♪
[man vocalizing]
[people shouting nearby]
[gunshots]
[shouting grows louder]
[horse nickers]
[shouting continues]
[gunshot, man grunts]
[shouting continues]
♪
[man grunts, woman screams]
[screaming, shouting]
[women shouting]
[gun cocks]
[fires gun]
[gasps]
♪
Who are you, stranger?
[breathing heavily]
John Beecham.
[leaves rustling]Beware!
[cocks gun, fires]
[faint horse whinnying]
♪
[woman vocalizing]
♪
[horse nickers]
♪
[wildlife chittering]
♪
[gun rattling]
♪
[Bindu singing in Hindi]
[birds cooing]
[men speaking Hindi]
♪
MOOL CHAND: Is our new master a nobleman from the south
or a Rajput from the north?
Is he a vegetarian or a meat eater?
I do not know, but what does it matter?
As long as this house is once again a home
and your kitchen a palace.
My work is done,
the house is cleansed, and blessed,
and ready for our new master.
I have had a vision--
he is tall and fair like a Kashmiri or Pathan.
You will see.
♪
[chatting in Hindi]
[speaking French indistinctly]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
[carriage approaching]
[knocking]RAM LAL: Open the gate.
Your new sahib is here.
Ah...
[metal clanging, door opening]
♪
[Mool Chand shouting in Hindi]
At last, he's here.
Gopal.
Unload then rest.
At dawn you leave for Calcutta.
Sahib.
I told you he was fair.
You said Kashmiri. He is an Englishman.
[people murmuring]
BAADAL: Welcome to Delhi, sahib,
it is an honor to meet you.
I am Baadal.
Pleasure to meet you, Baadal.
[John speaking Hindi]
[people murmuring]
[continues speaking Hindi]
[Baadal exhales, servants murmur]
This is Ram Lal,
trusted servant to...[baby crying]
[baby fussing]
♪
[servants whispering]
No one mentioned a baby is coming, sahib.
Baadal...
you will learn that I am a private man.
Now I should like to seethe house.
Of course, sir.
♪
BAADAL: Bring the trunks from the carriage.
♪
BINDU:What aboutthe women and baby?
We've only prepared a master's quarters.
[servants murmuring]
♪
Sahib,
we have prepared
the finest bed chamberin the house for you.
Where should I take the ladies?
No, the child and his attendantsshall have those quarters.
See that they do not want for anything.
♪
[cooing]
BINDU [whispering]:Did you see the child?
It is not fully European...
MOOL:Our English sahibis enjoying India
and all her pleasures. [chuckles]
Eh?
It will make a fine nursery.
Maya and Chanchal will sleep here.
Ram Lal will attend to them.
Baadal,
you will have to prepare
another room for my mother.
She is traveling from Englandand will arrive here very soon.
See that she hasall the comforts
that an elderly English Ladyrequires.
BAADAL:Traveling alone, sahib?
She must bea very brave lady.
You will discover that onecannot dissuade her
once her mind is seton any course.
We will treat herlike a Maharani, sahib.
JOHN:Quite.
Please.
[sizzling]MOOL: Get some more coriander.
Right away, sir.BAADAL: Beecham-sahib.
Meet Mool Chand.
Most important member of staff.
Your new cook.
I am a chef.
Not a cook.
My family are all chefs, since my great-grandfather.
Previously I used to work
for an English coloneland his family in Madras.
Ah.
I make him food from his home.
He taught me.
I make you the finest English dishes and puddings.
The envy of all of Europe.
Thank you, chef.
[baby fussing]
[fussing continues]
CHANCHAL:I need water.
Baadal will bring you everything you require.
Sahib, will you be taking dinner now?
Mool Chand has been preparing.No.
Please take food and water for the ladies.
For my dinner, I prefer just daal chawal.
[grunts]
♪
MOOL: Garlic rice?
What sort of Englishmaneats food like that!
♪
Mm.
Mm...
GOPAL: The food is very good.
[bracelets rattle]
How long have you been serving the gora-sahib?
Beecham-sahib is a very good man.
This is a veryblessed house.
