All language subtitles for Indian Summers (PBS) S1E06 480p BDRIP XviD (moviesbyrizzo)

♫ ♫

(insects chirping)

(slams loudly)

(gasps)

I didn't know it was
going to be so exotic.

(chuckles)

(hisses)

(gasps)

What?

No, no, no fuss.

(hisses)

Key here is to remain
perfectly...

MADELEINE:
Yes.

Calm.

(gunshot)

(screams)

(panting):
Did you... did you see it?

I got him all right,
did I?

(breathless):
Did you see it?

ALICE:
It's all right, Madeleine.

You're quite safe!

Is anyone hurt?

Do forgive us,
charging in.

Just caught me by surprise,
that's all.

Chin up, little sips.

Thank you.

Damn fine shot.

Lucky I was passing.

What a perfect fool.

What's this?

MADELEINE:
Erotic carvings.

It's a ruined temple,
apparently.

ALICE: Mr. Keane was leading
us on a cultural excursion.

You ever wonder what lies behind
all those dull, vacant stares,

there's your answer.

RONNIE: The important ones
are all round the back.

Yes, aren't they always?

Now I propose we escort you back
as far as the tar road.

It's going to bucket down
any minute.

Yes, I think I'd like
to get back.

Right then.

That's settled.

RONNIE:
Your name?

Captain Farquhar, sir.

Royal Irish First Battalion.

(groans)

That's the spot,
that's it.

Good girl, good girl.

You all right to walk a bit?

Of course I can walk a bit.

Then grab hold
of the lead rope, here.

I'll escort the other lady.

Mister...?

Keane.

Royal Irish.

You're a long way from home.

We're going to climb a mountain.

Just as soon as we get
the permissions through.

What an interesting day.

RALPH:
Thank Dr. Kamble for his visit.

We look forward to the Prime
Minister's recommendations.

And as to his
particular request, sir?

Spectemur agendo.

sir?

"Let us be judged
by what we do."

(teacup rattles)

Ah.

Excuse me.

It's been ten years.

You sure it was her?

Ralph?

If she were to be taken away,
put somewhere?

She'd only come back.

I will speak to her.

No, no.

You're going nowhere.

Till we decide what to do.

What did you have in mind?

I don't know, Ralph.

I'll talk to Kaiser.

He tends to know somebody.

She had the child with her.

The child?

♫ ♫

I thought we were going
to school.

Not today we're not.

Come on, I'll race you.

(laughing playfully)

Oh, he's fast,
he's a fast lad, go!

RAMU: Never disregard
the monsoon crop.

The taste is bitter,
but the Kashmiris will drink

almost anything.

Naturally, your uncle
left the leaf to rot.

He was doomed to fail.

Even without his wasteful,
good-for-nothing life.

IAN: Well, God help
the living, sir,

if that's how you speak
of the dead.

RAMU: I am a businessman,
not a hypocrite.

Good for you, sir.

You know, once I was a cheery
young fool like you.

And what are you now, sir?

Not so cheery
and not so young.

(speaking local language)

(thunder)

(hushed voices,
typewriter keys clacking)

Good snack?

Miss Whelan.

Mr. Dalal.

I'm afraid Mr. Whelan is
engaged in a business matter.

How busy and important of him.

Yes.

Mukherjee, correspondence
for redrafting.

At once, please.

It is for the evening post.

It will require the Viceroy's
counter-signature.

Right, sir.

You are... well?

If memsahib would be more
comfortable in the lounge,

I can arrange for tea
to be served?

No.

I'll wait right here.

(clears throat)

Alice.

You're late.

Come on.

(Speaking sternly)

PRAKASH:
Bhai-sahib.

Bhai-sahib.

I think we know
who is the thief.

The Tamil woman.

There was a beggar woman.

You gave her work
in my field, yes?

Yes?!

PRAKASH: I told him
she was no good,

but on the spot, against
my advice, he employs her.

Rubbish-- what woman?

This morning she was here,
now gone, nobody has seen.

What does that prove?

Nothing.

Last evening
she was glimpsed

outside on the path.

Get out.

Get out of my house!

May I at least know what was
stolen, so I can replace it.

