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I've finished with this man.

Take him away.

Attention!

Prisoner escort,
right turn.

Quick march.

Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right.

The havildar arrived here
in Bombay three days ago

with other
ex-prisoners of war.

He's named in
several of their depositions

for collaborating in prison camp
with the enemy

as a member of the Frei Hind,
of the German INA.

Thank you for sitting in

on the interrogation,
Captain Purvis,

and for the loan
of your sergeant.

God!

The officer has amoebic
dysentery, I believe.

Were you able to follow
the interrogation, Sergeant?

Yes, sir.

It was necessary to have
a witness with fluent Urdu.

No officer with this
qualification was available,

but Major Beamish
in Field Security

spoke very highly of you.

Are you stationed in Bombay?

At Kalyan, sir.

I came in to report
to Captain Purvis

for special duty.

Captain Purvis is not
your officer.

No, sir, I only met him today.

My officer's away.

Then it's fortunate
you were available.

I gather from Major Beamish
that you have a degree

in history with a special
interest in this country.

Did you study any
Urdu at university?

Not systematically, sir.

I learned some
in vacations and practiced

with a fellow
student during term.

An Indian fellow student?

Yes, sir.

It's not much use, of course.

Bazaar Hindi is usually
sufficient.

In my old job,
at least.

What job was that, sir?

The Indian police.

I suppose you were at public
school before university.

Yes, sir.

At which public school?

Chillingborough,
sir.

This would've been
before the war.

Perhaps you remember
an Indian boy there

who called himself
"Harry Coomer."

Harry Coomer, yes, sir.

Actually, Hari Kumar, of course.

Did you know him closely?

Enough to have learned
his attitudes and interests?

Actually, sir,
I don't remember him

being interested in anything
very much, except cricket.

Cricket?

I'm afraid his interest
in India extended beyond that.

His expensive education
turned out to be pretty much

of a waste, as often
happens in such cases.

He was arrested

with five of his
friends in 1942

on a serious criminal charge.

They wriggled out of it,
but fortunately

there was sufficient evidence
to imprison them

on political grounds.

Was it you who
arrested him, sir?

Yes, it was.

Indeed it was.

And what did you make
of Havildar Karim Muzzafir Khan,

Sergeant Perron?

He seemed fairly
harmless to me, sir.

Like Hari Kumar.

Well, sir, I don't
remember Coomer very well.

Ah, feeling better?

Not noticeably.

I could give you something
which would deal with that.

I've probably already had it.

In every sense,
that is.

I see.

Thank you,
Sergeant Perron.

Sir.

And thank you,
Captain Purvis.

Thank God for that.

What did Major Beamish tell
you about this job tonight?

Only to report to you,
sir, and to bring

a change of clothes
so that I shouldn't be

recognized as Field Security.

I've got those in here, sir.

Civvies?

No, sir, my Army
Education Corps gear.

That'll do.

Who is Major Merrick, sir?

I noticed he has the DSO.

Has he?

Frosty sort of
bugger, wasn't he?

Oh, my God.

Sir?

Shoes, have you got
shoes, Sergeant?

In my kit bag, sir,
with the uniform.

Thank God for that.

What's this party, sir?

The party we're going
to this evening?

Actually, I don't think
I'm going to make it.

You'll have to go alone.

It's all to do with security

and this Zipper Operation,
so-called.

Sir?

Security.

Doesn't it make you weep?

A bloody armada
assembled out there

for anyone to see,
whenever you can see

through the monsoon mists.

Everything ready to go,
obviously to Malaya,

obviously for
a seaborne invasion,

and some silly bastard's
worried about security.

Does that strike you
as amusing, sergeant?

Yes, sir.

Actually, I tend
to see the war

as a rather amateur
production, sir.

What do you mean?

Under-rehearsed
and over-long, sir.

Sorry, sir.

How did you come
into Bombay?

You got transport?

No, sir, not today.

That's mine over there,
you hop in the back.

I'm billeted in a block
of flats near the Oval.

Sir.

Sir!

For God's sake, look
where you're bloody going!

I do apologize.

Why?

Well, the officer
couldn't have seen you.

I'm afraid he isn't
very well.