We wish only for kind masters
whose karma path is good.
So if there is anything that weshould know about sahib's past
then you must tell us now.
He has told you.
Hey, will you let themeat in peace now, eh!
We are very lucky to havesuch a beautiful baby come here.
BAADAL:Bindu bhabhi,
let them eat, they've had a long journey.
Which of the ladiesis baby's mother?
[drops food]
Where we come from,
the staff do not ask such questions of the sahib.
You take care of your business and we will see to ours.
Come Gopal, we must take rest.
What did I say?
[birds chirping]
♪
[bird chirping]
♪
Good morning, Baadal.
Good morning, sir.
Please,let me show you the garden.
♪
[birds chirping]
♪
We'll turn this into a chapel for my mother.
An English chapel?
Very well, sahib.
I have not seen my mother in 12 years.
Now she has invited herself.
[distant shouting]
A mother cannot livewithout her son.
That is what my mother tells meevery time she see me.
Shukriya.
It is an invitation from one...
General Castillon.
Who is he?
Not a good man, sahib.
He is a French mercenaryfor the emperor.
He has eyes and ears everywhere.
[din of a bustling street]
♪
[elephant trumpeting]
[soldiers marching]
[man shouting orders]
[men shouting]
[shouting continues]
♪
[shouting continues]
[body drops loudly, man spits]
[shouting and cheering grows louder]
♪
[soldier speaking French]
♪
It is a great pleasure to meet you, Mr. Beecham--
or should I say Lieutenant Beecham?
Pleasure's mine,General Castillon.
I am surprised
news of my arrivalhas traveled so quickly.
It is my duty to inform the emperor of any movements
of British military men.
I am not who you take me to be.
CASTILLON:Oh...
But your timein the East India Company
has clearly borne fruit for you to acquire the house
of a grand noble.[pouring drink]
General, I am not a representative
of the East India Company,nor am I any longer
a lieutenant,I'm just John Beecham, esquire.
I left the Company years ago and set up a business...
to trade.
Your East India Company
also claims to trade, when the truth is you steal.
[exhales]
So the Company have their eyes on Delhi now.
Is Bengal not enough for them?
General,
India belongs to neither the British nor the French.
If the French departed there would be no one
to stop the British from taking all of India, yes?
General...
I am not like my countrymen.
S'il vous plaît...
The British never turn their back
on an opportunity they can exploit.
[speaking French]
Not in my blood.
And, I dare to hope,not in yours.
[places cup down]
That is a very fine ruby
of six carats.
From Ceylon I believe.
Exquisite color and clarity,
though, tragically,
it has been cut without much regards to its structure.
That's not the sort of knowledgeI would expect from a soldier.
General.
I stopped being a soldier to trade fairly, not pillage.
Only the emperor can grant foreigners a license to trade.
It has been the Mughal way for two centuries.
I would be delighted to introduce you.
Well, that would be
very kind of you.
Of course His Highness Shah Alam
would consider your trade license more seriously
if you work for him.
The emperor values loyalty above all.
Well, thank you.
[distant gunshot]
I shall do my bestto persuade the emperor
that my intentionsare honorable.
Thank you, for the cognac.
My pleasure.
♪
So...
John Beecham?
Is he friend or foe?
He is an agent of the Company.
The first weed is sent to spread and take over Delhi.
The British are never more treacherous
than when they espouse virtue.
[places cup down]
♪
[camel grumbling]
[children laughing]
[din of a bustling street]
♪
[indistinct chatter in Hindi]
[children giggling]
Exquisite colorand craftsmanship.
[items clattering, men shouting]
[women screaming]
[speaking Hindi, items shattering]
[people shouting, items shatter]
Rohillas, sahib--
bandits.
They will do anyone'sdirty work for payment.
[people shouting, objects shatter]
[shouting in Hindi]
MOOL: A lieutenant?
In Bengal.
BINDU: See, terrible deeds
of the East India Companyhave followed him here.
Shh!
No.
He left them behind him.
He had come here to trade.
[men shouting in Hindi]
[shouting continues]
♪
[man speaking Hindi]
Intruders!