Because nothing can
be replaced, so get out.

Get out!

Find this woman.

Prakash,
find this Tamil woman!

(thunder)

DOUGIE:
"Dear Leena.

I regret that other commitments
have kept me from your side."

SARAH:
What is that?

Blasted tiles again?

Well, the winter we've had.

I've got a few spares
somewhere.

I'll have a go later.

Your hair's all wet.

Is it?

Did you hear there's some
sort of talk up at the club?

Quite jolly this time.

Matthew was asking.

"Look what I found.

"I know Adam had been hunting
for it.

I hope it cheers him up."

(thunder)

FARQUHAR: There will be five of us
in all: myself, the Colonel here,

and our stout sherpas,
of course--

Tom, Dick and Harry.

(laughter)

Climbing Shipki La without
the aid of oxygen.

We'll make our ascent
via this frozen couloir here.

The views promise to be
absolutely first class.

(laughter)

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MADELEINE:
It stood up, didn't it?

Like a walking stick.

Looked me dead in the eye,
as if to say,

"Where's my damn money?"

(laughter)

SARAH:
No touching.

You'll smudge it, won't he?

FARQUHAR: Young man,
do you like switches?

Yeah?
Yes?

Try this one here.

That's a nice hat.

Knitted by my mother's
fair hand.

Oh.

(clears throat)

Captain Farquhar,
Mrs. Sarah Raworth.

Married.

What a bore.

Which one is he,
is he here?

He's behind you.

FARQUHAR:
Oh, that one.

(chuckling):
I'm not that old, thank you.

You could be a gold-digger,
for all I know.

Or some sweetheart lost to
in a game of cards.

(chuckles)

What's it like up there?

Like the top of a wedding cake.

Now I vote we take Mr. Raworth
along, we shove him

in a saddle bag and push him
off the summit, who's with me?

Don't be bashful.

Stop it.

(chuckles)

Captain, Miss Whelan's
late husband was in the Army,

wasn't he?

Oh.

Which regiment?

You know, I'd actually
rather not talk about it.

Doesn't do
to bottle it all up.

Hmm...

(sniffs)

Ma?

Is the dasturji coming
for dinner or...

DARIUS:
Aafrin!

What is this?

You remember Sooni's
old classmate?

Sita?

Correct!

My son's always had
a sound head for names,

even when he was a child.

No.

Go and sit there.

With your sister.

You can eat with your hands,
if you're uncomfortable.

No, there's no need.

Thank you.

Please, start.

Now Sita, did I tell you,
my brother here will be taking

ICS examinations
this coming winter?

Really?

I think you might
have said.

SOONI: Look at him,
so pink and fat.

Who knows?

Maybe one day he will be
Viceroy himself.

Sooni...

And there will be heavenly
dances.

And when the lights are low,
people will say,

"Is he Indian at all?

I simply cannot tell!"

Soon“.

My sister amuses no one
but herself.

You know, even as we dine here,
the Viceroy is drawing up plans

for a new elected
Indian Assembly.

SOONI:
Well!

Gandhiji must be turning
cartwheels in his prison cell.

(chuckling):
I'd like to see him try.

Aafrin, your brother,
believes it is necessary...

Come this precious revolution
of yours, we cannot have chaos.

We need experienced hands
to govern this country

and Indian civilians will be
well placed to ensure

a smooth hand-over.

SOONI: And you call
this revolution?

British leave and the Indians
go on salaaming to their shadow

like nothing has changed.

DARIUS (chuckling):
Try the rice.

All these speeches

are whetting my appetite.

SOONI: Of course Baapi
is a true Indian.

Only this morning
I caught him praying

for swift recovery of the Prince
of Wales from a summer cold.

Poor fellow,
he's under the weather.

I pray for him
as I would for anyone.

SOONI:
O Ahura Mazda.

Spare a handkerchief,
wise and blessed creator.

Mock me if you wish!

(quietly);
Stop it!

But remember who it is
but the British that gave you

the education to sit there
scorning your own father.

Shamshad...

Forgive us.

Please.

RALPH: No, we only wanted to thank
you, Madeleine and I, for taking care

of that boy that appeared
at the engagement party.

