This is Masterpiece.

Sir, stop!

HAWTHORNE: She's saying I attacked her and she did this?

ANNOUNCER: Previously on "Indian Summers."

She didn't do anything.

She's telling fibs!

Oh, what a Muddle!

ALICE: He's teaching my son to hate me.

I always loved you.

All the time we were apart, your face was right before my eyes.

You lied!

You lied and you lied!

RALPH: But amongst the dead: Naresh Banerjee.

Are you sure?

He left me like this, so I want him found and I want him punished.

ANNOUNCER: "Indian Summers, ♪ ♪ (water dripping) (door slams) MADELEINE: Ten... Nine... (children giggling) MAN: Quick, in here.

MADELEINE: Eight...

Seven... Six.

I'm hiding!

Percy, that is not a hiding place!

Come.

Five.

RALPH: What did you tell the police?

DOUGIE: The truth.

That Leena worked at the Mission School for a time.

And Adam, in service here?

Yes.

And Mrs. Raworth?

When is the baby due?

Any day now.

Hmm.

So here's what I propose.

Tomorrow morning, at first light, you will take Adam down to Delhi-- I'll arrange a car to collect you from the plague post-- and you can stay at my rooms on Connaught Circle.

Bhupi, you will accompany Mr. Raworth.

And you will look after him as you would myself.

As you wish, sahib.

Why is it that every time you make me an offer I can't refuse, I feel sick to my stomach?

Good day, Mr. Whelan.

Now you listen to me.

If you care a jot about that woman, you better tell her that man Hawthorne will be savage in the defense of his good name.

And once he's done destroying her, Adam will be next, I can promise you.

Hawthorne attacked her.

It's the truth!

We're not in chapel now, Mr. Raworth.

You had a duty of care to protect her.

We took her in!

Where was your precious duty of care when you sent that woman packing the day your wife got back from England?

It was Leena's choice to go.

Oh, really, and why was that?

Was she somehow neglectful in her duties?

Was she asleep on the job, or cruel or callous to the children in the school?

Do you think I don't blame myself?

Every day I'm burning with shame.

The minute that boy goes into custody, his life will be over and there'll be nothing you or I can do to save him.

Wait!

Sir.

Forgive me for crashing in.

Rowntree.

What a pleasant surprise.

Just after a private word.

Yes?

Yes.

With regards to a member of your household.

Oh, the houseboy!

Madeleine, where is the houseboy?

Your sister took him off to the tailors-- I told you honey-- for a new coat.

(chuckling): Evidently we were overfeeding him.

ROWNTREE: I wonder if you might walk him over.

I just need to ask him a few questions.

Happy to.

Thank you, sir.

Uncle!

Will you help him now?

(moaning) (humming) Did they find him yet?

Did they find who, dear?

The boy!

The boy.

He's the one who did this to me-- not the woman.

They find him, and people will see this was an attack on a government official.

Well, I'm sure everyone's doing all they can.

It's not enough.

What do you say, Kaiser?

Shall we bring in the army?

Well, it's not a bad idea.

Well, for Christ's sake, get a move on, man!

Go on, slap it on.

That's it, nice and thick.

(moaning) (quietly): That's right.

May I ask, what do you put in the skin medicine?

Oh, just a drop of vinegar, that's all.

(Hawthorne groaning) Well, maybe it was more of a glug.

Well, it was good enough for our Lord on the cross.

Who knows?

It may bring his lordship nearer the light.

Oh, would you look at the state of my lawn?!

You'll like Delhi.

We'll miss you.

Bags all packed for tomorrow?

Yes, sahib.

Don't do that.

Will Leena-auntie come and visit?

She'll certainly give it a try.

Where is she?

She's quite safe.

Whatever happened, it was a nasty old dream.

But now you've woken up.

See?

We're your family now.

Huzzah!

Get off my ship!

Huzzah!

And this old thing belonged to my father-- your grandfather.

Here.

(chuckles) Was his head very big?

Yes!

Yes, it was.

He drank a bit too much.

Made it a bit sore.

My sister and I used to run and hide.

Still.

I want you to take this.

As a keepsake.

