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Oh, Shinaz.

You're pulling my leg.

No!

I think you are.

It's impossible.

Look, we can ask Ahmed.

Hello.

You see, Mr. Perron,
there is the reason

why Sarah couldn't join us
tonight at dinner.

She understands
my scheming.

One day, I hope,

Ahmed and Shinaz
will fall in love.

I have long planned this.

An alliance between the son
of Mohammed Ali Kasim,

the political Kasims
of Ranpur,

and the princely Kasims
of Mirat.

A royal wedding.

The illuminations, I fear,
are not of my devising.

Muslims and Hindus
in the city

are burning
one another's shops.

The fishermen
will not go out tomorrow

on the Izzat Bagh Lake.

Nawab Sahib
will look at me and say,

"Dmitri, what have you done?

What have I signed away?"

Shall we go in?

Perhaps I should
take the train

with you tomorrow,
Mr. Perron,

and fly to England.

With independence
only nine days away,

we shall all be
émigrés now.

Would you like
some brandy?

Thank you.

Hosain.

Before the war,

there was almost no civil
disturbance in Mirat.

It's different now.

You know, Ahmed was attacked
and beaten one night

in the bazaar.

No, I didn't know that.

Thank you.

Fortunately,
he wasn't seriously hurt.

But people have become affected
now by what Congress is saying,

what the Muslim League is saying
in Delhi, Calcutta, Bombay.

Thank you, Hosain.

On your last night with us,
a little drink to Mirat.

And to the future.

Ah, yes.

The future.

Those fires are ominous.

In the past 18 months,
whenever trouble threatened,

I was comforted to think

that Colonel Merrick
was coping with it.

Tonight, I miss him.

So, perhaps, do the police.

One feels a bit like Nero,
without the fiddle.

You know, Merrick had certain
qualities, Mr. Perron.

I saw only the bad side,
I'm afraid.

That, I think, is because,

in spite of your interest
in the past,

you are a man
of the present.

He was, without question,
a man of the past.

That was his strength.

He treated the troubles here

as just a silly quarrel
between naughty children.

Nanny knows best.

It is the spirit of the Raj.

Preserves the British
from destruction even today.

I gather from Nigel
that you have an idea

that Merrick's killing
was intended

to aggravate racial tension
as much as anything.

Yes.

Not everyone feels the British
have earned the immunity

you all seem to be currently
enjoying.

But if it is the last thing
I do in Mirat,

I shall ensure
that this immunity continues.

Even if it means
suppressing evidence.

Do you disapprove?

A little.

So do I.

But just think what might be
happening out there now

if we had shouted murder.

There is also
the pain and distress

Susan would have been caused
by any open investigation.

It's a good thing
in her state of mind and health

that she doesn't know

in what strange
and unsavory circumstances

her husband died.

Strange and unsavory?

I don't mean just the manner
of his death.

I mean the tendencies in him
which led him to it.

I see.

Do his spies come into this?

Who mentioned spies to you?

Susan.

She also mentioned the Indian
clothes, his disguise.

Mr. Perron, he had no spies.

Nor did he ever go out
in those clothes.

No, no, no, no.

These were mere bits
of play acting.

It was he himself
who was observed.

By the Khansamar.

He was a good steward.

He kept me well-informed.

But I wish he'd been more
on his guard.

Unfortunately,
by the time he realized

the nature of Merrick's
visitors,

it was already too late.

Susan mentioned the boys

who used to come
looking for jobs.

Khansamar sent them all away.

She would have seen that

while she was still here
with the child.

But when she returned to Pankot,
other boys came.

One especially persistent.

Day after day.

Khansamar?

Who is this boy?

Aziz, Colonel sahib.

Every day he's coming,
every day I send away.

But he's telling me he has
nowhere to go, Colonel sahib.

There's plenty to do.

Let him help Mali
cut the grass.

If he works well, he can stay.

Aziz...

So the boy stayed.