DOUGIE: Oh, it's the
least I could do.

Adam is one of ours now.

So I hear.

Anyway, I got to thinking,
you are rather cut off

over at Lady Camarthen's
old place?

Oh, yes.

But we seem to manage.

Good.

Well, that's good.

But now with the rains...

Why don't you
make me a list?

I'm sorry?

An inventory, if you like.

Any repair work around
the school.

I'll put in a word
with the Board of Revenue.

For the children.

Well, thank you.

That would be a godsend.

Good.

I'll get onto it right away.

I wonder what she wanted?

It's... hard to tell.

The boy didn't say?

Well, according to him,
she was hoping to meet someone.

"Someone"...

Well, she's living rough on
a lake up near Huttoo Peak.

I wouldn't read too much
into it.

No.

As you say.

Don't forget that list.

Forgive me.

My eyes are not what they were.

Sometimes I see
what I want to see.

Who is it, please?

Jaya.

Wait.

Please, look away,
I am not ready.

I'm sorry,
I had a job finding you.

What are you doing here?

"A kiss within a cup."

What?

"And I'll not ask for wine."

Don't you remember?

Of course I remember.

Not two minutes ago,
it popped into my head.

And I knew-- I knew,
it was a sign, you see.

If I had known that you were
in such... difficulty, I...

Difficulty?

(chuckles)

Yes, you could call it that.

But didn't I always say?

See, I'm not alone.

I'm only waiting.

In the end, he will come.

Oh, such wicked things
he used to say about you.

Who?

Rakshas.

Rakshas.

Demon.

Snake.

And now he is dead.

Your father?

He meant no harm.

He tried to shoot me.

Not him.

No, no, no.

It was put in his mind.

His mind?

By the boy.

Your son?

Ours.

Our child.

Fresh, eh?

Mmm...

It seems your father
is not well.

It's too much
of your rich food.

Aafrin...

Huh?

Newton's Third Law.

Uh, yeah...

For every action...

...there's an opposite
and equal reaction.

Yes, I knew that.

I knew that.

Bye.

Jaanu.

Just a little soup, please,
only if you don't mind.

There.

Soup.

You will need to be
strict with him.

He is a good, kind boy,

but he has the evil eye.

What?

I have seen.

Ever since the minute
he was born.

Cows give no milk,
earth dries up.

Shh... shh...
I do my duty.

I try to bleed
it out, but...

(man shouting)

Who is that goonda?

I don't know.

(shouting continues)

Look.

We must find you
somewhere to stay, hmm?

Where you can be
provided for?

And the boy.

Now I've heard of a fine place
by the sea, down near Puri,

do you know it?

The things they have
done to me.

Over and over again.

Who?

Men.

Men? What were
their names?

Too many names.

And there was a woman.

English.

What woman?

She was the worst.

Do I know her?

You can't stay here.

You must see that.

Look at you.

(sniffs)

So cold.

Sit, huh?

Forgive me.

See?

I kept it.

MADELEINE: So have you climbed
the Himalayas before?

No, this is my first time
East of the Suez.

ALICE:
And? How do you find us?

Horribly quaint.

People generally do.

Well, I rather fancy it.

Jolly old house,
pandering servants,

empire at your feet,
perfect.

Now you'll have
to forgive us.

You just got here.

Astronomer's waiting.

Didn't I say?

I promised the chuprassy
we'd get our horoscopes done.

Absolute hell, if we don't
choose an auspicious day,

you see.

For the wedding?

Astronomer?

Wait, wait, wait.

(moaning)

So, what's your story?

I mean, what are you
actually doing here?

Me?

Oh.

I'm running away.

Can't you tell?

I say, what from?

Disappointment.

You on the lookout?

For a husband, you must be.

God, no.

Oh.

Spoken for.

No one speaks for me,
Captain Farquhar.

What?

This is jolly good.

Oh.

Some clerk did it.

What, a local chap?

"Local"?

I see.

Yes.

Could've almost been done
by one of our lot.

"Almost"?

Yes, but not quite,
something smells off.

Well, I blame the subject.