Wasn't me he bumped into,
it was Nazimuddin.

Thank you for
apologizing for him.

She's gone down with Nazimuddin to hold the taxi for us.

Is John ready, Arthur?

He's coming.

No need to flap.

Oh, can we help you,
Sergeant?

I was looking for the officer
who just came up,

Captain Purvis.

Captain Purvis, Arthur.

Hmm?

Oh, next floor up
in the Hapgoods' flat.

It's next floor up.

Thank you.

What is he doing?

Why does he take so long?

A bit slow, I think.

Sahib.

Help yourself to a drink, you'll
find everything on the tray.

Thank you, sir.

Can you guess how long
I've been ill, Sergeant?

No, sir.

Ever since I got
off the boat.

Three months, two weeks
and four days.

Bad luck, sir.

How long have you been
in this bloody country?

Since '43, sir.

And before that?

Cambridge, sir.

Read history.

How the hell did you avoid
getting a commission?

By always saying no, sir.

I'm sorry, but that
is very ironic.

This party is in the
house of an Indian lady

off the Marine Drive.

There'll be no difficulty
about you going in my place.

It's the kind of flat where
officers and men fraternize.

Not to mention white,
black and in between.

Sexually, I'd say
some of the company

is on the ambivalent side.

Will that worry you?

I don't think so, sir.

There'll be some girls
there as well,

if you can sort them out.

Apart from
unambivalent girls, sir,

what else should I
look out for?

As far as I'm
concerned, sergeant,

this whole thing is an
utter waste of time.

You're not going to
arrest anyone, are you?

At least not for spying.

This all happened because
I made a casual remark

to some damn fool officer about
a weird party I'd been at

where I'd heard
a lot of careless talk

about the Zipper
invasion landing

somewhere near Port Swettenham.

Next thing I know, I'm hauled
in by your Major Beamish

and told I'll have to go back
with a Field Security chap

in disguise.

I thought he was joking.

Are we landing near
Port Swettenham, sir?

How the hell do I know?

I'm an economist.

Does it bore you
to call people "sir"?

No, sir.

What is your actual job,
sir, if I may ask?

You may well ask.

I ask myself.

All I can tell you is
I'm waiting for a call

from Delhi
that never comes.

India.

My God.

Why don't we
give it back, eh?

Or sell it off
to the highest bidder.

Now we've got a Labour
government at last,

perhaps we shall.

Wouldn't that be
rather unfair, sir?

Selling out, I mean.

Historically, we have some
moral obligation, surely.

Moral obligation?

For heaven's sake, Sergeant.

You've been in India,
what, two years?

It's taken me no more than

three months to write it off
as a wasted asset,

ruined by expendable buggers

from the upper and middle
classes who come out here

to chuck their weight about.

Have you ever felt the only way
to survive a war

was to treat it
as totally unreal?

The thought has struck me, sir.

Ever succeeded?

From time to time.

I envy you.

I don't seem to have
the capacity.

Six years of criminal waste.

History, you said?

Seriously, or just a way
of spending your gilded youth?

I intend to continue.

Well, it's different for you.

You can make history
into a study of human folly.

Sometimes I feel I shall never
be able to forgive the waste.

I had a breakdown, you know.

Two years ago.

I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

What do the doctors say
about your illness?

I haven't seen any.

Do you think
that's wise?

Yes, I do.

I can't afford to be ill,
Sergeant.

Not for a day, not for an hour.

I'm waiting for that message
and about a 50-50 chance

of salvaging something
from the utter waste and ruin

of my career.

I'm waiting for Delhi.

Are those your paintings, sir?

Behind you?

Nothing's mine.

I'm only billeted.

Everything belongs to the bloody
English bank official

who owns this flat.

They're 18th century
in the Basohli style.

I wonder if he knows
how valuable they are.

I shouldn't think so.

His lady wife would've
locked them up.

Personally, I wouldn't
know a work of art

from a bee's arse.

Why should one bit of colored
canvas be worth thousands

and another sod all?

Would you mind freshening this?

Not at all, sir.

With rum, and fix
another for yourself.

I think I'd better keep a clear
head, sir, for the party.

