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Morning.

Sergeant Perron?

Sir.

What are you doing here?

Reporting for duty, sir,
to Colonel Merrick, sir.

Haven't you heard?

The war's over.

Japanese surrender.

Colonel Trehearne's declared
a holiday from all parades.

I'm afraid I got up
rather late, sir.

I've heard nothing yet.

Probably go back to bed, then.

Here's Colonel Merrick now.

Better ask him.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Sir.

There have been developments.

Yes, sir, I've just spoken
to the adjutant, sir.

In consequence of Japan's
formal surrender,

I've been recalled to Delhi.

I'm flying from Rampur
later today.

It's probable I shall be posted
direct to Singapore.

If so, I shall send
for you, of course.

And meanwhile, sir?

Meanwhile...

You're to remain
in Pankot.

Has Captain Rowan
contacted you at all?

No, sir.

We dined last night
at Colonel Layton's.

Captain Rowan
made the suggestion

that you might care to join him
at the Summer Residence,

in preference to your
temporary accommodation

at the hospital annex.

I assumed that would be
agreeable to you.

Correctly, I imagine?

Yes, sir, entirely.

Good.

He'll expect you at the guest
house this evening.

In the meantime,

INA interrogations here
have been suspended,

so you can devote
yourself entirely

to victory celebrations.

Yes, sir.

That seems to be all.

At ease.

Captain Rowan was
pumping me last night

about Mr. Kasim's INA son.

You've read the file
on Sayed Kasim, I suppose?

No, sir.

I thought you
would have done.

I told you it was one of
our more interesting cases.

Perhaps it's just as well
you didn't.

Otherwise,
your old school friend

might have cross-examined you
rather more successfully.

Of course, I have
been trained, as he was,

not to give away too much,

though in a different school.

By the way,

I'm leaving Suleiman
in your care.

For a day or two
at least.

Make any use of him you want.

Right, sir.

If I'm moving on from Delhi,

you can travel down
by train together.

Good-bye, Sergeant.

Sahib, sahib,
give me pass.

I go to Pankot for sahib.

Bring what he want.

You want girl, sahib?

I find good,
clean girl.

Muslim girl, Hindu girl,
nice school teacher.

What?

Sahib, what do
you want, sahib?

You want girl, you want boy?

Jig-jig, gobble-gobble!

I find it.

Very clean
and very cheap.

You like to see good show?

My friend, his sister, thik-hai?

Anything else?

Whatever sahib desires.

What the sahib desires
is that you should...

Sahib?

I'm sure you get
the general drift.

You... me so long.

Bye-bye.

Sahib?

♪ Do I worry 'cause
we're stepping out? ♪

♪ Do I worry 'cause
you got me in doubt? ♪

♪ Da-di-da-di-da-di-da

♪ Do I give a bag of beans?

♪ Do I stay home every night
and read my magazines? ♪

♪ Am I frantic because
we've lost the spark? ♪

♪ Is there panic when
it starts turning dark? ♪

♪ And when evening shadows
creep ♪

♪ Do I lose any sleep
over you? ♪

♪ Do I worry?

♪ You can bet
your darn life... ♪

I do.

Bearer! Idhar!

Sahib, I do nothing!

Sahib!

Shaitan
and son of shaitan!

Sweeper's turd!

Rejected seed

of a diseased pig-eater!

Or if you would prefer...

Go on!

Come on!

Come on, Sarge!

He's a bloody nuisance!

Ah, just the man
I wanted to see.

I think this covers
all my drinks.

I'm leaving.

So I gathered, dear,

but not, I presume,
with Miss Khyber Pass there.

Thank you, dearie.

Service with a smile.

I should say
you've earned yours.

And your bar chits
and the change.

Thank you, Sophie.

As I was saying,

we could've sworn Count Dracula
had planted you on us,

you being a copper too.

After what he did
to my friend Pinky.

Pinky?

Lance Corporal Albert Pinker.

Before your time, love.

Posted away on Operation Zipper,
which wouldn't suit her at all.

She was very shy

when we were doing
the wards together.