Look, I have to get back.

That was quick.

We'll just have to muddle
through without him.

Yes, I expect we can manage.

See you at the Club.

Splendid.

Now tell me,
where's yours?

"Your" what?

Portrait.

There wasn't time
in the end.

Well, I'm in digs here
another week.

Your... your man can do me
a miniature.

So I can take you with me,
up the mountain.

You can keep me warm at nights.

What do you say to that?

RALPH:
No chance.

She's a fidget,
she won't sit still.

No, why not?

I'm extremely flattered.

Good.

You see?

Mind of her own after all.

What's his name,
this sable Leonardo?

Sweetie?

To whom are you writing?

Nobody.

Soup was very nice.

Did I ever tell you

about a fellow from the old days
named Captain Hart?

Hart?

From the war?

He was my commander.

(chuckling):
In the celebrated Mule Corps.

Was he a good man?

No.

He shot my mules.

It was the order.

Better kill them
than give to the enemy.

41 brute beasts,
as loyal as any soldier.

There was no time to bury them,
so we burned them.

And I wondered.

Why did they not run?

Why stand there,
waiting to be shot?

Why?

Because of me.

No.

Well, I watered and fed them.

I taught them to love me.

And when Captain Hart raised
his revolver,

not one beast moved.

I was there, you see,
standing beside him.

Poor creatures.

All I ask is that our son
should live the life

that is for him.

And when the world says to him,
"Stop, we know what's best,"

I want to shout, "Run.

Run for your life."

That's not fair.

I know.

I know.

I didn't raise him to marry
that girl.

I keep thinking,
"What'll our family say?

What'll all my cousins
in Rustom Baug say?"

Oh, I dare say we'll be cast out
of the fire-temple

for a month or two.

Are you sure he is fond
of that girl?

Quite sure.

She's not even especially
pretty.

Oh?

Such a long nose.

And thin lips.

(sniffs)

Well, we'll just have
to look at her feet.

(laughing)

AAFRIN:
Miss Whelan is expecting me.

(knock at door)

Yes?

Mr. Dalal is here to see you.

Yes.

Tell him I'll be down
in a minute.

You remember my sister.

Shamshad.

How nice.

Can I play your piano?

Yes, of course.

Do you like music?

They force me to have lessons.

With a Mrs. Gool.

She hits me with a stick.

Look!

Ow.

Perhaps it's time
you found a new teacher.

I know, but Ma says I must have
Mrs. Gool because...

Because Mrs. Gool
is a friend of the family.

Shall we begin?

(playing)

Where shall I sit?

As you wish.

(piano playing continues
in other room)

Very well.

I'll sit here.

No, not there.

There's too much light.

I won't be able to see.

And Captain Farquhar will have
wasted a shilling.

(door opens)

Ah.

Thank you.

Just put it down.

Do you have a photograph,
Miss Whelan?

What?

A photograph.

I can draw just as well
from that, and there's no need

for you to be sitting indoors.

No.

I'm afraid I've no photograph.

(door closes)

I thought you'd be pleased.

I thought you'd be pleased
to see me.

But I am not here for me.

I am here for your friend,
Captain Farquhar.

Well, if you'd rather be
somewhere else.

My father is sick.

I would rather be with him.

Shall we start?

Wait.

I didn't know he was unwell.

Why would anyone bother you
if my father was ill?

It's nothing.

No, it's not nothing.

Please, pack up your things,
I'll arrange for...

Really, there's no need.

(baby crying in other room)

Percy.

My son.

And his father?

You mean my husband.

Your husband.

Where is he now?

Home.

"Home."

He'll just be waking up.

Slept through his alarm clock.

Running late for his train.

I realized I didn't love him.

I tried accepting it.

I tried being unhappy.

Other people seem to manage,
don't they?

SQ?

I took my child,
and I got on a boat.

And did you find
what you were looking for?

Yes.

For a moment.

Miss Whelan...

Oh.

I have heard of British men
who take Indian wives

or mistresses.

But never the other way round.

I have a family,
as you know.

My father was invalided
during the war.

He's not strong enough to work.

They depend on me.

You see, without my salary...

It's all right.