I'll write you a note.

And you can take a bottle
of some very special whisky

I brought with me from England
and present it to our hostess.

Not that I think you'll have
any trouble getting in.

She's a Maharanee,
incidentally.

Really, sir?

And lives in a place
called Sea Breezes,

would you believe?

So pop on this disguise of yours
and have a look-see.

Sir.

Hello.

Hello.

I've got a note and a package.

For me?

Oh, it's for Auntie.

What a jolly shame.

But please, do come in.

Thank you.

Auntie has been resting,
but she's finished now.

She says it is good
for me to welcome guests.

Once I was very shy,
but I am not anymore.

Oh, what is your name?

Then I can tell
Auntie who it is.

Perron, Sergeant Perron.

Come here.

Come closer,
I can't see who you are.

Your Highness,
we haven't met.

I've brought you this
and a note from Captain Purvis.

Captain Purvis?

He must be one
of Jimmy's friends.

When Jimmy's in Bombay,
he brings so many people.

He sent a bottle of
rather special whisky.

Whisky?

Leonard Purvis?

Who is this Leonard Purvis?

What is your first name?

Guy.

There's also Percival,
but I'm not at all keen on it.

Names are a terrible problem.

It's best to make them up.

Will you stay to my party?

Thank you.

It may be boring.

It's difficult to tell.

It depends on who comes.

Anyway, tonight, Aneila tells me
it has begun well.

What do you do?

Very little, I'm afraid.

What a relief.

People are always dashing about.

Where are you staying?

At a place called Kalyan.

Ah, then you're on Zipper.

Nearly all the people
who come here nowadays

are on Operation Zipper.

Aneila will take you in
and get you a drink.

You must ask her to dance.

Thank you, Your Highness.

And you must call me Aimee.

Pandy and I are divorced,
but I keep the title.

Servants and shopkeepers
like it.

Aneila, do stop hovering!

And take this young man in.

Yes, Auntie.

Please, will you come?

And tell one of the boys
to bring me a glass.

Yes, Auntie.

What will you
have to drink?

Auntie says all
sergeants like beer,

but there was one
the other night

who asked for White Lady.

Were you able to oblige him?

Oh, yes.

It takes ages.

You have to put the glass
in the refrigerator.

Good evening.

We meet again.

Do you know each other?

I'm awfully glad--
I'm so bad at names.

Perron.

Sarah Layton.

Miss Layton, do you want
to powder your nose?

Thank you.

Please, join the guests,
Mr. Perrer.

Auntie says men can always
introduce themselves.

And I will show Miss...

Layton.

...Miss Layton where
to powder her nose.

Thank you.

Please.

Come in, young man, come in.

I'm afraid I'm
an interloper.

There are no interlopers
at Aimee's parties.

They are the rule.

Allow me
to introduce myself.

Dmitri Bronowsky.

Sergeant Perron.

This is my secretary,
Mr. Ahmed Kasim.

Younger son
of Mr. Mohammed Ali Kasim,

a celebrated politician
of whom you may have heard.

How do you do?

And Mr. Ronald Merrick.

Excuse me, sir.

Of the Indian police,
but at the moment employed

as a major
in the Punjab Regiment.

Good evening, Sergeant.

Sir.

Now, what does this mean?

AEC?

Army Education Corps.

Ah.

And how does one
educate an army?

One tries to find ways of
stopping it from being bored.

You have qualifications?

A degree?

Yes, sir.

You should stay
in India after the war.

We're short of teachers.

In our own college
in Mirat, for instance.

Are you its principal,
sir?

I?

No.

Count Bronowsky
is the Chief Minister

to the ruler,
the Nawab of Mirat.

Oh.

The Hindu college was
one of my first innovations.

Before that, there was
only the Muslim academy,

which taught boys
to recite the Quran

and turned out tax collectors.

If Ahmed here
will forgive me.

Not that he had such a
traditional Islamic training,

did you?

What?

Incorrigible.

He seldom listens
to conversations.

He comes to parties
only to drink as much whisky

as he can and to make up
to the prettiest girls.

And here are two.

Aneila, my dear.

Was I in error in supposing
your aunt said 7:00?