That's how she first met
Dracula, you see.

I quite fancied the Count
at first, fixing his arm on.

But as for Pinky, she didn't
have a clue what she was.

I could see, but I was never one
for your virgin brides.

Pity, really,
because if I had,

this might've been
a different story.

As it was, she never
breathed a word to Mother

till it was too late.

It seems like
all her troubles began

when she started working
for Captain Samuels,

the trick-cyclist.

Him in the hut over there.

That's how Pinky discovered
what homosexuals are.

From the confidential notes
in the office.

Pinky started going there
after hours,

nicking Samuels' key
from his drawer

and reading
the patients' files.

That's how he found there were
other boys like he was

and started thinking
the kind of thoughts

he'd never thought before.

Good evening,
Lance Corporal.

I take it
Captain Samuels has gone.

Yes, Major Merrick.

Can I do anything, sir?

Yes, perhaps you can.

I'd like to make an appointment
to see Captain Samuels.

Tomorrow, possibly.

Just a minute, sir.
I'll get the book.

Pinky fixed the appointment
for the next afternoon.

That's when he cottoned on

that Merrick was
asking questions

about another
of Samuels' patients.

A woman, Pinky said.

There was a file on her
as well,

but it wasn't one Pinky
had ever read.

His line of interest now
was strictly Boy's Own.

He started going
to the bazaar at night,

looking in shop windows,

wondering if he'd ever meet
another boy who felt like him.

One night,
just two weeks after Merrick

first sneaked
into Samuels' office,

Pinky's moment came.

Sahib, you want woman?

You want boy?

That boy looking at watches,
that boy very good boy.

Like you very much,
he is telling me.

Sahib wait here.

Boy come.

Sahib wait.

For some reason,

Miss Khyber Pass was starting
a marriage bureau.

"What was it like, love?"

That's what I asked him
afterwards.

Well, you know how it is
the first time.

Pinky was too nervous.

The boy said Pinky
being nervous put him off.

Next time will be okay.

You'll see.

Come back tomorrow.

Meet me outside Gulab Singh's
at 9:00.

We come back
to my room again.

9:00.

How do I know you'll come?

I promise.

Nothing'll stop me.

Leave me a token.

Leave me your watch.

Then I know you like
and trust me.

Do you want some...?

Only your watch.

That was the start
of Pinky's great romance.

The next night, he couldn't
wait for 9:00 to come.

It was thrilling.

He kept looking for his watch,

then remembering
why it wasn't there.

Oh, good evening, sir.

Did you want
Captain Samuels?

Only to make another
appointment, Pinker,

if you would be so kind.

Yes, sir, of course.

Uh... for tomorrow, sir?

I think this is yours.

My understanding
from Captain Samuels was

that these files were always
kept under lock and key.

He told me no one but himself
had access to them.

Their contents could not be
disclosed to me.

Nor to anyone.

I take it that you've managed
to obtain the key.

You were at the filing cabinet
when I came at this time before!

If you have the key,

you'd be well advised
to hand it over now.

Yes, sir.

Is that the only file
you've removed tonight?

Does this telephone go through
to the civil exchange?

Hospital exchange, sir.

They can get any number.

Right. Wait outside.

Pinker...

You'd be wise to wait.

Do nothing foolish.

There was nothing Pinky
could do.

He could only think
about one thing:

the Military Police coming
to march him off to prison.

How long Pinky waited,
he couldn't remember.

Perhaps 20 minutes.

It could've been hours.

What Merrick was doing,
he couldn't even guess.

All he could do was wait
for the shame to begin.

Idhar.

The file was still there,

but no key
to put it back with.

No key and no watch.

Next day, he went sick.

What I suggest, Pinker,

is that you stay here
for a day or two.

These symptoms
are psychosomatic.

I believe you know that,
don't you?

I have to say,
I think you were unfortunate

to come up against
that particular officer.

Tell me, how long was
Major Merrick in the office

after he sent you out?

I don't know, sir.

Maybe half an hour.

He says he was trying
to telephone me

for at least that long.

