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Thanks very much, Ronnie.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Bye.
- You'd better go, Mummy.

- Bye, darling.
- Bye.

Goodbye, Teddie.

Somebody catch!

- Goodbye.
- Bye!

Bye-bye!

Good evening, Miss Layton!

Hello.

I'm afraid everyone else
is lying down.

And you?

I'm waiting for the fireflies
to come out.

Hmm.

The last place the light
goes from is the lake.

Though when it's really dark,

the lake's darker
than anything.

Water reflects the light.

Will you have a drink, Ronald?

If you'll have one, too.

Whiskey, if I may.

Tom Collins.

Oh, you feel I need
a burra-peg, then.

I don't know about need.

Deserve.

No, thank you.

Haven't you had a rest?

I've been writing letters --

well, one letter --

to father in Germany,
about the wedding.

They'll be in Manoora soon --

Teddie and Susan.

Yes.

I've really come
to say goodbye.

I'm off to Calcutta
first thing in the morning.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The signal was waiting for me

when I got back from
the station.

Things are on the move.

Will you write to me sometimes?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Bus.

Cheers.

I'm glad you were alone.

I wanted to apologize.

That stone that someone
chucked this morning

was meant for me.

It sounds melodramatic,

but persecution of that kind's
been going on

ever since I left Mayapore.

That stone and -- hmm...

that unpleasant scene
at the platform.

I was the worst best man
Teddie could have chosen.

Oh, no.

It made me feel ridiculous,

as though I have
something to hide,

when all I want is to forget.

I hope your mother,
in particular, understands that.

I'm not unconscious
of my obligation to her.

We all understand.

Thank you.

But I don't
really understand

about the woman
at the station.

Was she the mother of one of
the boys who got arrested?

His aunt.

The man who was with her
put her up to it.

He knows there's nothing
I can do.

The case is useful to him,

it serves his purpose.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye!

Catch!

- Bye.
- Bye!

What the devil?

Who was that?

A madwoman.

Some madwoman!

What was she like --

the girl in the Mayapore
business?

Rather like you.

No, not physically.

Well, um...

not as pretty.

She was a bit clumsy.

She made a joke of it,

but she was sensitive.

The kind of girl
you could talk to --

although our backgrounds
were quite different.

Were you in love with her?

I don't know.

I thought I was
for a while.

But if I was,

it wasn't
love at first sight.

I thought she was another of
those English girls

who come over here with a bee
in their bonnet

about the rotten way
we treat Indians.

She didn't see why a line
had to be drawn --

has to be drawn --

but it's essential,
isn't it?

Poor Daphne tried
to do without all that.

I tried to stop her,

and found out she wasn't just
another English girl

with a bee in her bonnet,
she was this girl.

And it wasn't a bee.

I don't know what it was...

but it destroyed her.

I'm sorry.

I said she was like you,

and I'm describing
all the things

that made her different.

But then...

This may sound impertinent.

No, I'm sure it won't.

Well...

that first morning when I joined
you at the station restaurant

and you sat in the front of
the car, next to the driver,

I thought --
please, forgive me --

I thought, "Here's another one
who doesn't see

why the line has to be drawn."

That's why I started
talking about young Kasim.

I think subconsciously
he'd impressed me as being

a man of Hari Kumar's type.

Hari Kumar?

The chief suspect in the case.

The man she
was friendly with.

In that car,

there was a sort
of fantasy in my mind

of Hari and Daphne
about to come together again.

But, uh...

I was wrong.

Mr. Kasim knows where the line
has to be drawn, doesn't he?

Oh, so do you.

I can't speak for Mr. Kasim.

Well, then, for yourself.

What are we talking
about, Ronald --

the social pressure
that keeps the ruled

at arm's length from the rulers

or the biological pressure
that makes a white girl

afraid of being touched
by an Indian?

I think they're connected.

A white man --

I or Teddie,
for example --

if one's tastes
ran that way,

could marry an Indian woman
or live with her.

He'd have the dominant role,

whatever the color of his skin.

But an Indian man touching
a white-skinned woman

would always be conscious
that he's...

What's the word?

Diminishing her.

And she'd be conscious
of it, too.

I'm sorry.