♪
[man speaking Hindi]
BAADAL: They were in this area.
[leaves rustling, man shouts]
[leaves rustling]
♪
[rustling continues]
Who are they?
Rohillas.
[pats arm]
[speaking Hindi]
♪
What is happening?
We have never had intrudersin this house before.
♪
[birds chirping]
[men speaking Hindi indistinctly]
[Baadal speaking Hindi]
Tell the mali to cut down all this greenery.
There must be no hiding placefor intruders.
Yes, sahib.
Right away.
A bigger wall is neededaround the house, sahib.
No.
I did not come here to build walls.
That is a strategy for fools.
We must hire more guards.
Yes, sahib.
[woman humming, baby cooing]
[humming continues]
[humming stops]
[soft chuckle]
[baby cooing]
[whispering]:How is August settling in?
I will make sure he is safe and happy.
May I?
[softly]:Dearest August,I wish I had your peacefulness.
Sahib...
We have been given a new beginning.
For Agastya's sake...
we must forget the past.
[exhales]
MOOL [whispering]: A man should not be eating on his own.
Where is the sahib's wife?
[quietly]: I saw he has letters from London in his office.
Ah.
Maybe she's in England?
A loving wife's touchis what this empty house needs--
but what will he do
with the beautywho tends the baby?
She has a face so sweet
even your kheer will need no sugar if she looks upon it.
MOOL:One haughty look from herand my kheer will curdle.
[clears throat]
[places item down]
Baby has wind.
He needs ajwain.
And I need chilies for this foodyou are giving me.
My food does notneed chilies!
If you are feeding the baby,the milk will be...
I know my job.
A cook--Not cook, chef.
No more khichri.
I expect game, chicken, fish with Mughlai spices.
Thatis the standard I'm used to.
Of course Chanchal-bhai.
It will be an honor for chef to raise his standards
to those of a lady whoappreciates the highest quality.
[opens door]
Hey.[door creaks]
Are you only hereto serve Beecham-sahib...
or his wife too?
You must knowthe baby's mother?
When might she be coming?
Or maybe she is already here?
Watch your words, cook.
They are even more poisonous
than your food.
♪
[exhales]
MOOL:She will learnthat you cannot keep secrets
in a house like this.
[soft tap]
[chopping, grunting]
[chopping, grunting continues]
[chopping continues]
[speaking Hindi]
[grunting]
[breathing heavily]
If I ask for a job to be done, Baadal,
I expect it to be done.
[chopping continues]Sorry, sahib.
I will instruct the gardeners again.
But you must be careful in this heat.
You know...
[heavy breathing]
There is not a single daythat I miss being a soldier,
but I miss the sweat.
[heavy breathing]
What happened, sahib?
Does it pain you?
At times.
[heavy breathing]
It will fade with time, and the pain also.
[birds twittering]
[shouting in Hindi]
[ordering in Hindi]
[chopping continues]
Good day.
My servants reported
you had intruders last night,
I've come to offer help.
I'm Murad Beg. Your neighbor.
I hope you do not object to me
calling on you unannounced.No, not at all,
it's a pleasure. John Beecham.
I can send some of my guards
to watch over your estate.
An exceptionally kind offer, sir.
Thank you.
I'm hosting a partytomorrow night.
I hope you will honor uswith your presence.
I would be very grateful
to have an opportunity to know you better.
Until tomorrow then.
[birds chirping]
Baadal...
will he be a good neighbor?
He is a friend for you,sahib,
and cousin to Her Highness,the emperor's wife.
[chuckles]
[traditional music playing]
[men speaking Hindi]
[jewelry gently clinking]
♪
In a garden fullof beautiful flowers,
I see your eyes
have rested on the only English rose.
I was... I was surprised, that's all.
[chuckles]
It is a rarity in Delhi.
Come, I should liketo introduce you.
♪
Roshanara, come.
Mr. Beecham,this is my daughter, Roshanara,
and her teacher,
Miss Osborne.
ROSHANARA: Hello, Mr. Beecham, are you fond of dancing?
Delhi has the prettiest dancing girls in the whole of India.