And I was in all the time.

And the hospital exchange
has no record of such a call.

I've arranged a posting
for you, by the way.

Bombay--
Operation Zipper.

I think that's best.

Oh, thank you, sir!

Oh.

And I found this.

Is it yours, by any chance?

I noticed it in the filing
cabinet when I was returning

the notes you were reading
when Major Merrick appeared.

It must've slipped off.

You should get a new strap
or you'll lose it again.

Thank you, sir.

So Merrick hadn't told
about the watch.

Or Samuels didn't choose to say.

What did it all mean?

He couldn't imagine.

All he knew was that Merrick
had set the whole thing up.

A few days later,
Pinky was gone.

Operation Zipper.

Well, bless your cotton socks,
love, the war is over!

Little Pinky's safe.

But why all the dramas?

The watch, Count Dracula,
Miss Khyber Pass.

Buggered, if you'll pardon
the expression, dear, if I know.

What was her name?

Whose?

The patient Merrick
went to see Samuels about.

You said it was a woman.

It wasn't anyone
I'd ever heard of.

A Mrs. Bingham.

I thought you might have
the answer,

being Mrs. Sherlock Holmes.

No, not really.

Well, I love you
all the same.

I suppose you wouldn't fancy
a little victory celebration?

This evening?

At the Chinese
restaurant.

I've got to meet
an old school friend.

That's what they always say.

Corporal Dixon's lonely
VJ night, then.

Bottoms up, love.

Cheers, Guy.

Roll on Aunt Charlotte
and that bloody boat!

No news on your wangled
demobilization?

No, not yet.

So... you'd better tell me.

Tell me about Merrick
and Hari Kumar.

Why?

I thought it might be a good way
to bring the subject up.

The subject of Merrick.

Why would you want to do that?

I thought it would
make it easier for you

to ask me
about Mr. Kasim's INA son.

Merrick said you would.

Not that I can
tell you anything.

By the way, if anybody comes
to put me under arrest,

would you be prepared to say
we spent the day together?

I think that would depend

on what they came
to arrest you for.

Common assault
on the Red Shadow.

Merrick's servant?

Mm-hmm.

Didn't he go back with him?

No, and I caught him pinching
10 chips from my jacket.

Then in ordinary circumstances,
I'd say you were safe enough.

Are circumstances ever ordinary
where Merrick's concerned?

Who's Mrs. Bingham?

Why?

Tell me about Merrick
and Hari Kumar first.

That's a long story.

So is mine.

It might take longer
than we've got.

We're dining out.

If that's all right.

Should I change?

If you add a jacket,

what you're wearing
will do very well.

Mrs. Bingham is Sarah Layton's
widowed sister.

She's just become engaged
to Merrick.

It was announced
last night.

For God's sake, Nigel,
she can't marry Merrick!

He's as mad as a hatter!

I hope not.

Or at least that you don't
mention it to her this evening

at the Laytons.

That's where we're dining.

Now this ghastly war's over,

I suppose things will start
getting back to normal.

If anyone remembers
what normal was.

How about a game of tennis?

It's time someone started
using that court.

Nigel, you play,
don't you?

That's rather a matter
of opinion.

When were you thinking of,
Mrs. Layton?

I was thinking of this weekend,
if you can manage it.

Sarah can find you a racquet.

Then we can get up a foursome
with young Edgar Drew.

Oh, that would be nice, yes.

It's hard to get together

a set of respectable men
in Pankot at present.

Nigel told me
this evening

about your engagement
to Colonel Merrick.

I must say...

May I offer my best wishes
for your future happiness?

Thank you,
that's most kind.

I'm sure we shall be
very happy.

Ronald's so good
with my little boy.

I suppose...

We should've kept
some of your whisky, Perron.

VJ celebration.

I fear we finished it
last night.

I hope you
enjoyed it, sir.

Oh, yes.

The officer in Bombay
who gave it to you--

you rescued from the bath--
my future son-in-law tells me

he tried a second time
and succeeded.

Yes, I'm afraid he did.