I've put it very badly.

And I've broken
one of the sacred rules.

One isn't supposed to talk
about that kind of thing.

One isn't supposed to talk about
anything very much.

I know.

It's how we hide our prejudices
and go on living with them.

Would you say goodbye for me?

And, um, apologize
to your family.

I expect Aunt Fanny
will be out in a while.

No, I really must be going.

I'm only half packed.

Look, there's a firefly.

The end of your vigil.

It's alive
with Japs.

First evidence of the enemy
is Jap booty

captured in
a previous encounter,

evidence of the turn of
the tide of war,

clearing the Arakan
of Japanese strongholds.

On the lookout for snipers.

"Duck your head over the next
hill -- signed Tojo."

And it's sound advice,

as Allied bombers
go into action.

The Japs retreat,
but weary soldiers

search the area
for snipers left behind.

A Jap hideout.

Japan boasts her soldiers
never retreat,

never lose their nerve,

fight bravely to the death
rather than face capture.

Well, here's the truth.

A Jap soldier surrendering,

as frightened as
a cornered rabbit.

Wounded prisoners
are taken back for first aid.

A captured flag

marks the end
of the engagement,

but there's excitement ahead.

In fact, Dorothy Lamour,
three jungles up,

to say nothing of Tarzan.

You have a question,
Lady Manners?

Yes.

I'm afraid
I've forgotten your name.

- Rowan.
- Rowan.

It's a curious thing,
memory.

My husband had an excellent one,

a great asset to a governor.

You were in Burma,
Captain Rowan?

Until my dose of fever.

And shall you go back
to active service?

No -- no, I'm told not.

I've applied to get back into
the political department,

which is what
I've always wanted.

Have you
the photograph there?

H.E. gave me an envelope,

which he said
you might ask for.

I'd like to see it,
if I may.

Would you unseal it for me?

You can see Kandipat now.

I should explain,
before we reach the prison,

I shall pull down
the blinds over the window.

I have all
the necessary documents

to pass us through the gates.

Would you like me to go through
the arrangements?

I'm sure H.E. has arranged
everything as I would wish.

But in case I forget to say
it afterwards, Captain Rowan,

thank you for everything
you've done for me.

Are you ready?

Quite ready,
if you are.

Your name is Kumar?

Uh-huh.

Sit down, please.

These proceedings are
authorized

by order of the Governor
in Council.

The purpose is to examine
any facts

relevant to your detention

under
the Defense of India Rules.

I am instructed to advise you

that the purpose
of the proceedings

is only to examine and not
to make a recommendation

in regard to your detention.

I now ask you,

do you agree
to this examination?

Huh.

Do wish it to be conducted
in English or in Hindi?

Angrezi.

I'm sorry.

I mean, in English.

I seldom have an opportunity
of speaking English

to anyone but myself.

I see...

Then we'll proceed
in English.

Your name is Kumar,

your given name Hari,

son of the late Duleep Kumar,

of Didbury in the county
of Berkshire.

Honestly, Mildred,
that's a laugh.

You say someone threw
a stone at the Nawab's car?

Teddie and the best man
were in it.

Well, I'm glad you're amused.

You must admit,
it does have its comic side.

Teddie at the altar

with a lump of sticking plaster
on his face.

Only 72 hours of honeymoon,

he has to buzz off
and fight the Japs.

How did Susan take it?

Susan was splendid --
she saved the day.

And it's not comic for her.

Back to life as bloody
usual in Pankot --

and in the bloody grace
and favor, too.

I must say,
she's looking radiant

for a grass widow.

Mildred, you don't
suppose that...

Oh, really, Nicky.
I don't suppose anything.

This whole stupid business
could have been avoided

if Captain Merrick had said.

What?

What he should
have said to Teddie.

That he was the policeman
in that ghastly Manners case,

and he'd been
tracked down ever since.

Then why didn't he?

Perhaps because
he wanted to be best man.

Seems rather an off thing to do,

I mean, as Teddie's
fellow officer.

- He's hardly that.
- I thought you said he was.

Nicky, Captain Merrick
is not a Muzzy Guide.

In fact, he's scarcely
a gentleman at all.

Not top drawer?