I dare say they are.
MURAD:I believe you arethe first Englishman
Miss Osborne has seen in many months.
Or first Englishwoman I have seen in several years.
It is a pleasure to meet you,Miss Osborne,
where are you from?
Devon.
A beautiful part of the world.
Yes, I miss the countryside and the sea air.
Oh, and the raspberry creams I long for.
[chuckles]
My daughter's love for dancing
exceeds all else despite Miss Osborne's attempts
to introduce herto English literature.
Miss Osborne
is the finest governessin India.
[chuckles]She's transforming my daughter
into an accomplished lady,
and an insurrectionist.
An English insurrectionist
is the very last thing I expected to find
here in Delhi.
Father, I'd like to go backto the dancing now.
Of course, my dear.
Miss Osbourne.
Miss Osbourne, if I might be so bold, um...
My chef considers himself
an expert in the culinary arts of England,
I'm certain that he would be
delighted to present you with cakes from Devon.
[exhales]
CASTILLON:Good evening, Miss Osborne.
Mr. Beg, what an excellent fête.
General Castillon,
thank you for joining us.
This is Mr. Beecham.
I've already had the pleasure of meeting Lieutenant Beecham.
Miss Osborne,
you look particularly ravishingthis evening.
[band playing in the background]
So has Lieutenant Beecham told you of his wish
to introduce India's treasuresto the rest of the world?
Without the British East India Company.
MURAD:In the emperor's eyes,
you'll be tarredwith the same brush.
Why would he grant youa trade license?
JOHN: Because I also have
India's interests at heart, not just my own.
Well, that is admirablefor these times.
CASTILLON: The emperor
is dubious about Englishmen.
This is why he prefers the French.
[soft chuckle]
[band continues playing, indistinct chatter]
[speaking quietly in Hindi]Miss Osborne,
it seems your presenceis requested
by Begum Samru-sahiba.
[indistinct chatter]
Excuse me, gentlemen.
CASTILLON:Begum Samru seems very fond
of Miss Osborne.
It appears she has an interest in all things European.
She is not to be underestimated,
Begum Samru is a favoriteof the emperor,
he treats her like his own daughter.
General Castillon
has kindly offeredto introduce me to the emperor.
MURAD: Allow me to do that,
it would be my pleasure.
SAMRU: You seem to be possessed of great fortune,
you have two admirers.
[chuckles] I'm sure you are mistaken.
SAMRU: You must not feel like you must choose one or the other.
It's far more enjoyableto sample the delights of both.
♪
[din of a busy street]
[elephant trumpets]
♪
MURAD: Your Imperial Highness,
King of Kings.
Your Royal Highness Prince Akbar.
It gives me great pleasure to introduce you
to a friend of the court:
Lieutenant John Beecham.
Khushamdeed,Lieutenant Beecham.
I hope my kinsman has made you welcome.
It is unusual to receivean Englishman as a guest--
normally you arrive without an invitation.
[men in audience laugh]
Your Imperial Highness,
I am humbled by your presence and your land.
My ancestors have ruled it
for hundreds of years.
They've shed their bloodto keep what is theirs.
I will not allow the British East India Company
to take what is now mine.
The Company's policy for expansion is shameful--
I have severed ties with them.
They have no concerns beyond amassing wealth
for their shareholders.
Bengal was richer than all the wealth in England
until Clive and Hastings plundered it.
"In a land where the hand of friendship
"is taken for the sword,
"I gain solace from the sighs
of the quill as it gifts its lifeblood to the page."
Ah...
I have known many an Englishman
that spoke Farsi and Urdu.
But never one that knew my poetry.
Your Imperial Highness,
please do not see me as an enemy.
General Castillon does.
JOHN: The English say "day," the French say "night."
[chuckles]
JOHN: The numerous wars that we have waged over the centuries
are not easily forgotten.
EMPEROR:Well, let us hopethat the next war
is not a battle for Delhi--
for it is said that he who rules Delhi,
rules India.
Your Imperial Highness, I implore you,
judge me not by my flag,
but by my actions.