Ah-- of course.

Who is this?

Can't you guess?

That's my mother.

She always was a giggler.

(chuckles) Can you guess who that is?

You, sahib?

Yes.

Me, sahib.

I'd forgotten we had this.

Who tore it?

And where's the rest of the picture?

There's the mystery.

Miss Prasad's belongings?

Yes, sahib.

And this is all she had?

So it seems.

What are these?

Sent to Miss Prasad.

They're all written by Adam.

Yes, sahib.

Well, we can't have Mr. Rowntree discovering all this.

Burn them.

No, wait.

Let me see that photograph again.

I want you to do something for me.

(squawking) (loud tapping) (keys jingling) How do I look?

(snorts) (chuckling): Like a crazy woman.

Tell me something.

What?

What did you ever see in him?

My husband?

You know, I think he was the first man to ever pay me a compliment.

No, not even that.

I had no one growing up-- no one but a great-aunt and an absent brother.

Nobody ever told me it was all right to say no.

(dogs barking) (loud rumbling) Get me out of here.

(loud thuds, glass shattering) (bell tolling) CHARLIE: Alice?

Has anyone seen Alice?

Christ!

Alice!

Everybody all right?

Alice!

(children crying) CHARLIE: Alice!

Where is she?

Alice!

Alice!

(baby crying) RALPH: It's all right.

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

It's all right!

Here I am.

Where have you been?

We've all been going out of our minds.

Out.

I went out.

I couldn't sleep.

There was a dog barking.

Didn't you hear it?

Yes!

I heard it.

RALPH: Oh God, yes, me too.

Chasing monkeys halfway up the mountain-- usual story.

Look at the state of you.

What happened?

It was just a tremor.

Happens all the time.

Don't make a fuss.

Mummy's perfectly fine.

RALPH: Outside.

Bhupi, lead on!

Memsahib, follow me.

What?

Good for you.

(loud clanging) (door opens) AAFRIN: Where is everyone?

Everyone well?

Alive.

Here.

Ma wanted to send out a search party.

I said don't bother.

Listen to me.

Kaira is at rest.

I don't want to hear it.

The man who shot her is dead.

How do you know?

He was killed by an army rifle.

In Karachi.

So, what will you do now?

I will start again.

I'll be the brother you deserve.

I hope so.

I miss him.

DARIUS: Aafrin!

Where have you been?

We've been so anxious.

Thank God you're safe!

I was at the bazaar, helping.

Great help, I'm sure.

Are you all right?

Look at his eyes, Daddy.

He's half asleep.

Thank you.

You know, the past two years were very testing for your mother.

She had nothing to fear.

Yes, I know, but... she was convinced that you would never return.

Or if you did, you would be as I was after the war.

Somehow... broken.

Some stranger, not yourself.

But I am quite well.

No.

Not well.

The heart is gone.

Well, not quite gone-- surrendered, given up.

Did I give you too much freedom?

Baapi... How did I not show you that happiness can be simple, easily won, nobody has to be hurt?

Who is hurt here?

I am not hurt.

No, Aafrin.

Too much.

Not just another man's wife.

But... What?

No, that's all.

No-- please, be honest.

You mean because she is English?

(sighs) Aafrin.

We are Parsi-- friendly to East and West-- but still we have our own traditions.

Tradition?

No, no, it is more than that.

Say it, Baapi.

It's not the thing to do.

That's all.

How can you of all people say that, when it was you, my father, who raised me to believe these British are our best hope.

Look, I'm not... "One shelf," do you remember?

"One shelf of a British library is worth all that we can think or do."

So it is-- we may not wish it, but I stand by that.

You said they were our best friends in the world.

So they are.

So why may I not love my friend?

You're twisting my words!

Forgive me, Father, but whatever you say, in your own heart, you know that is a lie.

We are not these people's friends.

In the end, we are what?

We are their subjects.

Their subjects.

"And never the twain shall meet."

Can this be my boy?

Can my own boy speak with so much spite?

Forgive me, Father.

But I will not give her up.

Not for you.

Not for anything in the world.

I'm sorry.

(man chanting Muslim prayer) ♪ ♪ Sir!