Not by any stretch
of the imagination.

Oh, well.

How's that?

Is Sarah making the fourth?

I would like
to return for a moment

to the time when District Superintendent Merrick

made, what you claim,
was an obscene remark.

You had refused to answer
any questions.

Because Merrick had refused

to give me the reason
for my arrest.

But then, at 22:45,
you made the statement,

as it appears
on the DSP's report,

"I haven't seen Miss Manners

since the night
we visited the temple."

Yes.

And until this examination,

you have persistently refused
to make any other statement.

Yes.

How long did
the interrogation continue?

I lost track of things
like time.

Two hours? More?

Could have been.

So you were alone

with the examining officer
for two hours or more?

No.

Other people came in
after a bit.

The two constables?

There may have been others.

It seemed like it.

Are you saying
you were confused?

A little giddy, perhaps,

standing for a long time?

I wasn't standing then.

- You were allowed to sit?
- No.

I don't understand.

You were not standing,
but you were not sitting.

What were you doing,
lying down?

I was bent over a trestle.

Bent over a trestle?

Tied to it...

for the more persuasive part
of the interrogation.

You told us you were naked.

Were you physically ill-treated?

A cane was used.

You say you were caned?

How many times were you hit?

I don't know.

Six times? 12 times?
More than 12?

I didn't count.

You have no idea?

Did you lose consciousness?

It's very difficult to breathe
in that position.

It's all you think of
in the end.

After a time, they brought
Vidyasagar down

to hear me confess,

but I said nothing.

Then Merrick sent everyone out.

We were alone.

He spoke and acted
even more obscenely.

That is the second allegation
of obscenity

you have made against
an officer of the Indian police,

but the word is not precise.

You must give examples

so that anyone reading
the report

can judge whether its use
is justified or not.

He asked if I was enjoying it.

He said,

"Aren't you enjoying it?

Surely, a randy fellow
like you

doesn't exhaust himself
just having it once."

He had his hand between my legs
at the time.

Strike that
from the record.

Delete everything
that followed

the prisoner's statement,
"We were alone."

Why are you lying?

I'm not lying.

I'm answering your questions.

I put it to you
that you are.

You still have an opportunity
to retract.

I advise you to think
most carefully

whether you should take
that opportunity.

I have nothing to retract.

I'm sorry.

I seem to have misunderstood.

Misunderstood
the questions?

No.

The reasons for asking them.

I made the wrong guess.

Something's happened to her,
hasn't it?

You mean Miss Manners?

Yes.

I agreed to this examination
because I thought

Daphne had finally persuaded
someone to believe the truth.

This begins to smell of...

an uneasy conscience.

Something's happened to her,

and I'm the loose end
you want to tie up.

What's happened?

Is she dead?

I've sometimes felt it, but...

If she is...

you should have said.

You should have told me.

We presumed you knew.

She died of peritonitis.

That's blood poisoning,
isn't it?

Burst appendix,
that sort of thing.

I gather the peritonitis

was the result of
a Caesarean operation.

A Caesarean?

I see.

She married?

No,

she didn't marry.

I see.

Do you still have nothing
to retract?

No.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Auntie Mabel,
are you sleepy?

Yes, but not tired.

I've reached the age,
you know,

whenever I sit down
and do nothing,

I just drop off.

So if you and Barbie
will excuse me,

there are some drawers
I should turn out.

Oh, don't you need me
to help you?

Oh, Aziz can do it.

It's something he enjoys.

You stay and talk to Sarah.

I mustn't stay too long.

There's something
I still don't understand.

Who was the Indian woman
at the station?

The aunt of the boy Miss Manners

is supposed to have
been infatuated with.

He's still in prison.

Kneeling at
Captain Merrick's feet,

beseeching him.

Poor woman.

He said they were
exploiting her.

Using her as part of a scheme

to make him look like
a marked man.

He hadn't seen her
since he'd left Mayapore.

Oh, did he remember
my friend Edwina Crane?

Oh, I'm sorry, I never
thought to ask.

Oh, I don't suppose he did.

Although as DSP in Mayapore,

he must have known
all about her being attacked.

But he had his hands full

with that other awful
business, didn't he?