He helped the Mali.

He worked in the house
and he worked hard.

Khansamar saw nothing
to discredit him,

until one morning
when he rose soon after dawn

and saw Aziz coming out from
the back door of the house.

Well, he had seen
the Pathan clothes before.

Colonel sahib sometimes wore
them when he was alone.

"He is at heart a Pathan,"
Khansamar thought,

"and Aziz is a fine,
sturdy boy.

It may be none of my business."

Yet there was something strange

which perhaps unconsciously
had puzzled him before.

Since Aziz had come,

no other boys had called
looking for jobs.

Now, at night,
sometimes he couldn't sleep.

Whenever he got up
and went to look in the hut

where the boy should be,
he found it empty.

Until this one night.

Aziz had returned.

But he was not in bed.

"Where have you been?"
Khansamar asked him.

"In the bazaar,"
Aziz told him,

"with a girl."

"What happened?

Did her husband
find you with her?"

But Khansamar thought,

"It is not a jealous husband
who has done this."

Colonel sahib.

That morning,

he took Colonel Sahib's
chota hazri to his room.

And at that moment,

Khansamar conceived for Merrick a dislike.

Not a violent hatred,
but a cold contempt.

And, of course, he wondered,
"Why should a boy like Aziz

submit quietly to that
kind of treatment?"

Do you wonder,
Mr. Perron?

Tell me why you don't.

I think it is clear
he had been so instructed

to submit,
whatever Merrick did.

Instructed by whom?

Pandit Baba, possibly.

In the event,
he was sent packing.

Merrick told Khansamar

there was no more work
for Aziz to do.

But very soon, once more,
the boys appeared at the gate.

Sometimes two together,

and sometimes one
was allowed to stay.

Why, do you imagine?

What was in Merrick's mind?

Did he see no connection
between these events

and the older forms
of persecution,

the stone and the snake?

He believed another stone
was thrown, you know.

So he told Sarah,
the day he fell from his horse.

Sarah was there at the time
of the accident?

With Ahmed.

They'd gone out riding
together.

Merrick had followed them,
hoping to see some hawking.

He'd often tried
to scrounge an invitation,

but Ahmed always made excuses.

I thought you were
hawking today.

Where's the falcon?

Sorry.

I don't think Mumtaz
is very well.

She's off her food a bit.

Is she?

Again?

Shall we ride, then?

If you want.

Kasim, I'll race you
across the nullah.

Come on!

Ronnie!

Are you all right?

What happened?

Didn't you see him?

Who?

The blighter who was
crouching in the nullah.

He must have startled
the horse.

He stood up
and threw a stone.

You must have seen him,
one of you!

Who?

Ronnie thinks someone
was hiding.

He startled the horse.

There was no one.

He got away, then.

I tell you!

I saw him!

He must have got away!

Ahmed and Sarah decided
to say nothing.

Both of them felt
he wanted to make trouble,

to create an incident.

I'm with him now.

Tomorrow, then.

Goodbye.

Well?

What did she say?

She'll bring a Jeep
at seven in the morning.

But she's not sure Ahmed
will be hawking.

Ha! What excuse
this time?

Frankly, I don't think Sarah's
too keen at all on the idea.

She's sure Dr. Habibullah
wouldn't want you to go out.

Damn Habibullah.

But if you don't attempt
anything too foolish,

Sarah will pick you up.

You'll have to be content
with that.

I'll be content, then.

Is there anything else
you want?

Khansamar will see to it
if I do.

I'll say good night, then.

Thanks, Nigel.

You know...

What we were speaking of,

what one should do
after independence?

I shan't go home.

I shall stay on.

I'd like to settle somewhere,
like Peshawar.

Up near the old
Northwest Frontier,

somewhere they don't do things
by the book,

off-the-cuff decisions.

That's where I'm best.

Yes, I know that.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

It was the last time
he was seen alive.