I love your country,
and I believe that India should be governed by Indians.
I wish only to trade
honorably with the beautiful objects
that are made here.
Please, grant me a license.
Your Imperial highness,
I see you have metthe new Englishman in Delhi.
Yes.
Lieutenant Beecham is a lover of the arts.
He wishes that I grant hima free trade license.
Surely you will not grant it,
knowing the Company
have Delhi in their sights.
Your Imperial Highness, I am your servant.
A British servant in my palace!
[emperor laughs, followed by audience]
Never in my life
have I been more sad to be blind.
[laughs]
Then serve me,Lieutenant Beecham.
The empress's birthdayapproaches.
Find the perfect gift for her
and maybe you shall have your license.
♪
Your Highness.
♪
Surelyyou will not grant it.
General, General,
I know you do not trust him.
Nor do I.
Then Your Highness...
Why offer to grant him a license?
EMPEROR:You forget,
India gave the world chess.
My first move was decisive.
If I refuse Beecham now,
the Company will proceed with their plans in secret.
We will watch Beecham closely until he makes a mistake.
♪
[birds chirping]
CHANCHAL: Please can I go to the bazaars
of the city tomorrow?
RAM LAL [quietly]: Your duty is to stay hidden.
Protect our identity.
Soon, maybe.
[birds chirping]
Chanchal-bhai...
May I bring something coolfor you today?
Sherbert, nimbu pani...?
I am fine.
Thank you.
If I can help you find comfort in your new home
in any way,
please, tell me.
[quietly]:I wish you could help meleave this house
so I can see some of Delhi.
Beecham-sahib would have to give permission.
Then we shall ask him.
Ram Lal will not take me.
And I would dieif I cannot see
the bazaars of the cityfor myself.
Will you take me?
Chanchal.
August needs you.
[August cooing]
[soft chuckle]
♪
[soft chuckle]
[Bindu gasps]
What is all this!
It is English mithai.
You cannot appreciate such culture.
Why is sahib going to all this trouble?
He's barely been in this city
and has already foundan English lady to bring home.
He is quite challu,no?
An English lady,
here to this house?
Our chef Mool Chandhas spent
all day making special English puddings for you.
I've heardhe is an excellent chef.
So have I-- he tells me every day.
[both laugh]
Beecham-sahib is on the way.
♪
[objects clattering nearby]
[exhales] Miss Osborne.
Welcome.
Thank you for your invitation, Mr. Beecham.
This is a magnificent house.
The courtyards and carvingsare exquisite.
Aye.
And how to nice it must beto sit here under the tree.
I found this swing in the bazaar.
Delhi is full of wonders.
[soft chuckle]
But now prepare to be transported from Delhi
back home to Devon.
[chuckling]:Oh my, how wonderful.
[clears throat]: Shukriya,Baadal.
Mool Chand's famousbread pudding, scones,
plum pudding, and raspberry creams.
Shukriya.
I have yet to see Mool Chand
beam so for a guest.[Margaret chuckles]
[exhales]
Please.
From Devon.
[both chuckling]
So buttery.
[chuckles]
BAADAL [quietly]:Look how happy sahib is...
His is not the face of a manwith a wife somewhere.
At least, not a wife he likes.
[laughing]
I am indebted to you
for allowing meto reveal myself
as a homesick ladywith a sweet tooth.
I perfectly understand what it feels like
to hanker for home comforts.
Murad Beg tells me thatyou've been building a chapel.
I should like to see itif I may.
It would be delighted to show you.
[chuckles]
[both chuckle]
[birds twittering]
I did not have an opportunity
to inquire when we met,
what brought you to Delhi?
I wanted a fresh start.
I worked with the East India Company
for many years, but I left.
Why?
I have a conscience.
And you?
A lone woman in Calcuttais a rarity,
but in Delhi, an impossibility.
My brother traveled to Indiato seek his fortunes.
I saw it as an opportunityto seek adventure.
That is most admirable and brave.
Brave or foolhardy?
He left Delhi abruptly whenhe accrued significant debts.
He abandoned you?
I am so sorry.
One becomes accustomedto the folly of siblings.