You don't have to explain.

I must be out of my mind.

No.

It can be our secret.

Another one.

Would you like to meet him?

My Son?

Yes.

I'll fetch him now.

(footsteps retreating)

(Whispers)

Come, let's go.

SUMITRA:
Memsahib?

Baby is ready.

Memsahib?

Please.

Call me Alice.

(baby coos)

Pull, pull, pull!

(cheering)

(cheers and applause)

Where's the golden boy?

On his way from work.

Well, that's what
he told us.

Who let that man
through the gate?

(whispering): Mr. Ian was invited
to perform in the tug-of-war.

The only thing he'll be invited
to perform in is a hasty exit.

Mr. McLeod!

Afternoon.

Qut!

CYNTHIA:
Get him out.

Tell him he's not welcome!

Not welcome!

Understand, Mr. McLeod?

Please, let me have
a word with her.

No.

Thank you, Alice,
but this is my fight.

Not yours.

Good day.

Captain Farquhar's
climbing party.

I gather they're still
waiting on permission.

Hang on.

Mrs. Tapuwallah always does
a nice firm crumb.

Now, where is it?

Ah, yes.

Fairfax queried it,
over in Mountain and Fisheries.

On what grounds?

Tribal sensitivities,
mudslide.

Remember that German chap
who vanished last year?

Let's not hold things up.

They seem to know
what they're doing.

I didn't take to him either.

(giggling)

(Speaking Hindi)
(Stop)

(speaking hindi)
(theres no kid around)

(speaking Hindi)
(Where did you get that?)

(speaking Hindi)
(No! Stop!)

(crying)

What are you doing?

What is he doing up there?

A two-man job, this.

He's helping, aren't you?

Is it safe?

Crowbar.

Um...

Where's the crowbar?

Well, I'm not bringing it up.

(Speaking Hindi)
(Come here, give me some help!)

You all right, love?

Mommy?

Isn't it silly?

I used to be able
to climb anything.

Here.

What's that?

Nimbu pani.

Lemonade.

Anyway, I'm not thirsty!

I'm stuck!

AYAH:
Memsahib?

Yes, what is it, Ayah?

Rickshaw
is waiting.

For the club?

We're missing it,
we're missing the tug-of-war.

Just have a sip.

'U.

AYAH: Shall I cancel
rickshaw, Memsahib?

Uh, tell them...

Wait.

Better?

(laughs)

Yes, yes.

(laughs)

(music playing
on phonograph)

Off first thing?

Yes.

We got the all-clear from the
Viceroy's office a week early.

Anyone would think someone
wanted to get rid of me.

I'm sorry about the portrait.

There was no time.

You don't remember, do you?

What?

I came to your wedding.

Left rather early, under a bit
of a cloud, I'm afraid.

Anyway, Charlie--
my old pal, your husband,

who is very much alive despite
rumors to the contrary--

heard I was coming
out this way.

He asked me to look in on you.

How is he?

Is he all right?

(sighs)

He wants to know
when you're coming home.

Though that's bound to change,
I suppose, once I tell him

the sort of life
you're leading out here.

What do you want?

Oh, I see.

Shh... keep still.

Anyway, you were
all over me yesterday.

So why not grab me
while you had the chance?

Where's the fun
when it's freely given, hmm?

Charlie spoke to a solicitor.

(knuckles cracking)

The child belongs
to his daddy, legally speaking,

so what you've done is...

well, it's sort of
kidnap, apparently.

(footsteps approaching)

I'm not afraid of you.

RALPH:
Drink up, Farquhar.

We're a man short
for the tug-of-war.

(sighs)

This way.

You don't mind my joshing
your little sister?

Who? Alice?

Who else?

Not at all.

(groans)

(cheering)

Ralph, you're the captain!

There's a chap taken ill
on the back stairs.

Oh my God.

Best we get him to hospital,
memsahib.

Yeah... no, no.

Get hold of the
horse chappie.

He's had a few, but I
dare say he can stitch.

Any word from himself?

I don't know where
he is, memsahib.

No, well, he doesn't think
he can be helped.

That's the trouble.

Go, go, go!