And I think, yes,
I believe, he wanted it,

waited for his death.

I believe, though you may not,

that Aziz was
the first young man,

perhaps the only man,
he had actually made love to,

and that this gave him
a profound moment of peace.

And in the next moment,
something he could not bear.

Not the revelation
of his homosexuality,

his sadomasochism.

These he must have sensed
before.

What was destroyed

was the belief
in his racial superiority.

That's why he wanted there
to be a man in the nullah,

a stone that was thrown.

He wanted what happened
to happen.

Perhaps he hoped that
his murder would be avenged

in some splendidly
spectacular way,

a kind of Wagnerian climax.

The Raj emerging
from the twilight

and sweeping down
from the hills

with flaming swords.

"Bibighar" scrawled
across his mirror

with the stuff he used
to paint his face.

The Bibighar in Mayapore.

Scene of the rape.

And he had been strangled
with his sash.

A curious feature,
wouldn't you agree?

Nawab Sahib.

Yes, I'll come.

Mr. Perron, forgive me.

Nawab Sahib?

He has seen the fires
in the city.

It is a summons
I cannot disobey.

Of course.

I will come to the station
in the morning to see you off,

and to say goodbye as well
to Sarah and Ahmed.

We shall have a lonely
Independence Day in Mirat.

Well, I shall think of you
in Delhi.

But still I wonder.

About that sash.

So many mysteries.

But Dr. Habibullah
is convinced of this--

that he was strangled first
and then mutilated.

So, a ritual killing,

but when they came to it,
they were mercifully quick.

Compassionate, even.

But would Merrick
have wanted that?

I think not.

Justice he understood.

Compassion, never.

I hadn't thought we'd be
quite so large a party.

I expect we shall all fit in
easily enough, Mrs. Peabody.

The trunk's coming in,
Reginald.

All right, dear.

Well, I don't know
about fitting in easily.

But if there are only
six of us...

Eight.

Laura, we'd better have
the guns now.

There's still
the tiffin box.

I think the guns first,
then the tiffin box.

As you wish, Reginald.

Eight?

How do you make eight?

Eight-and-a-half,

if you include me
and the little boy.

Naturally,
one includes you both.

Of course.

Righto, Laura.

Tiffin box now.

Coolie.

I still make it
only six-and-a-half,

not that mathematics
were ever my strong point.

Reginald, I hope the upper
berths are let down.

They'll need those
to stow their things.

I have a feeling that at least
two members of the departing Raj

aren't going to leave without
standing by their old rights.

It's the Peabodys.

There may be a fuss
about Ahmed and I

traveling in a first-class
compartment.

For God's sake.

They'd better start
getting used to it.

He's only a major.

Shall I start stowing
our luggage?

You mean they've
finished?

Ah. Um...

You'd better put that there.

Good-bye, my dear.

Don't be too long
before coming back.

Good-bye, Dmitri.

Dear boy.

Remember me
to your father.

Tell him we need you here

after the independence
celebrations.

Ten days is the most
I can allow.

I'll write to you
from England, Nigel.

Do.

And have a good journey.

Do we have to travel with those awful Peabodys?

They've turned the compartment
into a luggage van.

It's all right,
Aunt Fenny.

Mr. Perron's
got everything in.

Thank you for coming
to Mirat.

You gave me
a lot of your time.

Oh, my pleasure.

Here's a little token
of your visit.

The poems of Gaffur.

I have attempted
a poor translation.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Mrs. Merrick, there's room
for your tiffin basket

on top of ours.

Please, don't worry.

Has your ayah
a compartment quite close?

Oh, very close.

In fact, here.

Ayah will sit with me
and help me with Edward.

I want to wave
from the window.

Okay, but let
the troops on first.

Reginald, let me sit
at the other end.

It is a little close here.

Oh, all right, dear.

Are you sure about the basket,
Mrs. Merrick?

I can put it on the berth.

Absolutely sure, Major Peabody.