Where is Aimee?

Oh, no, Auntie's parties
begin when people arrive.

But I'll tell her to hurry.

Raju?

Please, please take
what you want.

Thank you.

Do you know Mr. Perron
of the Army Education Corps?

Yes, we introduced
ourselves in the hall.

Am I right in supposing
that our hostess

is somewhat unorthodox?

Unorthodox, yes.

Your father must be the
Congress statesman, MAK.

Yes, he is.

Are you in Bombay
for long?

A few days.

It must be very
interesting working

for a Nawab's Chief Minister.

Is Count Bronowsky what we
used to call a White Russian,

an emigré?

Yes.

A soldier?

I wondered about
his loss of an eye.

He says his carriage was blown up by a revolutionary

on his way to
the Winter Palace.

Has he been in Mirat long?

About 25 years.

Before he came, the
state was quite feudal.

He's been a good
influence on the Nawab.

Does Miss Layton have any connection

with Mirat?

She and the Count
seem to be old friends.

She visited once.

Her sister got
married there.

She lives in Bombay?

No, Pankot.

Pankot?

Why, do you know it?

Only its regiment,
the First Pankot.

I saw a man today.

Her father was CO
of the First Battalion.

She's in Bombay
to meet him.

He's been a prisoner
of war in Germany.

So Colonel Layton's
back in India now?

Yes, I think...

Ahmed, darling, what are
you doing in Bombay?

Oh, darling, is it true
what they told me

about your poor
brother, Sayed?

Hey, Sarge.

What do you reckon,
then, eh?

Reckon?

You know, I mean,
it doesn't look like a...

What do they rush you
for the booze?

They don't, it's usually
free at parties.

Are you on your own?

No, no, I'm with him.

Come here.

What do you mean,
parties?

Isn't this Aimee's?

That is the hostess's
first name.

The rotten bas...

They told us this was...

Aimee's, flat number two.

Six chips each.

I think you're the victim
of a practical joke.

Dead right.

Maybe we'd better blow
before we get chucked out.

I don't think you will be.

Thank you.

Hold on to these,
you'll be less conspicuous.

Cheers, Sarge.

Cheers.

Hey.

Take a dekko at
that lot over there.

Hey, Sarge, do you think
they'd mind if we said hello?

I think they'd be
delighted, but...

Right, come on, Jim.

Let's try our luck.

Thanks, Sarge.

Corporal?

A bit of advice
from my old sergeant major.

Beware the mysteries
of the Orient.

Don't worry about us, Sarge.

We know the game.

Will we save you one, eh?

No, thank you.

A word with you.

Are you on duty?

Yes, sir.

I take it this
disguise is permitted?

In certain
circumstances, yes, sir.

Always a bit risky,
though, isn't it?

For instance,
Miss Layton has just told me

about her meeting with you
earlier this afternoon.

In your other uniform.

Not in anyone else's
hearing, I hope, sir.

No, but quite properly,
she thought I ought to know.

Are you expecting
Captain Purvis?

No, sir.

Will you go back
to his flat?

I shall have to,
sir, to change.

I was thinking of
making our excuses

and taking Miss Layton home.

Can you tell me
if the reasons

for your presence here
are likely to become

apparent through some
kind of unpleasantness?

I'm not sure
I understand you, sir.

It's all fairly routine
from my point of view.

Routine?

I sympathize with you,
Sergeant, if this is routine.

I don't mean the party, sir.

I mean my reasons
for being at it.

You see nothing odd
about the party?

It's a bit noisy, sir.

Of course, it does have
an unusual aspect--

other ranks mixing
with officers--

but of course, I knew that,
sir, before I came.

I begin to wonder
about your powers

of observation, Sergeant.

Have you an identity card
with you?

Yes, sir.

Would you show it to me
if I asked to see it?

No, sir.

If I ordered you to?

No, sir.

Let me put it to you, Sergeant.

I have seen you in one place,
apparently bona fide,

but here I find you
in another role

and in the most unsavory
surroundings.

I have suspicions
about your true identity.

I ask you to show me
your card, you refuse.

I call another officer
to ring for the Military Police.

What then?

