A Suitable Boy

It was all a mistake. I love you and you really owe me an apology.

We are a Hindu nation.

Muslims have their own country now.

Tasneem.

I don't want him anywhere near that house.

I think he might be just the boy for Lata.

May I write to Lata, Mrs Mehra?

Of course, Haresh.

Dagh Sahib.

She's sent for me.

I think you are a lipstick girl.

Go away!

Pran!

Bhaskar!

Bhaskar.

Sister.

Bhaskar Tandon!

We find him.

Bhaska-a-a-a-r!

Bhaskar Tandon.

Bhaskar Tandon.

Professor Kapoor?

Oh, my God.

He's alive.

Ma! Savita!

Bhaskar?

Is he all right?

You knew my name?

I'm a student at the university.

I know Lata.

Kabir Durrani.

Oh, thank you.

My Bhaskar.

Thank you so much.

Ma!

Thank you.

Daddy.

Your Bhaskar was one of the lucky ones.

And Kabir,

the hero of the hour.

So, is it all over

between you and Kabir?

He wrote to me in Calcutta, you know.

Did he? He seemed to be blaming me,

as if he was the one whose feelings had been hurt.

I suppose it was very melodramatic of me

asking him to run away with me.

Very adventurous, rather.

You're always telling me how bold I am,

but I think you have outdone me.

I don't know any more.

Did anything else happen...

...when you were away?

Yes.

I was called a lipstick girl.

But I don't want to talk about it.

All right.

Firoz!

Oh, oh, oh.

Firoz!

Maan!

It's good to see you.

How wild and brown you look.

Try shitting in the fields, chotay Nawab.

I'm exhausted.

Come on.

You're in danger of dissolving.

Not bad.

This must be the biggest Kurta you own.

No doubt you'll soon be taking it off again.

I don't like the way you said that.

You're not in love with her yourself, are you?

You do realise Saeeda Bai closes shop for Manu?

Does she?

The Raja of Marh will be annoyed.

She won't sing for him...

...or you.

Don't tell me you're jealous.

Well...

...as you once said,

I never tell you anything.

Ooff!

Can't I just stay here?

Then I can go visit Saeeda.

If I go home, Baoji will be furious.

I think you should go home first.

It's disrespectful to your parents.

You think I've planned all this.

Perhaps you have.

But I don't mind.

On second thoughts, why not?

Points to remember.

One, keep up with news and world affairs.

Two,

exercise at least 15 minutes every morning.

100...

Three, make 1951

the deciding year of my life.

Four,

pay off debts.

Five,

learn to control temper.

Six,

perhaps shave off my moustache.

Or not.

Seven...

...make Lata love me.

Dear Lata,

I must thank you for your visit

and the nice time we spent together.

You must have brought me luck,

because the moment you left,

I won a big order for the company

and I fully anticipate

an early promotion.

Where is Jagat Ram?

That lazy bastard?

Gone.

Dismissed.

He left his shift before time.

His daughter is in the hospital.

I gave him leave to go home early.

You had no business dismissing him.

I want him reinstated instantly.

You give men time off for sick children,

then what happens?

You have no workforce at all.

I said, I want him reinstated instantly!

Since when have you started giving orders?

I say what happens round here,

not you.

What is done is done.

Am I to be overruled in favour of this...

...clock-watching mediocrity?

Mr Khanna,

that is no way to speak about a colleague.

I will not have it.

In fact, I think it will would best

if Mr Sengupta took over the HSH contract from now on.

What?

I slogged my guts for that order.

This has changed the fortunes of this factory.

If you give it to Sengupta, he will butcher the job.

We'll find out, but as of now,

my decision is final.

In that case...

...I can see no point in my carrying on here.

So...

...I'm tendering my resignation.

You cannot leave.

You are under contract.

I refuse to work at this benighted place,

whatever the consequences.

Mr...

Just like that.

Are you a lipstick girl, Lata?

What's wrong, Lata? You're not yourself.

You know, what you need is something different

to occupy your thoughts.

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

Lata...

...I have an idea.

Come here, Look.

Twelfth Night.

Just what you need.

Why not try out for it?

I will if you will.

Come on, Lata.

A play is just the thing for you.

Come.

First day, first day!

I'm nervous.

Come in, come in, come in.

Introduce yourselves to each other.

This first reading will just be a run-through

of the text.

You set this up.

What are you doing here?

The same as you, I suppose.

You never told me you were interested in amateur dramatics.

Nor did you tell me.

Well, I wasn't, till Malati dragged me to the auditions.

And I hear you did very well.

Is that why you auditioned?

Possibly.

It's good to see you again, Lata.

So, who are you playing?

Malvolio.

I auditioned for the Duke, but...

Malvolio's the better part.

No-one remembers the Duke.

Where is the Duke?

Anything that brings us closer together.

You're mad.

Shall we begin?

If music be the food of love...

Play on!

And commands shall be executed.

I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

Olivia?