Excuse me.

Come on, ayah.

Good-bye.

Don't forget to sit on the cool side.

Good-bye, Dmitri.

Good-bye, Uncle Nigel.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Edward.

See you again, old chap.

Au revoir.

The poems are
18th century Urdu.

The Gaffur was an ancestor
of Nawab Sahib's.

A memento.

Bye!

Bye.

Come and sit here, Guy.

Thanks.

Bang!

Are you really sure about
the basket, Mrs. Merrick?

Couldn't your ayah
look after it?

Try to get her to shut up
about the basket.

It's the urn.

Susan won't let
anyone else touch it.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The basket contains
Colonel Merrick's ashes.

All right?

Bang!

Do you hunt,
Mr. Perron?

I like a day out with the hounds
or with the guns.

We hope to get in a few days
at Bharatpur before going home.

You've been to Bharatpur,
I suppose?

No.

Oh, you should!

What's your regiment?

I'm afraid I don't have
a regiment.

I served as a private
during the war.

Oh? Then you're
a civilian?

Reggie was awfully tempted
to stay on

and go into
pharmaceuticals.

I suppose one of the few things
one can do for this country now

is to help them fight
the battle of disease.

And poverty.

I sometimes think
that's exaggerated.

Most of the Indians
one knows

could buy one up
lock, stock and barrel.

There are the ones
one doesn't know.

In the villages,
Mr. Perron,

every peasant woman
has her gold bangles.

No, it isn't poverty.

It's the disease,
the superstition, the inertia...

Bang!

Reggie, see what you can see--
there's nothing on this side.

Probably a cow
on the line.

I remember a cow on the line.

Don't you, Sarah?

Yes, I remember.

I remember the train stopping

and Daddy saying
just what Mrs. Peabody has said:

"Probably a cow
on the line."

Where was it?

Between Ranpur and Delhi, 1930.

Ranpur and Delhi!

"There's so much poetry
in Indian names."

Ronnie used to say that.

Where's your home at home,
Mrs. Peabody?

Northamptonshire,

outside Norby.

Norby.

That's what I mean.

And mother says she's
found a house at Epsom!

It sounds like an aperient.

Jai Hind! Jai Hind!

Major Peabody, would you pull down the shutters

and close the windows
on your side, please?

Mrs. Grace, please, on yours.

What's wrong, Ahmed?

What is it, Ahmed?

Nothing much.

Just some silly people.

What are you doing?

Baking us alive
or something?

Hope you don't mind.

Yes, I do mind.

For heaven's sake,
it's hot enough in here!

Come, play hide-and-seek
with Chokrasahib.

Look, Edward,
Ayah's hiding.

I don't want to play.

It's a silly game!

No, it isn't.

Come on, help Ayah hide.

Pretend bad people
are looking for her.

Now, look here, Kasim...!

It's only a game, okay?

Ayah is pretending
to hide from bad people.

Major Peabody, would you climb
over and take Ayah's seat

so no one can see her?

Take the boy, Sarah.

Reggie,
what are you doing?

God knows what anyone's doing!

Must be some kind
of damned demonstration.

Kasim!

What are they doing?

What do they want?

Kasim! Kasim!

Kasim Sahib!

Come! Come out!

Kasim! Kasim!

Kasim! Kasim!

Do we have
to break in?!

Annoy the sirs
and ladies?!

Come, Kasim!

Come out!

It seems to be me they want.

Be ready to lock the door.

What?

Kasim!

Sorry to disturb you,
sirs, ladies.

On to Ranpur, isn't it?

It's all right now.

Isn't it, Major Peabody?

Ayah can come out now.

Yes, yes...

Reggie, do you think
we might have

some light and air?

I think I might be
going to faint.

Only on your side.

Here, we have a great lot
of broken glass.

It was my side
I was thinking of.

Perhaps you'd help,
Mr. Perron.

I don't like that game.

Is it over?