Odd thing, suicide.

It's worse for the family.

There was a havildar
in my regiment.

His widow had to leave his
village and go back to her own.

What good will come
of it in the end?

The questioning.

Makes you wonder.

Aren't you turning in?

I'm leaving the file
with you, you know.

You don't have
to finish it tonight.

Leaving it?

I've decided to go back
to Rampur tomorrow.

Whenever did you
decide that?

I suppose in the last
half hour or so.

And you don't have
to leave here.

You can hang on
till you get the call to Delhi

or Aunt Charlotte comes
to the rescue.

I've signed you in
as my guest.

If you sign the steward's
register before you go.

Who pays?

Government or you?

Government.

And you can drink
to my future, if you like.

I'm going back
into the Political.

I heard this afternoon
I fly to Delhi on Tuesday.

Cheers.

Does Miss Layton know?

She knows I'm expecting
the posting.

Did you tell her it had come?

No.

Somehow, the atmosphere
didn't seem right.

I'm sorry, it wasn't
all that successful an evening.

Tell me, what was it Merrick
said to you about Sayed Kasim?

Only that you had been trying
to pump him.

In fact,
I asked a simple question:

if Sayed's father
wanted to see him,

and the government
thought it would be useful,

could it be arranged?

What did he say?

He said his department
wouldn't welcome it.

But he thought
it could be arranged

if that was
what MAK wanted,

and the government
is always keen

to give MAK what he wants.

I see.

I've only met
the other son, Ahmed.

Do you always carry this around
with you?

No.

I wanted to leave it
to someone as a parting gift,

and it might as well
be you.

Sleep well.

You'd better destroy it
if Operation Bunbury snarls up

and you're still stuck
with Merrick.

In view of that light-fingered
servant of his.

Incidentally,
you never told me

why you asked
who Mrs. Bingham was.

It's still
too long a story.

But connected
in some way?

Where Merrick is concerned,
everything's connected.

Yes, I suppose it is.

It's all in the file.

Good night.

Good night, Nigel.

Thank you.

For everything.

We haven't seen each other.

I haven't seen Miss Manners

since the night we visited
the temple.

Something's happened to her.

Is she dead?

Father...

No, no, no!

Something is wrong?

Nothing is wrong,
Minister.

All arrangements
have been double checked.

Your father is waiting here.

Tell them to show you
the room.

Private room and
no damn reception committee!

And all these people
to disperse!

It's like a bloody circus!

Tell them your father

is waiting here
until the room is ready.

English tamasha!

Always the big circus!

Yes, Mr. Mehboob.

Ahmed...

Have you seen
your brother, Ahmed?

Not yet, Father.

But I've seen
the conducting officer.

I thought I ought
to warn you, it's Merrick.

Merrick?

Ex-police officer
in the Manners case.

The one Pandit Baba's
been pestering you about.

Actually, I met him in Bombay
about three weeks ago

and he didn't
say anything then

about being involved
in Sayed's case.

I remember Count Bronowsky
talked to me about him.

Does he know you know him

in connection
with the Manners case?

Yes.

So he would assume
that I know, too.

But he must know,
Minister.

He must know that
he is on the list.

What list?

The list of officers
we may accuse

of exceeding their duties
in 1942.

You could always say you will
meet nobody except Sayed.

What is his rank, Ahmed?

Major, I think.

Yes, I will see him.

Major Merrick?

Actually,
Lieutenant Colonel

since I and your younger son
last met, Mr. Kasim.

My apologies for the delay.

Sayed has taken breakfast.

I hope they
assured you of that.

That question has been settled,
Colonel Merrick.

Satisfactorily,
as far as I am concerned.

Incidentally,
my younger son Ahmed

had no idea you were in
any way connected with Sayed.

Does Sayed know
you know his brother?

The one is a social
acquaintance, the other is not,

so the answer is no.

But you are involved
with the charges

which may be brought
against Sayed?

Yes, Mr. Kasim.

I have interviewed your son
on many occasions.

I hope he regards me,
in some ways, as his friend.