AAFRIN: Message, sir.

From Colonel Matheson with the First Queen's in Baluchistan.

"Massive earthquake... "Attempting to enter city... "Roads destroyed...

Quetta."

That's it?

That's all we've got?

(people shouting) MAN: Please stay back, people!

DOUGIE: We have to get to Delhi.

You're not hearing me.

We have to go on!

Right now!

But the road is not to be passed, sahib.

Why ever not?

We have to get to Delhi!

Landslides!

Let's go.

Go, go, go, go.

RALPH: I felt it, the tremor-- did you?

AAFRIN: Yes, it must have been around 3:00.

And yet we are... 500 miles from Quetta.

RONNIE: There are 80,000 people stuck in the mountains.

RALPH: God help them.

Excuse me.

DOUGIE: Roads are all blocked.

So what's to be done?

If the boy is to be protected, let's get him somewhere safe.

(humming) There we are.

Mummy won't know you, will she?

(continues humming) CHARLIE: Morning, Muddle.

Yes.

Morning it is, only just.

I thought you'd be at work.

Looks dandy, don't you think?

Sumitra?

Could you take Percy away, please?

Come, baby.

Thank you.

But I'm still hungry!

SUMITRA: What shall we play?

How could you?

Lad felt like a change.

Hurt me.

Not him.

Word of advice: take a bath.

You smell rather like my breakfast.

(breathing heavily) Would you mind awfully going upstairs for a minute?

In you go, in you go.

There we are.

Lie down.

No, face down.

Don't move.

Don't move!

Don't move!

Eyes closed.

Eyes closed!

Just tell me why you're trying to make me do this.

The truth is, you do it yourself.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, I'm not having that.

You are the one who took our only child and you ran off with him out here.

To this place, to these... wretched people.

We were perfectly happy.

You ruined it all.

No.

You were happy.

I was drowning.

Now I'm not.

You can do whatever the hell you like.

(relieved sigh) Wait!

This door remains shut.

No one in, no one out.

Hand?

(chickens clucking) Miss Dalal?

What are you doing here?

Oh, you think this sort of work beneath me?

Not at all.

It's fine, charitable work.

There would be no need for charity if the state took right and proper care of the downtrodden.

I think someone has been reading Mr. McLeod's precious pamphlets?

Don't be ridiculous.

I have a mind of my own.

That is painfully evident.

Of course, we are all too vulgar for a gentleman of your standing.

Not at all.

Far from it.

See?

I can jolly well muck in with the best of them.

Yes.

Mind your shoes.

DOUGIE: So you just stay indoors, just for a couple of days, till we know what we're doing.

We came as quick as we could.

Yes, Ralph called ahead.

Let's get him inside, out of sight.

What are you going to do with him?

I don't know.

Adam.

You be good.

Welcome home.

Memsahib.

When is Leena-auntie coming?

Oh.

Soon, I expect.

Please, please don't do that.

Come on.

She will not come here again.

They say she burned the British man.

And now, because of this, because of you, she will go to prison for many years to come.

(tapping loudly) Al?

He wants her locked up, does he?

No matter.

Sahib.

What?

Mr. Charlie said...

I don't care what he said.

Hello, brother.

(phone rings) It's all right, I've got it.

(phone rings) ROWNTREE (on phone): Hello, sir.

Rowntree!

I hope you don't mind my ringing you at home?

No.

Quite all right.

Look sir, the fact is... We had a visitor.

RALPH: Oh, yes?

And who was that?

You know I'd be more comfortable talking it over in person.

If you have five minutes to spare?

Thank you for letting us know.

Thank you, sir.

Madeleine!

Would you come here a moment?

What's the matter?

DOUGIE: But why not just tell them the truth?

It was an accident.

Adam didn't know what he was doing and the judge will see that.

I pled guilty.

There is nothing to be said.

The boy cannot be harmed.

And what about you?

You'll go to prison for ten years!

You think I don't know that?

The truth of the matter is, I knew what that man wanted.

I knew and I was willing to let it happen.

Rubbish.

Just once, I thought, this one time, let my so-called pretty face do me good, and then I can go to London, live in a fine house, with the daughter and all the children, just as he promised.