Yes, it's over.

Where's Ahmed?

Has he gone to pee again?

Why is Mummy crying?

We just let him go...

We all of us sat here
and let him go!

You keep them in here, Perron.

They mustn't come out
on the platform.

But I must.

I think not.

I'm sorry, Peabody,

but I've got to go back
to where Ahmed got out.

There's nothing
to go back for.

I saw.

They were killing
all the Muslims.

Hacking them to pieces.

Then I must get to a phone and ring Mirat.

It's only an hour away.

We can't just
leave it like that.

Someone's got to go back.

But they might turn on us
when they take it in,

decide it's our fault.

You'd better stay here
and look after the women.

I'm going to find out
what's happening.

It's all right,
Major Peabody.

Let Mr. Perron
do what he wants.

I'll stand by the door.

You'd better lock it
behind us.

There's no need
to lock it now.

Stand back, please!

Give them room, stand back!

Please, stand back.

Oh, my God!

Ho Allah!

I'm going to find Movement
Control and telephone Mirat.

Excuse me!

I told you before.

I cannot allow private calls
of any nature.

It's for the Chief Minister
of Mirat.

I'm trying to raise Mirat.

The lines may be down.

Please go away!

It's no use,
old chap.

If you get Mirat, please
tell them that Ahmed Kasim,

the son of Mohammed Ali Kasim,
must be presumed dead.

Ahmed Kasim?

Who is Ahmed Kasim?

He was traveling with us.

Then why is he
presumed dead?

You're First Class, surely.

Please go away.

What is one man
among so many?

Let's try
the Station Master.

He's worse
than this chap.

Sardarji, sardarji!

We could hear them smashing the shutters and windows

and there was nothing
we could do!

You know, we could be
stuck here all day.

What do we do
when it gets dark?

They're savages!

Absolute savages!

What do you expect?

I tell you,
this is only the beginning.

Nonviolence?!

It makes you laugh.

Would you like some tea?

No, thank you.

I tried to get a message
through to Mirat,

but it's very difficult.

Where's Sarah?

She's gone to see
what she can do to help.

I let her.

It was what she wanted.

Okay, thank you.

Are you a doctor?

No, I wish to God I were.

Water is the problem.

Some of them
are dying of thirst.

Tap is just
down there, please.

Come on,
let me take over.

No, I'm all right
doing this.

I can't do
the other thing.

But if you can,
please do.

Pani... pani...

Have you seen Miss Layton?

I seem to have lost her.

She's in there, changing.

The others are still
in the women's room, I suppose.

Would you like some
malted milk?

No, thank you.

There's a spare sandwich
or two here.

I don't want anything to eat,
thank you.

You ought to eat.

Especially if you're going back.

I've just been having a word
with Bob Blake.

He'll take you
if you still want to go.

Who's Bob Blake?

OC refugee protection
in the cantonment.

Ah.

They got here
a little while ago.

I told him what happened
to Kasim.

He's ringing the Station
Commander in Mirat.

He'll be here to have a word
with you presently,

I shouldn't wonder.

There can't be much you can do,

but you seemed keen,
so I told Bob.

Have you had a drink?

I offered him one
but he didn't want it.

I meant a real drink.

I don't want
a real drink either.

Sorry to scrounge.

Could I have a cigarette?

Yes, I'm sorry.

Are you really
going back?

Are you asking me
not to?

Do you want help
in Ranpur?

No.

No, I want to go back too,
but I can't.

I can't let Aunt Fenny
cope alone.

They'll hear soon at the palace
what happened to Ahmed.

Someone ought to go back
to try to tell them how it did.

Ahmed and I...

We weren't in love.

But we loved one another.

At that tap,
filling those bloody jars...

I never hated myself
so much as I did then.

My brave little memsahib act!

And I hated him

for not keeping
the door locked

and telling us he damned well
wasn't going to die.

I'm sure he smiled
just before he went.