Presumably I should be
arrested, sir.

And then?

And then, sir, we should see.

Major Beamish was right.

About what, sir?

About your being
a tough nut to crack.

I only wanted to find out
how easy it would be

to force you to act
against your better judgment.

May I ask why, sir?

Not here.

I would like to caution you
to observe discretion

on two other matters.

I would ask you to say
nothing to Miss Layton

about Havildar Karim
Muzzafir Khan.

In fact, nothing at all
about the circumstances

in which we met earlier today.

The other taboo subject,
at least in front

of Miss Layton,
is Hari Kumar.

Will you remember that?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Perrer, Mr. Perrer!

Mr. Perrer?

Where is the Sergeant?

Over there.

Oh, here you are!

Thank goodness you're
still here.

Auntie's asking for you.

Please come quickly, she's
in such a terrible temper

and won't come out.

So embarrassing
with all these people here.

I expect we shall be here
for a while.

Please, Sergeant,
come to Auntie.

Quickly, do.

Shut the door!

I cannot stand it!

Please, Auntie, don't shout.

People will hear.

How can they hear?

They are making so much noise,
I cannot hear myself speak.

Taste it.

Taste it!

What is this Purvis creature
trying to do, poison me?

You see?

It's disgusting.

Taste it.

The taste is even more
disgusting than the smell.

Aneila, why are you standing
there doing nothing?

Get Mr. Perron a glass!

Actually, Your Highness,

it's a very fine
and rare old malt whisky.

An acquired taste, admittedly.

It's disgusting.

What is keeping you, Aneila?

I said, bring
Mr. Perron a glass!

I'm bringing it, Auntie.

Here, here I am.

Pour him one.

Well, is it
not disgusting?

Not to my way of thinking,
Your Highness.

It might seem a little smoky,
but that's part of its charm,

to people who like it.

They must be depraved, then.

They are all barbarians
who come to my parties.

Surely, Your Highness...

Who else is here?

Aneila tells me nothing.

Well, I think several
who are not barbarians.

There's a charming
English girl...

How can she be charming?

I detest English girls.

They're always so
stupid and rude.

They come out here because
in England, they are nobody

and wouldn't be
looked at twice.

Aneila, the party
is canceled.

Tell the servants
to lock up the drinks.

Tell them to go to bed.

I'm ill!

Poisoned by this
Purvis creature!

Auntie, what can I say
to everybody?

And take that bottle
and drink it yourself,

if you like such stuff.

Very well, Your Highness.

I'm sorry if anything...

Only take it!

I cannot stand the smell.

We leave Bombay tomorrow.

It is full of spongers
and hangers-on.

Oh, Auntie!

Why have we come away?

I'm afraid the Maharanee
didn't like the whisky

I gave her from
Captain Purvis.

Oh?

What was wrong with it?

Nothing, in my opinion.

It was Old Sporran.

The genuine thing?

How extraordinary.

My father was talking about
it only the other day.

Poor Aimee.

She has never been able
to make up her mind

what she really
wants from life.

My most abject apologies
for the failure

of the evening.

May I offer you
and Miss Layton

some entertainment for
what is left of it?

That's very civil
of you, Count,

but Miss Layton
has a tiring journey

ahead of her tomorrow.

I understand.

What about you,
Mr. Perron?

Well, thank you, sir, but...

What the sergeant
means, Count,

is that he must
get back to camp.

He has no late pass.

I have agreed
to drop him off there.

I hope you understood.

I made that offer
whilst we were at the party.

More or less, sir.

A lift back to camp seems
the least we could do.

You saved Miss Layton
the embarrassment

of finding the drinks
locked up

and the servants gone.

I find it inexplicable.

It is India.

I hope, Mr. Merrick,
you are not plagued still

by such incidents as occurred
when you were in Mirat.

The stone,
the wailing widow.

Has all that sort
of thing died down?

Yes, thank you.

Too bad.

For our part, we've had
no further visits

from the venerable
Pandit Baba.

It was the boy's
aunt, I think,

whom he brought with him
to the station

on that occasion.

You never met the girl's aunt,
Lady Manners, did you?

Lady Manners, did you?