No!

This is not you.

I am sorry to disappoint.

You more than anyone.

You silly man.

(speaking Hindi) Leena.

Look after Adam.

One day when we are gone, he will be all that is left of us.

ROWNTREE: Yessir, a curious day.

First thing, bright and early, I had a fresh confession, under oath, volunteered to me by Miss Prasad.

A change of heart, or so I thought.

Do you mind if I...

Yes, I don't see why not.

Thank you.

The accused accepts sole blame for the attack and so on.

Her lawyer?

Has he seen this?

No, Miss Prasad has dismissed the lawyer.

She intends to plead guilty.

Ah.

And then?

And then I received a visit.

From the houseboy?

Yes, and he... Well, he tells a very different story.

So, I thought it was best to telephone you straight away, sir.

Thank you, Rowntree.

And the boy, has he made a formal statement about his part in all this?

Not yet, no.

But you know, it's not our place to intervene.

You should act entirely as you see fit.

Good of you to say so, sir.

Uh... May we look in on him before we go?

Only Madeleine has grown very fond of the little fellow.

Yes, I'm afraid I have.

RALPH: Stop it, will you?

Stop that.

All right.

Now, why don't you tell me, clearly, what you think happened.

The man hit Leena-auntie.

He hit her and he was ripping her dress.

Yes, and then?

I hit him back.

With the hurricane lamp?

Yes, sahib.

Don't!

Don't call me that.

ADAM: And then the lamp, it broke and the man went on fire and I pushed him.

And you hurt your hands.

Yes, sa... Father.

All right.

Now, did Leena ask you to strike the man?

No.

Are you quite sure?

Perhaps you can't remember?

I cannot bear it.

Bear what?

Always they are hitting her and beating her and fighting with her.

Leena?

Who was hurting Leena?

Not Leena.

Amma.

Mummy.

RONNIE: We've had wire from the First Queen's Regiment up in Quetta.

The earth split in two.

Corpses lying in the hot sun.

Civil lines, railway-- not a brick left standing in the entire city.

STELLA: Imagine... what if it happened right here to us.

RONNIE: Only a few survivors.

A hill town erased in one night.

There must be something more we can do to help them?

Surely?

CHARLIE: Alice!

Alice!

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

Well, I don't know, darling.

I suppose you could say I felt like it.

Did you bring your checkbook?

We're making donations.

(quietly): Stop!

Stop!

Who let you out?

I did.

She was to be left in her room.

I gave strict instructions to that effect.

What, are you drafting an official letter?

She's a woman, not a deposit.

Alice is unwell.

A doctor and a bank manager.

We're lucky to have you.

My wife.

My house.

Well, for the time being, at any rate.

You do look cold.

Insatiable!

(chuckles) Come on, darling.

Let's get you home, hmm?

Come on.

ROSHANA: Such a beautiful woman, but she's so troubled.

Do you know that poor fellow is husband number two?

Enough tittle-tattle, Ma, for God's sake.

Aafrin!

It's all right, sweetie.

Please.

If you'll all excuse me?

I'm a little weary.

Baapi?

Shall I walk you home?

No, thank you.

Go, Shamshad.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with him.

CYNTHIA: No, no, no, no.

Ah, Mrs. Coffin!

May I say you don't look a day older.

Look, McLeod, I don't know which part of my last letter was unclear, but your membership here has been revoked.

Yes, for the entire span of your colorful life.

So may I kindly suggest that you bugger off back to your countless wives and unspeakable hygiene before I call the police?

But I'm not here as a member of the club.

I'm here for you.

(scoffs) I find that very, very hard to imagine.

I'm donating, for the Earthquake Fund.

Those poor suffering folk, we're all bound to do what we can, eh?

Well, personally speaking, I'd rather the earth swallowed me whole than take anything you had to offer.

But you're swallowing it whole even as we speak, Mrs. Coffin.

That tea in your hand.

Did nobody tell you?

It's from my own crop.

Cheers!

That one's on the house.

You're welcome.

Kaiser!

I need you.

Where's Ralph?

Good news.

No such thing.