Wasn't he supposed to be
in love with her --

Miss Manners, I mean?

He said he'd been
attracted to her.

He made it sound
like a confession,

as if he was determined to be
honest about the whole thing.

But all the time,
I felt he wasn't.

I don't know why I felt that.

But everything he said
sounded rehearsed.

And while he was saying it,

I felt him watching
for the effect,

knowing what it would be.

You didn't like him.

No.

I don't think I liked
him at all.

What did you say?

Did I say anything?

I'm sorry, I thought you did.

You seem to be
haunted by it --

that's what I was thinking --

by that whole awful business.

Someone should
be haunted by it.

Yes, I suppose we should.

Oh, don't go just yet.

There's something I want
you to take to Susan.

I won't be a moment.

All right.

Lady Manners?

Are you all right?

Yes.

He spoke the truth.

I'm glad you felt that.

Sitting close to him,

it was painfully apparent
that he did.

You never mentioned to him

that you remembered him
at school

at Chillingborough.

It seemed...

unnecessary.

Kumar will be released.

To what?

No matter.
I've had my amusement.

Amusement?

Isn't it all a charade?

We go back into our corners
and try to guess the word --

Hari Kumar, too,
and Mr. Merrick.

Nothing can happen
to Mr. Merrick, can it?

The uncorroborated evidence
of a prisoner.

That's part of the charade, too.

Here we are!

It's a combined wedding
and 21st birthday present.

Apostle spoons.

I'd be so grateful
if you'd take them to her.

Thank you, Barbie.

That's very kind.

I thought I ought to tell you
I may be leaving Pankot.

Oh, Sarah, why?
Where to?

Just to do something
more useful --

nursing, perhaps,

or what I'm doing now,

but where the war's
a bit closer.

Do you think that's selfish?

Why selfish?

Because of leaving
mother and Susan.

With daddy a prisoner of war,
it seems to be

my job to help
look after things.

Susan's a married woman now.

Yes, that's why
I thought I'd go.

Of course, I should
miss you dreadfully.

So would everyone.

But it would be
wrong to hold you back.

That would be selfishness.

Thank you for
Susan's present.

Please don't bother
to see me off.

Say goodbye to
Auntie Mabel for me.

Of course.

Oh, no.

- Hello, Barbie.
- Sarah's gone.

She asked me to say goodbye.

We're sorting out
some winter things.

Oh, no, Aziz.

Han! Bond Street!

I bought it in London
the last summer I was there,

so you can tell
how out-of-date it is.

But every winter,

Aziz tries to make me
bring it out

because of the tag.

Bond Street's pukka.

You could shorten
the skirt.

Han! Shorten skirt?

Very well, Aziz.

Put it on this pile.

Memsahib. Sarah bachcha.

That's a christening gown.

Was it Sarah's?

Ah, Sarah-mem.

Look -- butterfly.

Butterflies.

Oh, but it's beautiful.

My mother gave it to me
when I married --

for my children.

But, of course, I never
had any of my own,

so I saved it for my stepson
for when he had children.

Did Susan wear it, too?

No.

Mildred had something
new for her.

There's a full length of it
still unmade-up,

enough for a shawl.

Aziz, show Barbie-mem
the piece.

It's exquisite!

Look!

They're caught up in the web!

Poor prisoners.

Would you like that piece?

For me?

It's too beautiful.

So delicate, alive.

Aziz will keep it safe.

Mabel!

Come in.

Good morning, Barbie.

I've had one, too.

"Mrs. John Layton,
Miss Sarah Layton,

and Mrs. Edward Bingham

request the pleasure
of your company

at the Officers' Mess
of the Pankot Rifles.

RSVP."

It's Susan's 21st.

I had a note from Susan, too,

thanking me for
the apostle spoons.

She says the wedding presents
will be displayed.

I expect you'd like to go.

Well, only if you go, too.

Well, I shall have to.

But I want to come away
before they start eating.

I can't bear eating standing up.

But Mildred knows that,
she won't mind.

Eating in crowds
gives me indigestion, too.

We can just slip away.

But what shall I wear?

I did see some heliotrope stuff
in the bazaar.

If only we could get down into
Ranpur for some shopping.

We have two weeks.