And I'm sure he said,
"It seems to be me they want."

Major Peabody said he just
told him to lock the door.

But I think that's because
that's what he wanted to hear.

I'm sure he smiled.

What else could we have done?

Nothing.

Nothing we could do.

It's like Daphne Manners.

Like Hari Kumar.

After 300 years of India.

We've made this whole damned,
bloody, senseless mess.

I'm sorry, Guy.

I'm sorry too.

Mr. Perron?

How do you do?

Guy, this is Major Blake.

How do you do?

I'm going back in
about 15 minutes.

Will you be ready?

If you want to come.

Yes, yes, I've only
got to change.

You'll be quite safe

for the rest of the journey,
Miss Layton.

I'm putting on
a whole platoon.

Thanks.

I'll dig out
your luggage, Guy.

It's on the top berth.

I've been on to the Station
Commander at Mirat.

Count Bronowsky's
on his way now

to the place where
the bodies are.

Is there any possibility
that Kasim got away?

I don't think so.

Peabody saw it all.

Where were you traveling,
Mr. Perron?

Pankot?

Just to Ranpur
for the celebrations.

Any urgency?

No, none at all.

Well, I'll help in any way I can
to get you away again.

Thank you.

By the way, did you see
the chalk mark on the door?

Chalk mark?

Miss Layton noticed it.

Someone chalked a moon
on the side of the carriage.

It must have been done
in Mirat.

To show which part
of the train Kasim got into.

Yours was the only First Class
compartment they attacked.

Look, I'll send a chap

to sort out your bags
and bring them over.

Thank you.

Oh, is this yours,
old chap?

Yes, thank you.

And that?

I'll take it back
with me to Mirat.

Shall I see you again?

I don't know.

What is there to see?

A great deal.

"Dear Sarah,

"I started this in the airport
lounge on my way home

"and probably won't finish it
before we take off.

"On Thursday in Mirat,
I talked to Dmitri.

"Before I left, he asked me
to give you his love,

"and then made us sit
for a moment on a couch

and say nothing."

"Shall I see Mirat again?

"But I thought today
in Ranpur

"of solving once and for all
the mystery of Hari Kumar.

"If he is a mystery.

"I went with that
little piece of paper

"on which Nigel had written
words and numbers,

"establishing a place
where Hari might be found.

"It wasn't easy.

"The taxi driver
demanded extra money

"for coming to such a spot,

"and the bizarre dialect was
difficult for me to understand.

"The usual beggars,

the appalling smell of animal
and human ordure."

Hello, sir.

Hello, hello.

Do you know this place?

Yes, I know this place.

Yes?

Come!

Come, sir.

Come, up the stairs...

Look here.

Kumar Sahib!

What is he saying?

He is saying that man
has gone to work.

Ask him when
he's coming back.

This man cannot say
when he's coming.

Well, when he comes...

Yes?

Will you bring him this?

Yes sir, I bring it
for your friend.

Good.

And here is baksheesh
for you.

No, sir, not to worry.

Come, I show you taxi.

Thank you.

"But I didn't know, Sarah, what harm or good I'd done.

"Have done.

"What the boy will tell him
of a man who came and went,

"a visitor from another world,
Perron Sahib.

"One of the departing Raj
who left his card.

"On to Delhi, then,

"for that long-awaited moment
of independence,

"though even as the
celebrations approach,

"the division
of the spoils continues.

"The riots and the awful
killings are still going on.

"All we can do, Sarah, is hope.

"Hope for the future,
for the millions,

and for India's tomorrow."

Long years ago, we made a tryst with destiny,

and now the time comes
when we shall redeem our pledge.

Not wholly or in full measure,
but very substantially.

At the stroke of the midnight
hour, when the world sleeps,

India will awaken
to light and freedom.

The moment comes which comes
but rarely in history,

when we step out
from the old to the new,

when an age ends

and when the soul
of a nation, long suppressed,

finds utterance.