No.

Does your driver
remember which block?

We're almost there.

If you are ever
in Mirat,

a note to the
Izzat Bagh Palace

will always find me, even
if we're up at Nanoora.

Good night, Mr. Perron.

Good night, sir.

Thank you.

Good night, Kasim.

Good night, Mr. Kasim.

Good night.

I often think of Mirat and
our ride together that morning.

Do you still go out regularly?

Not as often as I should.

Good-bye, Miss Layton.

Good-bye.

Come down to the Graces' flat
when you're ready.

It's on the first floor.

Yes, sir.

Count Bronowsky, I would have
liked you to meet my father,

but Aunt Fenny and Uncle Arthur
have persuaded him to go out

and I'm afraid
they won't be back yet.

I understand.

And you have the
journey tomorrow.

Please give my kindest
regards to your mother

and of course to
your sister, too.

And I hope your father
will be fit again very soon.

Au revoir,Miss Layton.

Good-bye.

Thank you, Count,
for a most interesting evening.

Good night, Major Merrick.

Sir, what to do, what to do?

What?

Come, sahib, come!

What happened?

Sahib Purvis, drunk,
sleeping.

Hold that.

Captain Purvis?

Captain Purvis,
it's Sergeant Perron.

Captain Purvis?

Bathroom, sahib.

Captain Purvis,
are you all right, sir?

I'll have to break it in.

No, sahib, no!

I'll write a chit for the door.

Christ!

Help me! Grab his feet!

Wait!

In the bedroom.

Sahib dead?

I don't know.

Come on, in the bedroom.

Okay, put him down.

Get a towel, quick.

Right, now you go downstairs
to the first floor.

Ring Colonel Grayside's bell.

Ask for Major Merrick,
anyone, understand?

Yes, sahib.

Wait!

Say, "Doctor, ambulance,
Purvis sahib."

Quick.

Go on!

Come on, sir.

That's done.

He's on his way to hospital
in a blood wagon.

Simpson says he'll
be all right and...

you did a splendid job.

I don't think you need worry
further about Captain Purvis.

When he's recovered, they'll
hand him over to the, uh...

psychiatric people.

Hmm.

Kangra painting, isn't it?

I wish I'd kept quiet about it.

Perhaps he'd have
left them alone.

I think this was the cause.

"Area Command, Delhi,
mission canceled.

"Await further orders.

Southeast Asia Command."

Doesn't seem much.

I think he'd just had enough.

How many of those have
you had now?

This is my third.

Hmm.

You'll suffer
from delayed shock.

I think you should get
your proper clothes

and come downstairs
and clean up.

Miss Layton's invited us
for a meal.

Has she, sir?

Then I'll come.

You will remember which subjects
are taboo downstairs, won't you?

The havildar.

And Harry Coomer.

Good.

Perhaps you'd tell me
what Coomer did, sir.

He and his friends
raped an English girl.

I was amazed that Count
Bronowsky thought fit

to mention it
in front of a woman.

I find it difficult to imagine
Coomer raping anybody, sir.

But you didn't really
know him.

Are you one of those
people who thinks

that if you teach an Indian
the rules of cricket,

he'll become
an English gentleman?

Hardly, sir.

I know quite a few Englishmen
who play cricket brilliantly

and are absolute...

Do you?

I think it might
be a nice gesture

to take the whisky and give it
to Miss Layton...

seeing as her father
is so fond of it.

Good idea, sir.

And then I'll take you
back to camp.

By the way, I'm arranging
to have you attached

to my department.

You'll get the signal
at Kalyan tomorrow.

That's very kind of you, sir,
but I don't think

my department
will allow that.

I think you'll find
they're overruled.

We mustn't keep
Miss Layton waiting, must we?

Shall we go down?

I'll just get my bag, sir.

The subject of the havildar
is taboo

because it would
upset Colonel Layton.

The havildar's
in his regiment, sir?

Correct.

Neither he nor Miss Layton know
that I've questioned the man.

Colonel Layton believes,
of course,

that he could straighten things
out with him in a few minutes.

But I'm against that.

Isolation breaks
the prisoner's will,

increases the readiness
to talk.