And were you present
when Sayed was captured?

No, I was out of the line
by then.

Wounded, you mean?

Yes, um... thus.

By INA action?

There were INA about.

Japanese, as well.

Why do you ask?

The reason is obvious, surely.

A man wounded as badly as you
could be forgiven

for taking some opportunity
to redress the balance.

One does the job one is given.

But I take your point.

So far as it is relevant,

I hold no one to blame
for my injuries except myself.

Certainly not your son.

And you're not still troubled,
as I understand you were,

by incidents devised
to remind you of your conduct

as superintendent
of police at Mayapore?

Not until recently.

Another stone?

Forgive these questions,
Colonel Merrick.

An old lawyer's trick.

But I have once or twice
discussed the matter

with Count Bronowsky.

No, there's been
only one stone.

Chucking stones at British
officers is rather hazardous.

They've reverted
to the subtle approach.

The bicycle again.

Bicycle?

One was involved
in the evidence.

A rusty bicycle was recently
left on my veranda

with a pork chop stinking

in the saddle bag.

You should report such things
to the police.

I always do,
but they don't trouble me.

They are done by enemies,

but also the enemies
of law and order.

I suppose you and I

are potentially opponents,
too, Mr. Kasim.

You and I?

Your party.

Surely I'm on the list.

What list, Colonel Merrick?

The list of officials whose past
conduct may be looked into.

In any case,
if I'm not,

I'm sure my old friend Pandit
Baba won't be happy until I am.

He's capable of many things.

Assassination, for instance.

You know the man I mean,
Mr. Kasim.

I have never met him.

Now I think
I must see Sayed.

Yes, I'll bring him.

But not in here.

This room is very hot.

It is like a cell.

I prefer to see Sayed
in the courtroom.

At least it is
large and airy.

Then you may post your guards,
as many as you wish,

outside the door.

Come.

Come and sit.

Have you seen Ahmed?

Not yet, Father,
but Ronald said I would.

Ronald?

Ronald Merrick.

The chap you've been
talking to.

He's quite a good fellow,
really.

Very decent to me.

You sound like
a British officer.

How have they
treated you?

You look well.

Who is Commandant
of the fort nowadays?

Still Major Tippet?

I don't know, Father.

I was there
only overnight.

You were there, too?

Since I am going home now,

this seemed a convenient place
to tell them to bring you.

Anyway,
it gives you an outing.

What did they tell you?

Anything?

Only that Government

had given permission
for us to meet.

And the impression was that
I had petitioned Government?

Yes.

That is not
entirely accurate.

Oh, I didn't swallow it whole.

I know how devious
they can be.

But in this case,
devious to what end?

Come.

Don't hold back
just because I am your father.

It would be very useful
for them

to have someone like you
on their side.

A member of Congress
and a Muslim.

Someone to denounce us all
as traitors.

Such people will be
in short supply.

Quite so.

Both major parties will stand
behind the INA Hindu and Muslim.

But whether you come to trial

depends on the Viceroy
and the C-in-C.

What the English do
is no longer important.

We're finished with them,
whether you like it or not.

Why do you say
whether I like it or not?

What has my life been, then?

What have I been doing,
asking them to stay?

No, not asking,
but perhaps making it possible

because you believe so much
in the power of law--

their law.

What angers me is that

you can no longer help your
country from inside a prison.

It is not acountry,
it is twocountries.

Hindu and Muslim.

A divided India?

Yes.

So this has happened
to you also.

Then we too are divided.

More deeply than
by the walls of a prison.

Why must you stay loyal
to Congress?

Why?

Do you believe, because you have
supported them in the past,

that you, a Muslim,
will be allowed to remain

when they have power?

Congress is a Hindu party,
whatever they say.

We shall have a Hindu Raj
for a British Raj.

You are a Muslim,
I am a Muslim,

and they hate us.

No!

Look at my face.

It is not the face
of a Hindu or a Muslim.

It is the face of a man
who has been in prison!

An Indian National Congressman.

I did not go to prison
for Hindus only.

What are you
asking me to do?

