. Bye.

Sorry about that.

It's just, we've started this
new building down the street.

There's lots of city politics.

- You are an architect?

- Yeah, but that's just my job.

I got a spice now.

What's my spice supposed
to do for me, anyway?

- It depends. What do you need?

- You think I need something?

- I'm, uh, all
out of your spice.

But...

I um, I have something for you.

- What is it?

- It's tulsi.

Holy basil.

- Mm. What's it for?

- Drink it like tea.

And that's on the house.

- You know, it's funny.

People look at me and
think that I'm doing okay.

But you look at me

like you know something
you're not telling me.

- I only know that
everyone's welcome here.

There's no need to be scared.

- You know, I still can't
believe that you can remember

what all these spices are
for without getting mixed up.

- It's simple.

We all have spices.

Just like we all
have traditions.

- Yeah.

Well I'll drink this tonight.

I'd better get back to work.

Thanks.

Tulsi, for remembering.

Remember to come back.

I've thought of you

in the afternoon

puts tomorrow back

I got side-tracked

like my lover mapped

I've thought of you

with the ocean view

It would be so easy just once
to use the spices for myself.

Crushed prishniparni
burned with lotus root

in the evening would
make him come back to me.

Tulsi, you were right.

Why should he think of me?

He's remembering someone else.

- Hello, Beti.

You still here?
You still here?

I've got a letter from Janu
Barwa, my old army friend.

They are looking for a
match for his grandnephew.

You gotta be joking!

I mean, why would
I leave my career,

my family, all my friends here

to go some place I've
visited, like, twice?

I mean, I don't even like
going to the bathroom in India.

Mom.

Dad.

I have met someone

and we're in love.

- No shame at all.

Making talk of love.

In front of me, her grandfather.

Anthony Garcia?

Satish, she is
marrying a white man?

- He's not white. He's chicano.

- Chicano? What's that?

I know it's nothing good.

- He's Mexican-American.

- You are losing your caste

and putting the blackest
color on our ancestors' faces

to marry a man whose people are
slum criminals and illegals?

- You don't understand, Grandpa.

- I understand!
I understand everything!

Satish is sitting totally quiet.

I want to tell him.

Once you let cow
out of the barn,

you can't stop it from
trampling the paddy fields.

But when I look at his face,

I don't have the heart.

I say, "Satish,

put me on a plane tomorrow
to India, tomorrow!"

- Dad?

Dad, say something.

- I trusted you.

I don't want to see your face.

- How can you say that to me?

Fine. Then I'm gonna
move in with Tony!

Because he's been asking me.

All this time I've
been saying no

because I've been
thinking of you.

But now I will.

Then I'll just go
ahead and marry him.

Because that's what we want.

- I do not know what to do.

So I came to you.

I know you can help.

Please.

Almond powder
and kesar to boil in milk.

The whole family must drink
it to sweeten your words

and remember the love
buried under the anger.

- Thank you.

It's so late.

I'll take a taxi
home instead of bus.

Haroun.

Please forgive me, spices.

I've been distracted.

How could I forget the kalo jire

to shield Haroun
from the evil eye?

- Hey.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to--
- It's nothing.

- Here, let me take a look.

Here.
Put some water on it.

Clean it out.

Is that better?

- Ladyjaan?

What's going on?

- Haroun--
- You should, um,

you should put
something on that cut.

- Yes, I'll get a neem leaf.

- Please help him. It's
okay, I'm in no hurry.

- You should be careful

who you let in your
store after dark.

There's all kinds of mad people

roaming around
this neighborhood.

How come your door
wasn't locked today?

Just last week a man broke
into the Sri Lankan 7-Eleven

and shot the owner in
the chest three times.

It's better you ask
this fellow to leave

while I'm still being here.

- Haroun, I can look
after myself very well.

And it's best you do
not insult my customers.

- I was, I was speaking out
of concern like a brother.

I see I stepped too far.

- I didn't mean it like that.

- What right have I,
a poor taxi driver

to advise you, a lady?

- Haroun, please don't go.

I'll have your package
in a few minutes.

- Haroun, please!

- I'm sorry about--
- It's okay.

He, uh, he seemed kind
of pissed off, though.

Is he? Are you and he?

- No, no, no, he's
just a loyal customer.

He needed some kalo
jire for protection.

- How can you be so
sure what he needs?

I just know.

- Like you know what I need?

Why did you give me
that tea to drink?

- For, um, clarity, at work.

ever
since you gave it to me,

I've been having the
most incredible dreams,

remembering all this stuff

that I'd completely
forgotten about.

I don't know how you do
it, but you're incredible.

- I'm sorry, spices.

- Are you okay?

I must give
him the asafoetida

and send him away for ever.

Um, I'm sorry.

