The Jewel in the Crown

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.

(engine revving) 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.

(engine starts) 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... (speaking Urdu) (shouting) GUY: Go on!

MEN: Come on!

Come on, Sarge!

He's a bloody nuisance!

(speaking Urdu) (applause) 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.

(laughing) 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.

(retching) 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.

(rattling) 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.

NIGEL: Oh, that would be nice, yes.

MILDRED: 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.

NIGEL: 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.

HARI: 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 a country, it is two countries.

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.

(engine cranking) 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.

(banging outside) 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.

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

(train horn blowing) 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 and wanted!

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...

GUY: 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.

(birds chirping) (sitar music playing) Namaste.

Namaste.

(soft echoes of ballroom music) (piano notes ring out) (door creaking) 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.

(laughs) 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.

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.

SARAH: Playing cricket?

GUY: Yes.

I remember him very well.

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