Thankfully, Mr. Begwas in need of a governess
when I was most in needof a position.
♪
MARGARET:Your chapel is wonderful.
Well, you are welcome to visit and pray at your leisure.
Thank you.
I have a request,
if you will.
I know that we have just met, but I am in...
I am in great need.
My mother
will be arriving in Delhi in a few days
and I would be very grateful
if you could be here when she arrives,
to help her settle.
I know that it would be a great comfort to her...
and to me.
[birds chirping]
I would be honored.
♪
[people chattering loudly] ♪
BAADAL:Your mother will be well takencare of, sahib, do not worry.
Bindu will beher special maid.
Miss Osbornewill be her friend.
And-and the babywill make her happy.
[people shouting, indistinct animal sounds]
♪
Mother.
♪
HENRIETTA BEECHAM: I dreamt of the time
we would be together again,
I feared it would never come,
I-I had lost you to India forever.
How much I have missed you!
You have turned into a fine gentleman.
Your beard sits most handsomely on your face.
And you are as strong and robust as ever.
Thank the Lord for your safe arrival.
It has been a long and trying journey,
more eventful than a carriage
from London to Bath I dare say.
Oh... Violet-- oh!
Smelling salts, please.
Of course, Mrs. Beecham.
But there are bandits and highway men everywhere,
Mrs. Beecham, dear.
I for one have enjoyedevery moment of our adventure.
Do you remember Violet?
Oh, you won't remember,
but the last time we met was many years ago.
Violet is Katherine Woodhouse's daughter.
She traveled with me to keep me company,
I should not have survived,
but for her kindness.
I am very grateful to you, Miss Woodhouse.
I do remember you now,
as a young girl with pig tails and rosy cheeks.
I believe you laughed a lot.
HENRIETTA: She has a happy disposition
and kept me entertainedon many a rough night.
Well, I am very grateful, for you keeping my mother company.
I thank you, John, and I am looking forward
to a bath and making myself presentable.
Well, please.
SAMUEL:A hand would be welcome,Lieutenant!
[Henrietta chuckles]
Captain Samuel Parker? What on earth...?
[laughs]
Mother, did you knowwe were acquainted?
I did, indeed.
Captain Parker called on me in London last year.
London?HENRIETTA: Yes, he was looking for you
and we met again in the port in Calcutta, and he insisted
on delivering us safely to you.My dear old friend,
I could not have planned it better myself.
Come.
♪
[camel brays]
[horse nickers]
♪
[horse whinnying]
♪
[speaking Hindi]
Ooh...Steady.
Good gracious!
This is beyond all expectation.
It is a palace fit for a queen,
all the British nabobs are buying enormous estates
like this back home.
Some are even buying Parliament seats
with their Indian fortunes.
Why not build a mansion such as this in Surrey?
Mother,I am not one of these nabobs
that comes to Indiato prosper and flee.
HENRIETTA:Twelve yearssince you left me,
barely a wordin the last three
since you becamea wandering tinkerman.
Ooh!
But now my fears are all allayed.
Oh, Miss Osborne,
thank you for comingto greet my mother.
John has been so looking forwardto your arrival.
And how, pray, do you know my son?
I am his neighbor.
JOHN: Come, Mother.
We have preparedsome refreshments for you.
Hm.
[scoffs]
[exhales] Shukriya,Baadal.
Samuel, perhaps something slightly stronger?
Yes, please.
My friend, I am so grateful foryour kindness towards my mother.
You cannot imaginehow pleased I am to see you.
The Company was never the same
after you resigned and disappeared.
I have missed you.And I you.
Tell me: what news of England?
[sighs] It rains.
The Prince of Wales is getting married.
Warren Hastings was acquitted
and the Company got off scot free.
It's not surprising,
Parliament takingthe East India Company to trial
over their misdeedswas a charade.
The hypocrisy sickens me.[places decanter down]
I was called to give evidence
against the Company-- you were, too--
but no one knew where to find you.
I received a dishonorable discharge.
They have spread rumors
and they have sullied my name.
Samuel... I am so sorry.