It's, it's very late.

- I hope I haven't offended you.

Just I, I just, I just
wanted to thank you.

Maybe I can buy you
some dinner sometime

and we can go somewhere nice.

- I can't leave the store.

- No, I mean when you're
not busy with the store.

You must get a day off sometime.

I could pick you up
on my bike and...

What's your favorite food?

Sushi, Italian. I know a great
little place in Chinatown.

It has the most--
- No, I can't leave the store.

- Are you married? Have
you got a boyfriend?

- No!

- I guess your family
wouldn't approve, huh?

Are they real traditional?

- I've broken too
many rules already.

I think you should leave.

I'm sorry, I never gave
you your true spice.

Please, do not leave me, spices.

You must speak to me again.

My spices, I knew you

wouldn't abandon me.

Garlic never fails.

It is known as the
wonder food back home.

You know, I have the
perfect thing for you today.

Paan, a must at the end
of every couple's meal.

What it has here is slivers
of supari for intoxication,

shredded coconut
for sweet words,

fennel seeds to digest them,

and cardamom to make
the words last forever.

- We broke up.

She said it was
all going too fast.

I guess I overwhelmed her.

- I'm sorry.

I thought I was
onto something good.

Spices, why punish
him when I broke the rules?

- Anyway, I came by to ask

if I could put this
up in your window.

- Yeah, sure.

I'm teaching
a new karate class.

Jagjit?

Yes, it's Jagjit.

- I remember that look.

Thanks, huh?

- Hello, Jagjit.

- It's Jag.

Everything
better in school now?

- Who told you?

- All the boys, they
don't trouble you any more?

- I've got friends now.

Oh, cinnamon, friend
maker, what have you done?

What friends are these?

Cinnamon, we are losing him.

Spices, speak to me.

Is this the way you've
chosen to punish me?

And what about him?

How will you punish him?

Don't spices.

He didn't mean to touch me.

I won't see him again, spices.

Please, don't hurt him.

- Hi.

Such perfect
timing, my clever spices.

- I wanna make a special
meal for someone,

but I've never
cooked Indian before.

She looks like
she's never chopped an onion

in her life.

- I was hoping you
could help me with that.

- Yes, of course.

- My problem is, I
don't know what I want.

- Who are you cooking for?

- Well, it's for this
guy I've been dating.

But he's been kinda
distant lately.

I wanna make something easy.

But I don't want the
smell to get into my hair

and stay in the house.

You know what I mean?

- Um, I'll find the
perfect thing for you.

- Great.

I could give her
mischievous mustard seed

to send him away
from her forever.

- I really appreciate this.

He's gonna love it.

- Maybe you can make
him a sumptuous biryani

with green cardamom.

You are speaking to me again.

- Okay.

- Cardamom, to bind true loves.

Then it must be
her that he needs.

Who am I to take
away their happiness?

Here's your change.

- Thanks so much.

I'll have him eating out
of my hand after this.

I'll let you know
how it turned out.

- You must. Good luck.

I must let him go.

Or the spices will
destroy us both.

I've neglected
what is important.

Anant Soni, who comes
every month for rendi,

oil from the castor plant

to massage into his
mother's arthritic hands.

And Prameela Viji who
sells million-dollar houses

and sends the money to
her sister in a shelter.

I'll give her a special blend

of my garam masala
today, for hope.

Thank you, spices, for reminding
me of my duty to others.

- Tilo, I need to speak to you.

- Doug, I cannot--
- Just for, like, two minutes.

Please.

- I'll get you a nimbu pani.
A lime soda.

It'll cool you down.

So, uh, what's wrong?

- It's my mom.

She died.

- I'm so sorry.

Was she with you?

- No.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
busted in here like this.

I just, I think I'm
in shock, you know.

I should go.

- No, wait.
- No, you were right.

I shouldn't have come.

- Have this drink.

Please.

Black gold.

Brought by traders
round the world.

King of spices.

- Is that pepper?
That was strong.

- To help you tell
your deepest secrets.

You can tell me
whatever you want.

I won't judge you.

I never really
talked about this with anybody.

I don't even know
where to start.

I feel so numb.

It's my mom.

Her ashes just showed
up at my doorstep.

I don't even know
how they found me.

I never wanted to see
her again till I met you.

The truth is, my mom died
for me a long time ago.

My dad was an orphan who met
my mom at a roadside diner.

His hands were always so black
from working at the refinery.

But my mom's hands,

they were always perfect.

Vroom! Vroom!

She looked like a movie star.

You know, she had these
high pointy heels.

Even her name, Celestina,

had more flair
than the neighbors.

Ow!
- Sorry.

- She used to complain
about my hair.

She said it was
too coarse, unruly.

One day this man
showed up at our house

when my dad was at work.