Tell him.

The accused has seen the error of her ways.

There will be no defense-- she pleads guilty.

And the trial will be moved far away to the district court in Lucknow and that will be the end of it.

Have they found the boy yet?

They have.

Ah, progress!

Well, let's jolly well get him in front of a judge.

Yes, why not indeed?

The woman and I were in the room.

Perfectly civil.

In comes the boy, who launches a vicious, unprovoked attack.

Those are my terms.

Your terms?

That's not how these things work.

No, no, no, it's perfectly sensible.

There you are.

Well, as luck would have it, the boy's made a statement of his own.

Which is what?

RALPH: Are you sure you're up to this, sir?

Just get on with it.

According to him, that you attacked the woman.

I did not.

No, quite right.

Not attacked, you were "forcing yourself against her."

"Up against."

Quite right.

Yes, "up against her."

So I've spoken with the district superintendent and kindly asked him if he would hold fire for an hour or two, because well, in the end, it's entirely up to you.

It seems to me what we have here is a choice: we prosecute the woman alone, no perceptible stain on your honor, or we prosecute the woman and the child together and there is this snag of the statement.

He's a child.

Can't he be made to retract?

No, no.

But... it occurred to me, if you were to change your statement, say there was no child in the room, the boy's own account would no longer pertain.

You could be on your way home before the day is out and we could all put this whole business behind us.

What would you say to that, sir?

What about justice?

Where's the justice?

You want Miss Prasad to plead guilty to something she didn't do?

Me lie here in hell-- in hell.

And the boy walks free to carry on maiming whoever.

I mean, I'm just thinking about the next poor bugger.

No, I'm not standing for it.

No, he has to pay.

Surely you can see that?

I'm thinking of your good name and nothing else.

Reflect on it.

And as I said before, it's entirely up to you in the end.

IAN: Miss Dalal.

My God, you're a sight for sore eyes.

I'll be honest, I secretly hoped I might run into you.

And I you.

I mean, I didn't... Well, I did not expect, but it's a...

Pleasure to see you, too.

(chuckles) Though I've a nasty feeling my stay here will be cut short any minute now.

There are enemies abroad, you might say.

(chuckles) Oh.

Mr. Khan!

Are you judging the roses today?

(chuckling): Not at all.

The truth is, I have little sense of smell.

What nonsense!

Did you not try blowing your nose, Mr. Khan?

Oh, very good, yes.

There we go, give it a good blast.

Yes, I did try that, many times, but without success.

It's clean, I promise.

The fact is, I have confounded all doctors, but I always hope, you see, something will enter in.

Yes, and are you here for work?

Well, in part.

The Viceroy will be making an announcement of some kind.

What a scoop!

I can see the earthquake in Quetta will come a poor second to the spoken word of His Excellency.

Not at all.

And with the King's Jubilee almost upon us, you must be planning something very special for that occasion, Mr. Khan.

There will be one or two photographic collectables.

(snorts) Here he comes now.

SOONI: Duty calls.

I should, yes.

Oh, Mr. Khan.

When will you rise to the occasion?

(bagpipes playing "God Save the King," crowd applauding) CYNTHIA: Oh, here he comes.

Old Rigor Mortis.

What an honor.

(chuckles) Sweetie?

(chuckles) Oddest thing.

Al's got herself a young man-- apart from the husband, I mean.

VICEROY: Whelan!

Your Excellency.

Go on, off you go.

Before he starts to stiffen up.

You knew?

What?

About Alice's man?

Yeah.

Who is he?

Well, he's down there.

RALPH: Ronnie?!

Oh, Jesus wept.

No.

A shade to the right.

Lieutenant Roberts.

First name, Roger.

Oh, he's got plenty to go around.

Legend has it he's better equipped than Kaiser's kitchen.

I mean, I should have told you, love, I'm sorry.

It's just that I didn't want to upset you, that's all.

Anyway, I say jolly good for her.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Good for her, all right.

Off you go.

Your daddy would be very proud.

VICEROY: Early this morning, an earthquake shattered the peace of our nation.

All we can say for certain at this point is that countless lives are lost.