I shall never go
to Ranpur again.

At least,
not until I'm buried.

Buried?

In St. Luke's churchyard there,

where my husband is.

St. Luke's?

"Whom God has joined."

I hadn't thought.

You could wear
a heliotrope, Barbie.

It's such a happy color.

Yes.

Yes, I think
I could carry it.

Susan says all
the young officers

will want to meet you.

You must be the grandmother
of the regiment, I suppose.

It's years since
I've visited the mess.

We shall go.

Is it Ghulam?

Ghulam Mahommed?

Yes, memsahib.

I think we're late.

Thank you, Ghulam.

It's very crowded.

You both made it.

Hello, Auntie.

Oh, it's so nice of you to come.

And thank you for
the marvellous present.

- Hello, Barbie.
- Hello, Susan.

Mabel, you know
Kevin Coley, don't you?

Yes.

I'm the oldest captain
in the regiment now.

Deputizing for Susan's father.

I think I met you once
with John.

Yes.

He seems to be keeping
his spirits up

in prison camp...

from what I hear, that is.

Well, of course, he can't write
many letters, but Sarah

brings me all the news.

Where is Sarah?

It's awful daddy
can't be here, all the same.

Aunty, come and meet
General and Mrs. Rankin.

Kevin will introduce you.

Yes, of course.

Barbara.

Hello, Clarissa!

Hello, Arthur!

How nice to see you here.

How are you?

Is Sarah here?

She wasn't at the door,
unless I missed her.

How awful if I did.

She was here a minute ago.

Somewhere...

I'll see if I can find her.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

His poor feet
in this dreadful crush.

Oh, there she is now.

Hello, Barbie.

Ooh, what a nice suit.

Is Mabel all right,
do you think?

I feel I ought to be with her,
but there were so many.

They've got her a chair --
over there.

Several young men are
looking after her

and she's absolutely fine.

We're slipping away, you know,
before the buffet.

Yes, I know.

Have you changed your mind?

I mean,
about the presents.

Susan did say they
would be on display,

but perhaps it proved
too difficult.

No, they're
on the table, there.

Shall we go and look?

Oh, yes, I must.

Then I'll see you later,
Barbie.

- This is Captain Webb.
- Mrs. Layton.

Barbara?

Yeah.

Here they are.

I say!

A splendid display.

Yes!

Yes, it is.

Wavell's the first viceroy
we've had

who knows anything
about the country.

Oh, Mrs. Paynton!

But then, of course,
he's a soldier.

It's what you'd expect.

They were in a box.

What did you say?

I mean, I agree.

A splendid display --
absolutely splendid.

So many things.

You know, I've never been
in a mess before --

I mean, a mess with
a capital "M."

Isn't that odd?

Or don't you think so?

I suppose this room
is the anteroom.

Is that the right nomenclature?

Ooh, look.

There's the canteen
of silver.

I'm sure I saw
another toaster.

Are you looking
for something special?

No.

They're not here.

Oh, excuse me!

Barbara, do be careful.

I think we'd better stand back.

Yes.

One can't expect.

Such a crush.

I've forgotten how to
cope with crowds.

I can't hear myself think,

but then one never can.

Or can you?

Are you all right?

I sometimes wonder...

how many of those children
did I bring to God?

There were 12,
you see, apostles.

I was alone.

Excuse me.

Have you seen
Mrs. Layton?

Mrs. Layton senior,

the lady in the gray hat
and scarf.

She was sitting in this chair.

Oh, no.
She went, I think.

But she can't have.

Thank you.

Mabel?

Mabel.

Oh, Barbie.

Is it time for us to go?

- I lost you.
- Mm-hmm.

We can go out the back way,
through the corridor.

- If you're ready?
- Oh, I'm ready.

Susan's going to have a baby.

Mildred told me.

So Sarah's decided
not to go away.

The regimental silver.

Exactly as it was when I first
saw it 40 years ago...

whilst how many starved?

Nothing has changed.

Now, I'm not even angry.

Someone should be.

Gaje Ghale.

He lives again in memory

that moment when,
wounded in his arm,

in his chest, and in his leg,
he went on fighting.

Covered in blood from his
neglected wounds,

he led his men

into a hand-to-hand fight
with the enemy.