(sighs)

RONNIE:
Oh, there you are!

I'm trying to...

(softly): I need to track
down your brother.

The Prime Minister published
his recommendation

for the Indian constitution.

Within the hour, 148 reserved
seats for the untouchables.

Bloody nose for Congress,
you wait!

I'm sorry,
I can't help, excuse me.

Ralphie!

I don't need rescuing,
not by you or anyone.

You were leading him on
in my house.

Our house.

So you said.

I could've broken his neck,.

I chose not to.

I'll break your neck.

(chuckles)

Someone should.

You know what we need?

What do we need?

A holiday.

Oh, yes?

Frinton-on-Sea?

Why not?

It had its moments.

The only thing I remember
was getting the wire

saying Mama was...
Don't.

And the next day we were
sent back to school.

Aunt Gertie made us
shake hands, do you remember?

What was he saying,
your Captain Farquhar?

Nothing to write home about.

Anyway, he's not my captain
anything, thank you very much.

RALPH (to Alice):
Wait.

♫ ♫

Who could be unhappy
in such a place, huh?

You can't stay.

You can't.

No, I know.

Good.

But tonight, I want you
to finally meet your son.

Yes.

About time.

MADELEINE:
Ralph?

Hello, darling!

What are you doing
out there?

What have you got there?

EUGENE:
Creme de Menthe.

MADELEINE:
Want one?

Why not?

Hard at work?

Ma says I have to tell you
sorry.

Hmm!

A very humble apology.

What are you...
God sake, Sooni!

Sorry!

I just don't know why it's you
always get what you want.

You think I have what I want?

What, head clerk?

Obviously.

And if by some miracle
I manage to stay on a horse

for long enough to pass
the examination,

please, spare a thought while
you are off studying the law,

following your dream
at my expense.

I didn't mean...

I feel as though
I am dead, Sooni.

Or gathering dust in one
of their damn files,

marked green
for non-immediate dispatch.

And one day I will wake up
and say, "What about me?

When is it my turn to choose?"

And they will say, "No, it's
too late for you, do your duty."

I was talking about Sita.

So was I.

Aafrin?

DOUGIE:
"We are to be offered funds.

"I need you to make a thorough
list of all the work,

all that's needed to make
the school safe for the rains."

(bell dings)

(cheering and laughing)

Damp in the roof.

Write it down.

Water damage from the rains.

Write it down.

Fresh paint for the walls.

Can you write that down?

And floors, floors could
do with as well.

LEENA:
Adam, no!

What do you want?

Why will you not leave him
in peace?

He is my son!

What?

You don't have
to go with her.

You understand?

(shouts)

(groans)

No!

Go home.

Cheers.

Some watch dog you are.

You know in this country
it's a grievance, sir,

to call a man a dog.

Well, in Scotland it's actually
a mark of respect.

You win?

Win?

Your tug-of-war.

Oh, that.

No.

No, not in the end.

Mr. McLeod,
I owe you an explanation.

You see, the...

the thief took an article
that was very dear to me.

It was Kavitha's,
my late wife's.

It was her wedding sari.

Your wife.

When did she pass away?

Shall we eat?

I want you to know that woman
will never threaten you again.

Do you understand?

(grunting)

Leaving already?

Yes.

Under a cloud?

Another one.

Give my regards
to your brother.

With pleasure.

Good-bye.

Oh.

Did you write to Charlie?

Not yet.

What are you going to say
to him?

You tell me.

Say I'm not ready.

Not yet.

I have some things
that I have to work out.

Please.

Poor bastard.

For you.

I've no use for it.

What is it?

Leonardo.

I'd have shaken him
by the hand,

but they wouldn't let him
through the gate.

(softly):
Thank you.

RAMU:
Oh, easy!

(chuckles)

(Speaking Hindi)
(full moon tonight!)

Good night.

Mr. McLeod, wait.

Let me fetch someone
to walk you home.

(slurring):
Aye, there's no need!

I am eminently capable.

See?

Good night.

Be safe!

(birds calling)

(rustling)

You came!

(footsteps approaching)

(screaming)

(gasping)

(muffled screams)

(Jaya screaming)

Hello?