Evie. Evie!

- Why have you come
here? To ruin my life?

You ought
to be ashamed, Evie,

acting like a white woman.

Your little boy don't
even know who he is.

- Dougie, honey,
go back upstairs.

Get out of here.

He's dying.

I promised him I'd
find you and tell you.

- I don't know owe him nothing.

The next day, when
my dad was gone,

my mom took us on a ride.

- Evie.

Evie, my little flower.

You came with your son.

Please.

Leave the boy with me.

I only have a little time,
my darling granddaughter.

Please, let me talk to him.

I ask it as payment

for all that you threw away.

I want the boy to have a
choice for his life's path.

As you had.

Please, let me talk to him.

Please.

- You can talk to him, Tata.

But I stay in the room.

- For you, my son.

- No!

Tata.

- Come on.

We've gotta get out of here.

Come on!
- No! You killed him!

I should never
have come back here with you!

- Phew! This pepper drink
has a kick to it, I tell you.

I don't even know why I
dumped all that stuff on you.

I'm sorry.

- Come. Let's get
some fresh air.

- It's embarrassing to
bring all this stuff up.

- Did you ever go back?

- After my dad died, I left home

and stopped talking to my mom.

God, I hated her.

She gave it all up 'cause
she wanted to fit in.

- And you just abandoned her?

- I'm not proud of that.

I did try to find
her a few years ago.

But she moved away.

You know, the old man--

- Your great-grandfather.

- Although he spoke
to me in some language

I never heard before,
I still understood him.

You know what? I felt
part of something.

I kept that feather
all these years,

hoping one day I'd find what
he was trying to give me.

Now it's too late.

- Is it?

- I'm betting you know
exactly what to do.

No, I don't always
have all the answers, Doug.

- From my window
in San Francisco,

sometimes I look across the bay

and...

I imagine you here.

- I've never really
been to San Francisco.

- You're kidding me.

Well, come with me, then.

I'll show you everything,
I'll show you all my spots.

- I cannot.

- There's more to you than
this store, Tilo. I know that.

- And I know that a handsome man

like you can never be alone.

- You'd be surprised.

I didn't have a clue what
I wanted till I met you.

Not a clue.

Did you ever feel
like you just want to,

you just want to
start all over again?

I guess it's easy for me to say

'cause I don't
have what you have.

I'm not rooted like you are.

- Oh, When the roots
are too strong,

they can strangle you too.

- I'll see you tomorrow, then?

It's a date?

Come on.

You deserve a day off.

- Haroun.

I'll stay up all night and
split the seeds for Haroun.

I must protect him.

Hello?

- Are you trying to kill us?

My husband nearly choked.

It's much too hot.
It burnt his insides.

- I'm so sorry. I don't
know what happened.

I put the same amount
of chilies in it.

- You've been careless,
that's what's happened.

Now, who's gonna pay
doctor's bills, huh?

- I'm really sorry. Please,
take back your money.

How's Jagjit? My son is
none of your business.

You've done enough damage.

- I am having no luck. Satish
refuses to mention Geeta.

- The almond and kesar powder?

- We did everything
that you asked us to do.

Can't you see, spices?

All Geeta wants is to be happy.

Don't turn on me, spices.

You know my customers need me.

Don't punish them.

Dadaji, you said you
would do anything

to bring Geeta back
into the family.

Mix this in your rice

and for one hour you will
have the golden tongue.

Whatever you ask,
people must obey.

- Okay.

Spices, I have to
get the kalo jire to Haroun.

This is for him, not for me.

I'm not leaving you, spices.

I will be back.

- Sure you wanna do this?

- I'm going because I
have to help someone.

This is where I have to go.

- Okay.

Don't worry.

Here's your helmet.

- Haroun!

- He just left five minutes ago.

But he comes back at
sundown for prayers

and food and then he goes
back out to work again.

- We must be back
before sundown.

- I'll bring you
back. Don't worry.

Just shift gears.

Today, I get to
take care of you.

You sure you don't want me to
stay for you? I can wait here.

- No, it's okay. My
friend will take me home.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- Hey!

Thanks.

I had a great day.

- Haroun?

- He hasn't returned yet.

Why don't you come in
and have some hot chai?

He'll soon be home for prayers.

- No, thank you.

- Thank you.

- I'm Hameeda.

- I'm Tilo.

Do you live alone?

- No, no, my brother
brought me here to study.

He and his wife look after me.

- Do you know Haroun well?

- Oh, no, he's always so busy.

And he's so shy with women
he hardly speaks to me.

If we meet on the stairs,

he just says "Salaam
alaikum," and hurries down.

He won't even look
me in the eyes.

That's his car. He's home.

He goes to the market and
always gets so much fresh fruit,

he comes up with so many bags.