To go over to the Muslim League?

To Jinnah?

Father, you have to choose.

And Ahmed, what does he say?

Ahmed is a child.

No, he is not a child.

Not in some ways,

but he thinks of nothing
except women and hawking.

Hawking?

He's trained a falcon.

It's very difficult,
you know.

He's much attached to her.

But that is good.

Yes.

Perhaps we should say
goodbye now, Father.

Thank you for coming
to see me.

It is you who have come
the greater distance.

That is my duty.

Do not rely too much
on this Colonel Merrick.

He poses as your friend.

I rely on no Englishman.

And he's of no importance
either.

God be with you.

Why don't you come with me
to Rampur?

Spend a few days.

I promised Bronowsky
I'd be away only two nights.

There's a meeting
of Council tomorrow.

"Council, Council."

He doesn't need you.

And it's the Nawab's car.

I must be sure
it's safely returned.

But the driver
can manage.

But if you must go back,
you must.

See? They're connecting you
onto the Rampur train.

I'd better get down.

You spoke to Sayed?

Yes, Father.

How did you find him?

He looked very fit
and cheerful, I thought.

He says he's treated
pretty well.

I'd better get off.

I know he's well.

Did he say anything
you feel you should tell me?

We talked about
hawking mostly.

He wants me to join
the Muslim League.

What do you think
I should do?

For everybody's sake,
including my own.

Ahmed, for once I am asking you
to tell me your opinion.

I don't understand
all these ins and outs.

Whatever happens,
people will die of starvation

or kill one another
if they don't.

It all means nothing to me,
parties and suchlike.

You'd better get down
if you're not coming to Rampur.

To me, Sayed is a man
who has changed sides.

I cannot.

Never in my life
will I go over to Jinnah.

Does that upset you?

Why should I be upset?

I've won my bet
with Bronowsky.

He bet me
you'd go over to Jinnah,

I bet him you wouldn't.

He wouldn't offer stakes,
though.

We both expected me to win,
really, knowing you.

Ahmed...

Mind yourself.

What did you mean?

Expected or wanted me
to be loyal?

Expected or wanted?

Ahmed...

Expected andwanted!

♪ O, may this bounteous God♪

♪ Through all our life
be near us ♪

♪ With ever joyful hearts

♪ And blessed peace
to cheer us ♪

♪ And keep us in his grace

♪ And guide us
when perplexed ♪

♪ And free us from all ills

♪ In this world and the next

♪ Amen.

Let us pray.

Almighty God,

who art a strong tower
of defense unto Thy servants,

we yield Thee praise
and thanksgiving...

God bless Aunt Charlotte.

And Godspeed Operation Bunbury.

Please! Today!

What I want to know is
how did you manage it?

I rang your number
at the guest house.

There was no answer there.

I was in church.

Church?

I should try it sometime.

Sergeant Perron to proceed
to Deolali for UK demob.

Some people!

Let's find the Duty Officer.

Even better!

Morning, Sarge.

Got a jammy one here
for you-- his number's up.

Good Lord,
you're a sergeant, too!

Well, I am when I'm
playing soldiers.

I'm glad you're here.

I've been trying
to get you on the phone.

You know each other?

Yes, we do.

Well, that settles it!

There's his signal.

AB64.

Jabs up to date.

Well, what happens now?

Relax.

The army's taking care of you.

Feeling all right?

Silly question,
of course.

They'll do you
in Deolali too,

but if you arrive there
without a medical sheet,

you'll get held up.

Lucky chap.

Thank you, sir.

Just try not to get clap
between here and Deolali.

It sometimes happens.

Yes, sir.

Well, that's it.

All you have to do now
is to be at the station

before midday tomorrow.

Unless...

If you could get down
to Rampur overnight,

you could catch the train that
leaves at 8:00 in the morning.

You'd gain over 12 hours.

That could make
a lot of difference

at the Deolali end.

Sounds like a good idea.

I'll have a word
with Sub-Conductor Pearson,

find out if there's
any transport going.

Are you going back
to the guest house?