But thanks to the diligence of our Indian Army, no effort will be spared.

But we must all play our part.

Yes, even here in our summer capital.

And to that end, we have today established a fund for the relief of the victims of Quetta.

Whether British or Indian, we're all fellows in tragedy.

So, now I call upon each of us to offer the hand of friendship.

(bagpipes playing) (softly): Wakey, wakey.

Bloody noise!

It's time for your skin medicine.

No Kaiser?

Oh, he's too busy.

So, have you decided yet?

What to do?

No.

It's a heavy burden I carry.

Oh, is it?

I only wanted to help that young woman, you see.

There's no harm in that.

Better, Your Lordship?

Yes.

Thank you.

Perhaps under the circumstances, you might call me Edward.

I've been thinking...

The mendacity of that child, the necessity for justice, the guilty shall go punished.

Not this time, Edward.

Oh, and why's that?

(whispering): It's time you went home, where you will give Mr. Whelan a glowing report.

What makes you think I'm going to do that?

You were seen.

By the boy?

By me.

Termites, that's the trouble.

Boring holes in the wood.

They're eating us alive.

But they do afford me a very, very good look at my guests.

(swing music playing) HAWTHORNE: I told the police there was no boy.

It was all the woman's doing.

RALPH: Very good, sir.

♪ ♪ Let me know how you get on back in London.

Your progress will depend on how well you manage to steer the princes round to this bill.

I'll play my part.

Oh, I'd do a bit more than that if I were you.

(taps stick) Ride on.

RALPH: Thank you.

After you, sir.

(Hawthorne grunting) You'll be pleased to get home, I imagine?

Still, it was an eventful trip.

Your poor wife, she'll be in for the most dreadful shock.

And your daughter-- Anna, is it?

Still stuck for a governess.

Assuming she ever needed one.

Fear not, Whelan.

You can count on my full support.

Thank you, sir.

Perhaps it's true what people say.

Perhaps a touch more class wouldn't have gone amiss, in the end.

What do you say to that?

Stay out of the sun, old man.

ADAM: Auntie!

MADELEINE: Adam!

(Naresh speaking Bengali) Aafrin, you remember your old colleague.

I'm afraid I've been keeping your father up with my Bengali.

Not at all.

It's always a pleasure to hear Gurudev recited as he should be.

Please, if you will excuse me, I'll take my leave.

Until next time, sir.

Good evening.

What?

I heard you were dead.

Shot dead in Karachi.

Not dead.

Not quite, my friend.

Not until our time has come.

Time for what?

Time to light the fuse.

And when all the lords and ladies meet and greet to toast the King, we are going to blow them all to kingdom come.

Are you ready?

Funny.

It's been eating away at me where I'd seen the other bit of that picture.

Yeah.

What is my mother doing with that man?

With Reggie?

What does it mean?

Oh, love.

Did you never think?

H-he's...

Yes.

Yeah.

He's your daddy.

All these years, not one word.

Well, what good would it have done?

My own mother?

How could she?

Reggie wasn't a bad man, despite what you might have heard, but he... well, he did have a certain way about him.

Very persuasive, he was, when he went after something.

And he went after her.

Your mummy.

I mean, he didn't mean any of it, certainly sure of that.

It was fine sport for him.

But she... Well, I'm afraid she made herself quite unwell over him.

We all did, in our different ways.

But those two, my God, they were past caring, you see.

Much as I could do to keep things decent.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

I deserve that.

I've been living with this for so long.

I'm just glad it's out.

Don't get up!

Just give it time, Ralph.

It's bound to take a few days.

But I want to tell you something.

He would have been so proud to see what you are.

(Ralph walking away) You are... the very figure of a man.

You... You're a proper gentleman.

That meant the world to him.

(sniffs) (sighs) (sighing): Ralphie.

Ralphie.

Next time on Masterpiece.

The King Emperor.

ALL: The King Emperor!

Banerjee is here at Simla, and I'm quite certain he means to strike at the heart of this Jubilee picnic.

You don't mind joining our little protest?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

You have to tell me, where is it?

Where is the bomb?

ANNOUNCER: "Indian Summers," next time on Masterpiece.

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