Shall I relieve you of that?

Sarah.

I've got Sergeant Perron here.

Hello. Are you all right?

I think he's still
a bit groggy.

If you are,
I don't wonder.

I'll show you where
you can freshen up.

Thanks.

Father's come home
early, Ronald.

He was feeling rather tired.

Would you like to go
and sit with him?

Of course.

It's in here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Do bathe or shower
if you want to.

There's a large green towel
on the rail

that hasn't been used.

If you want to borrow anything,
I'm sure Father wouldn't mind.

Oh, it's very kind
of you, Miss Layton,

but I've got a change
of clothes in here.

My correct uniform, the one
you saw me in this afternoon.

Yes, of course.

I'll leave you to it, then.

How hungry are you?

Not really at all.

Well, you should eat.

Aunt Fenny thought
we'd all be out,

so I'm afraid there's only
some cold chicken and salad.

And what Aunt Fenny
calls "a shape."

I'm rather partial to shape.

Good.

Nazimuddin can
bring you a drink.

Or perhaps you'd prefer
some of your whisky?

I rather think I've had enough.

Major Merrick suggested
we should make a present

of it to your father.

Will he be insulted
by the leftovers?

Not of that whisky.

How very kind of you.

Just come along
when you're ready.

Okay.

What is it, Ronald?

You've been so long, I thought
our sergeant friend

was suffering some reaction.

Actually, sir, we've been
discussing the attractions

of blancmange.

Oh, you're having
shape again, then?

Well, if it's one of the
sergeant's favorite afters...

We'll let him get changed.

Thank you, Ronald.

Bugger you, too, Merrick.

Sahib.

Feeling better?

Yes, thank you.

Father, this
is Sergeant Perron.

My father, Colonel Layton.

Good evening, sir.

Hello.

Take a seat, Sergeant.

Hear you've been
in the wars a bit tonight.

Well, the evening has been
rather hectic, yes, sir.

Mine, too.

Thought I'd give
the rest of it a miss.

Perron...

There was a Perron
at the school I was at.

Younger than me,
before the First World War,

at Chillingborough.

That would have been
my father, sir.

Was it indeed?

So you're Perron's son, then.

I don't suppose
I've thought of him

since I left.

Is he still going strong?

He was killed in 1918, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And your mother?

She died in 1919
of Spanish flu.

You poor fellow.

Still, you'll be too young

to remember anything about that,
I imagine.

Yes, sir.

No, thank you, sir.

Actually, I had
a very pleasant childhood.

I was brought up
by a rather eccentric aunt.

Eccentric enough to send
you to Chillingborough?

Yes, sir.

Fine athlete.

Perron.

I think your
father's tired, Sarah.

Ronald thinks you're tired, Father.

Are you?

Not in the least.

I tell you
what I'd like, though.

A peg of that whisky
of Ronald's.

Why don't we all do that?

It wasn't
Ronald's whisky, Father.

It was Sergeant Perron's.

And before that,
a Maharanee's.

Nazimuddin, whisky lai.

Is that so?

Why, I'm very grateful
whosever it was.

Extraordinary thing.

The name of that
particular brand came up

in the last conversation
I had in camp.

I was saying goodbye
to this Uberleutnant

and he said he'd think
of me in future

sitting in a comfortable room,

sipping Old Sporran
and reading Pride and Prejudice.

Apparently, I'd told him
a few months before,

that's what I dreamed
of doing when I got home.

He'd remembered it
so accurately.

I must say,
I found that rather touching.

Something one says
quite casually,

capturing another
chap's imagination,

staying in his mind.

Nice fellow.

Very correct, very formal.

But fair.

Yes, very fair.

Will you join us
for supper, Father?

What?

Supper?

Oh, no, no.

Had my supper.

In any case, I've still got
the unexpired portion

of the day's ration
if I get peckish.

Supper in ten minutes,
Nazimuddin.

For three.

Extraordinary.

I haven't held a bottle
of this for years.

I remember my father.

Saying...

Come on, Daddy,
you've had a long day.

Yes.

I think I'll turn in...
if you'll excuse me.

Glad we met.

Good night, sir.