Well, I've got to pack.

I'd ask you to lunch,

but the food there's
not much cop since Nigel left.

I've got a lunch party
at the Club I can't get out of.

Could you manage tea?

Perhaps.

I'll give you a ring
in any case

about the transport.

Yes, yes, of course.

You said you rang before.

Just to say hello.

As you were on your own.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

I envy you, Guy,
but I am glad for you.

I'm not at all sure
you don't deserve a medal.

Ronald Merrick's
going to be furious!

Salaam'a!

Salaam'a? Salaam'a!

Hello.

Good Lord!

I hope you don't mind.

The boy was just going
to wake you when I got here.

I told him to leave you
for a bit.

Oh, that'll be cold.

We'd better get some more.

When did you arrive?

About an hour ago.

You'll be glad I let you sleep.

I'm afraid you won't have
a very comfortable trip

if you decide to go tonight.

The best I could do was
the back of a 15-hundredweight,

but it will take you right
to the station in Rampur.

That's wonderful.

Here's the number
you have to ring.

The convoy leaves
at 10:00 this evening.

You should phone Sub-Conductor
Pearson at about 7:00

and he'll tell you
where to go.

If you want to go.

Well, perhaps I'd better
ring him now.

Then we'll know
how long I've got.

He said after 6:30.

Sahib?

Do you want more tea,
or would you prefer a drink?

Nigel said I could make free

so long as I didn't
dine the station.

You're not quite the station.

No, I'm not, am I?

I'd like a drink very much.

Gin fizz?

Two gin fizz and a little ice,
please, Salaam'a.

Yes, sahib.

Can you stay and have
an early meal with me?

I suppose Nigel's
shown you over the house?

The Summer Residence.

It's shut up now, isn't it?

The chaukidar
will always let you in.

Most of it's plain Anglo-Indian,
but there's a Moghul suite

where they used to put up
pet princes.

The ballroom's quite small.

They danced on the terrace, too.

There were colored lights
in the trees.

Must have been nice.

Oh, I should think it was all
rather stiff and starchy,

but I remember it as part
of childhood.

Of course, there hasn't been
a full season

with the Governor and his wife
since '39.

Susan and I missed that,

being at home at school.

Now the war's over,
I suppose it'll alter even more.

People upping sticks
and going home

or staying on and getting old
and tiresome.

What will you do, Guy?

Go back to history.

1830 to the Mutiny.

That's my period.

There's a Cambridge don
waiting for me to join him.

Just sit tight a minute,
will you?

I'm leaving tonight,
Salaam'a.

I'll sign the book
before I go.

But you should
arrange supper for two.

The memsahib will probably
stay, thik-hai?

Thik-hai, sahib.

Here's baksheesh
for you.

And this for the
other servants.

Thank you, sahib.

The memsahib and I
might want to go over

and look at the house
in about 15 minutes.

Will the chaukidar
be there to let us in?

Head chaukidar
is always there, sahib,

but I may go now for sahib
and make sure.

Thank you, Salaam'a.

Thank you, sahib.

Here we are.

Namaste.

Namaste.

Shan't be long.

I've decided I mustn't stay
for supper, Guy.

It's too late for me
to ring and tell them

or make an excuse.

Then I'll take you home.

No, you have
too much to do.

I'll go now.

Now?

Yes, I must.

Write to me sometime.

Let me know how you get on.

Mmm.

I've bought a few things
for people back home.

For Perron women.

Um...

I've nothing else.

It's only a scarf.

At least I think it is.

Perhaps we'd better open it

in case it's a tie
for one of my uncles.

Whatever it is,
I shall like it.

One more drink?

No, there isn't time.

I've got to go.

You'll need a rickshaw.

It's only a short walk
up the hill.

It's getting dark.

I can't let you go alone.

I shall be perfectly
all right.

Honestly.

Good-bye, Guy.

I wanted to say,

you asked me in Bombay
and I couldn't answer.

Well, now I can.

I do remember Hari Kumar
at school in England.

Playing cricket?

Yes.

I remember him very well.