For superb courage,

the Victoria Cross.

Chhelu Ram.

What he did saved
countless lives, and he died.

This is his widow
and his child.

For her, it's all strange
and bewildering.

Chhelu Ram was her husband.

Now, the Viceroy comes
to tell her

that Chhelu Ram was a hero.

Now widow and child are
brought forward

to meet the viceroy.

Other wives are watching --

the commander-in-chief's wife,

the wife of the Viceroy
himself.

Now he's giving her
Chhelu Ram's medal,

the Victoria Cross,

and she hears the world told

how Company Havildar
Major Chhelu Ram

rallied his men under fire,

with no thought
for his own danger,

despite his serious wounds,

how his men, inspired
by his example,

fought off the enemy
with bayonets,

sticks, and rocks picked up
from the western desert,

how he was wounded again

and died still leading
his men.

And the Allied
assault on Cassino continues

with heavy fighting
in all areas.

Meanwhile, in Delhi,

it has been strongly denied
that the Japanese forces...

Come in.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Ah, yes.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

Yes, sir, it is.

I didn't mean the war.

I'm afraid this is personal.

Would you like to sit?

We've had a signal
through Calcutta.

I thought it best to tell
you first.

I'm sorry.

I see.

What a terrible,
terrible thing.

I'll ring my wife.

We'll all do what we can.

Thank you.

I'd better go now.

Well, won't you wait
a minute before you go?

You've had a shock.

No, it's better like this.

I mean, better than
just a telegram arriving.

Yes, of course.

Sarah...

I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

Hello!

Susan mustn't see me yet.

I must speak to mother.

What's wrong?

Teddie's been killed.

Nicky,
how could you possibly

bid three low trumps
on that hand?

Sarah's here.

Is she?

Whatever for?

She wants to
speak to you.

Sarah?

It's not about daddy.

I'm sorry.

Teddie.

Would someone get my drink?

Where's Susan?

Asleep on the veranda.

I'll go out
and try to tell her.

Perhaps someone should ring
Dr. Travis

in case she takes it badly.

Do you want me to?

No, Barbie, I can manage.

Is it lunchtime already?

No, I've come back early.

Have you come on badly
or something?

No, it's not that.

Shall we help Auntie Mabel
with the flowers?

You'll get as big
as a house

if you lie around all day.

I'm as big as a house already.

Have they given you
the day off?

- Sort of.
- Why?

Something's happened.

And I have to tell you about it,

and I don't know how to.

So I think I'd better
just say it straight.

It's about Teddie.

The signal came this morning.

It says Teddie's been killed,

so that's what we have
to start believing.

If there was any doubt
about it, I wouldn't,

but it does,

and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No!

No!

No!

No!

Sue, there's someone
to see you.

I'm only dropping
in today.

I thought you might like
to see me.

Who was that?

The padre and his wife.

They said they'd
only look in.

I told them Dr. Travis
wanted her kept quiet.

I never cared much
for Teddie, you know.

So I can't pretend
to be bowled over.

And I don't think
Susan really loved him.

She was very secretive
about the honeymoon,

at least she was with me.

Did she say anything to you?

No.

I don't think
Teddie was...

very experienced.

Not that that's important.

Although it is if there's
a lack of consideration, too,

and that's how he struck me.

I rather hoped that Muzzy Guide
friend of his

would cut him out,

but he never even tried.

What are we going to eat?

Sue said she doesn't
want anything.

Uh, there's some
cold chicken and salad.

But you must tell Mahmood
to get up a tray for her.

She can't not eat.

Oh, Christ.

Come in.

We didn't stop.

It was my husband
she wanted to see.

Would you like a drink?

Oh, not for me, thanks.

Darling?

Well, I...

I wouldn't refuse
a gimlet.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry.

It's very sad.

She's asked for
a memorial service,

which seems suitable.

I shall be happy

to arrange it for her.

Not "happy," darling.

No. No, of course not --
happy to be of use.

I thought on Saturday week,
if you agree, Mrs. Layton.

Then I can announce it
next Sunday

at matins and evensong.

If it's what Susan wants.

Thank you.

Oh, yes, yes.

It seems she does.