Anyway, he wasn't
really sleepy.

Just tired of company.

He said he'd read for a while.

Jane Austen?

Probably.

I'm afraid he was talking
again about the havildar.

It's quite pointless.

A complete waste of time.

I know, but it's
for you to explain.

I thought I had.

I'm sorry, we're
talking of something

you know nothing about.

There's a havildar
in my father's regiment

who apparently joined
the Frei Hind in Germany.

Father wants to see him,

but Major Merrick
says it's impossible.

There's an order
prohibiting contact

between INA prisoners
and their officers.

It's not as though your father's
opinion won't be asked for.

Someone will come up to Pankot
and take a statement

from him at the proper time.

Will the person coming up
be you, Ronald?

Possibly.

Would you like me
to speak to your father now?

There'll be
no opportunity tomorrow

before you catch the train.

And as Aunt Fenny isn't here,
she won't be hurt

if I refuse the shape.

I should be very grateful.

If you wouldn't mind.

Very well.

Nazimuddin can give my
helping to the sergeant.

It'll build him up.

Not that he looks
starved, exactly,

but then, sergeants seldom do.

We'll hold coffee for you.

Does it seem strange?

My father's concern.

Hill regiments
are very close-knit.

My father can look
at the nominal roll

and draw a family tree
of nearly every man in it.

Does that strike you
as silly?

No, admirable.

And sad.

Wouldn't you say sad?

Particularly if you'd seen
most of them die,

and the rest carted off
as prisoners.

Yes, very sad.

At Chillingborough,
do you remember someone?

A boy called Harry Coomer?

Harry Coomer?

Or Nigel Rowan?

Nigel Rowan.

Yes.

But only as one
of the minor figures

on Olympus would
have known Zeus.

Came out here in the army,
didn't he?

As he was always walking
away with Classics prizes,

I thought that
rather a curious choice.

Does he still have
what I recall as...

a very detached
and patrician manner?

I think it is only a manner.

Will you have some jam?

It makes it taste a little.

Yes, it does need something.

What... what does your uncle,
Colonel Grace, do exactly?

He runs a course
for young officers,

to attract them into
the Civil or the police

when the war is over.

Does he have much success?

More in Bombay than Calcutta.

He expects even more

now Labour's won the
election in England.

Yes.

I suppose some people
think the prospects

at home are pretty bleak now.

But aren't they even
worse over here?

Well, it depends.

If Uncle Arthur's right

and there's a prolonged
handing-over period,

he says the Indians
will be glad

to have experienced Englishmen
working with them.

I don't think he is right.

I don't think there will be
a long handing-over period.

Why?

Because that would be
the logical thing.

I think the whole situation's
become too emotional

for logic to come into it.

And how will you feel
about it when it happens?

I don't think I'll want
to stay on.

Why, especially?

I don't think it's a country
one can be happy in.

You'd be happy in England?

Probably not.

I am sorry you
don't remember Hari Kumar.

Nigel does.

I think that's settled it.

I hope he understands
the problem better now.

I think we'll skip coffee,
too, if you don't mind.

I've got rather a lot
of work to do

back at the hotel,
and before that, of course,

I've got to drop the
sergeant off at Kalyan.

If you're ready.

Yes, sir.

Perhaps Mr. Perron
would like some more shape?

No, but thank you
very much.

It wasn't very good, was it?

Incidentally, my father asked me
to make sure you know

how grateful he is
for the whisky.

And he's sorry he was so much
under the weather.

Well, I hope
he feels better soon.

I'll call for you tomorrow
and take you to the station.

Thank you, Ronald.

Until tomorrow, then.

Good-bye, Mr. Perron.

Good-bye.

Don't forget your pack.

No, I won't, thank you.

Thank you, sir, I'm grateful
for the lift.

Good night, sir.

One case you'll
find very interesting

when you join me is
that of the brother

of the young Indian
you met tonight.

Ahmed Kasim?

Mmm.

His brother Sayed
went over to the INA in Malaya.

Intriguing when you
remember that his father

is an ex-Chief Minister.

Right.

I'll see you in a couple of
days, then, at the most.

Oh, no, you won't.

You bloody well won't.