[wry chuckle]
♪
[exhales]
Please excuse mefor just a moment.
Mm.
[quietly]: Do not worry, dear,
a governess is no competition for you.
John is every bitas handsome and considerate
as you said he was.
[chuckles]
I told you that horrific journeywould pay dividends.
It will be a perfect union.
Why did you journey back to India?
SAMUEL: Well...
[sighs]
I lost any money I made in an investment--
the entire cargo sankwhen an Indiaman ran aground.
Future employment in England is impossible for me.
So my hope is that a Maharaja here will...
I don't know, ignore my past?
Or perhaps I'll go outon my own,
follow your example.
John, you have done well.
When I left the Company, Samuel,
I learned so much about the trading business
that existed for hundreds of years
before the Europeans built their monopolies.
You always had an eye like no other Englishman.
Is there any chance you might bein need of a worker
who knows the taste
of the nabobs with new money to burn?
No, I do not need a worker.
Oh.
But...
[moves glass]
I am in great need of a trustworthy partner.
A partner?
It is, I think, the very least I can do.
This house is as impressive as its owner.
As we agreed,John is a fine match, yes?
[chuckles]
[August crying in the distance]
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[crying continues]
HENRIETTA:John?
Whose baby is that crying so?
Please, Mother.
Please wait there.
[distant crying continues]
♪
Why are you holding that child?
He looks...
...native.
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Are you the father?
Who is the mother?
Are you married?
Mother...
This is August.
August Beecham--
your grandson.
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[indistinct chatter, birds twittering]
[Maya speaking Hindi, August cooing]
HENRIETTA [quietly]: This is a most peculiar way
to treat an infant. [sighs]
How cold John make no mentionof it before we set sail?
VIOLET:I must admit Mrs. Beecham,
I am shocked by the predicamentyour son finds himself in.
As am I, Violet.
I fear I do not know my own son...
VIOLET: Do not lose heart.
He is a kind and loving son.
There is a baby,
there does not seem to be a wife.
I will get to the bottom of this.
John may yet make a fine match for you.
JOHN: Mother, I did advise you
that now was perhaps not the best time
to come to India, but you insisted.
HENRIETTA [chuckling]: On the contrary, John,
I wish I had come sooner.
I might have secured your personal life
to be more in keepingwith that
of an English gentleman.
Well, now, surely Baadal can tempt you with something.
You must be so very hungry.[groans]
How can you stand to eat in this insufferable heat?
India does grow on you, Mrs. Beecham.
If you give it time.
And you, Miss Woodhouse, how did you sleep?
I trust you were comfortable.
[clears throat]: Very comfortable,
Mr. Beecham.
It is a pleasure to be off that boat
and in the comfort of such a fine house.
It is a delight to have your cheerful disposition
grace us here.
[cutlery clanging]
[sighs]
Mother, surely, there is something I can do
to ease your settling in?Mmm...
I should like to see Daniel,
and I pray he is still at least
the son I recognize.
I have made several inquiries of Daniel's whereabouts.
He has either left Calcutta
or is indeed making it very difficult
for me to find him.HENRIETTA: Why would he not
want to communicatewith his own brother?
Mother, Hindustan is an enormous land.
Our paths have not yet crossed.
Daniel seems very happy
serving in the East India Company.
I was not.
But now that you are here,
I will write to him again
imploring him to come and see you.
If you will excuse me.
Mrs. Beecham...
Miss Woodhouse.
[exhales]
Ma'am?Oh! No!
I didn't want to getyour mother's hopes up,
as she asked me to seekyour brother out in Calcutta.
But... I did hear reports
he's on a Company expedition
in Kannauj.
Kannauj?
That's only a ride away from Delhi.
It's the ideal position forthe Company to mount an attack.
The British military presence on Delhi's doorstep
is a direct provocation.
Must be on guard, John.
If General Castillondiscovers your brother's
with the Company in Kannauj,
he will not look on itfavorably.
Yes.
He would no doubt inform the emperor
and advise him against granting my trade license.
Shall we?
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[birds twittering]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[laughter]
♪
[laughter]
[hookah bubbling]