- Haroun?

Haroun!

- Help me!

No time for tears now, Ladyjaan.

Just hold his head like this
and Bhaijaan go get help.

- Ambulance?

- No, no, who knows
who they'll tell?

Go get Rahman sahib instead.

Haroun. I'm
so sorry I failed you.

Distracted by my own desires.

- So many wounds like
this I've had to stitch.

Nobody puts this in letters
when sending money home.

Tilo,
daughter, you've gone too far.

This will destroy you
and everything you are.

- First Mother.

- You must return now
to where you belong.

You are in danger.

You have broken too many rules.

- But we have to live
by different rules here.

Maybe the spices are not
enough by themselves.

- You are nothing
without the spices.

The spices are your tradition.

Do not let America seduce you.

With your dreams of love, you
have roused the spices' hate.

- You know about him?

- To all whom a mistress
loves, as she should not,

chaos will come.

I want
the spices and him.

- If a mistress fails in
her duty, fire is the end.

The spices will decide.

- I'm not waiting as long
for you

to take another
day off, you know.

- It's not going to work.

- What do you mean?

- There are rules.

- So?

- Your mother broke the rules
and look how that hurt you.

- That was her choice.

But you helped me
make sense of it.

You said I can be whoever
the hell I want to be.

So can you.

Don't kill this.

Don't kill this before
it's even started.

I'm coming back for you tonight.

Spices, I
know it cannot be.

I have chosen to go back.

- Hello, Beti.

It's still hurting.

But I had to come and thank you.

Geeta's coming home with her
boyfriend, that Tony fellow.

Thank you, spices.

You have helped open eyes,
so Geeta can marry her love.

- Don't worry.
I'm not going to say anything.

Hello!

- I, uh, saw the poster
in your window

and went along to his class.

And saffron, Myisha
and Kwesi have found love, too.

- He can cook, too.

- She taught me
everything I know.

So what do
we get for tonight?

Anything with garlic.

- Everything okay, Jagjit?

- Yeah, it's all good.

- Don't be scared. It's
just a bus backfiring.

- Scared? I ain't scared.

- Are you all right,
son? Somebody after you?

- How would you like never
to be scared again, Jagjit?

Teach him, till he's
a master like you.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because I want to.

Cinnamon, you have found
a true friend for Jagjit

to guide him through the highs
and lows of life in America.

Thank you, spices. Their
desires are now fulfilled.

- I never got to cook for him.

Turns out he's fallen in
love with someone else.

- He told you that?

Yeah.

I can't hate him for it.
I've never seen him so happy.

Please, spices,
give me one night with Doug.

One night for my desires.

Then you have me forever.

- Ladyjaan.

You look different.

Or is it my eye playing?

- I have brought
something for you.

Are you feeling better?

- Oh, yes. Hameeda and her
brother have been very kind.

She's been cooking
all day for us

and she's been
keeping me company.

- Today will you have some chai?

And you?

- Sure. I'll help her.

Haroun, I have
come to say goodbye.

- Where are you going?

- I'm returning back home.

- What about your store,
Ladyjaan, and your customers?

- Is it not right for us to
go back to where we belong?

- Not for me, Ladyjaan.

- Are you not angry at
what they did to you?

- Of course, I'm
angry, Ladyjaan.

But I still have both my
eyes and I have such friends.

Haroun, you have found
so much more than wealth here.

You came for a dream
and found love.

- Now, what did
you bring for me?

- It's for Hameeda.

Well, actually, it's
for you both, together.

Lotus root.

You put this on her on
the night of your wedding.

It's for a lifetime
of deep loving.

- Here it is.

What do you think?

- It's, uh, it's beautiful.

Is this yours?

- Oh, yeah. It's an
old bakery, actually.

I just love the idea of, you
know, making old things new.

There's something cool about it.

Forgive me, Doug,

but I have to return
to where I belong.

You showed me such love.

Thank you.

But it cannot be.

I do not expect
you to understand.

But there is no
other way. I'm sorry.

I will carry your
love with me forever.

Spices, I never left you.

I could have lived
with you and him.

Love cannot be wrong.

But I will leave him,
if it means losing you.

I give my life to you.

- Tilo!

Tilo!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I woke up and you were gone.

I read your note.

I crossed the bridge and just
as I got to the other side,

the quake hit.

Are you sure you're okay?

- Oh, yes.

- Let's get you out.
Let's get you out of here.

Tilo Mistress,

you have shown your
devotion to the spices.

The spices know you
will never leave them.

- Doug, I'm not leaving.

- You're staying with me.

- I mean here.

I'm not leaving here.

- Tilo, there's
nothing left here.

- This is my home.

- I guess I can
help you rebuild it.

You never told me
what my spice is.

- Sesame. Tilo.