Midnight's Children Page #3

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who hides underground...

...like a worm, into our home?

The bird has turned!

The worm has flown!

After all that,

he actually got away?

I divorce thee,

I divorce thee,

I divorce thee.

That sweet man...

...he set me free.

Please look over here, sir.

Big smile!

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

It's a... It's a beautiful wedding,

sir, really.

Most grateful.

Damn glad I chose

not to charge you...

...with harbouring

a wanted criminal.

Married your daughter instead.

Thank you, sir. Thanks very much.

Go away!

You know,

I've always loved children.

Me too.

But never had any.

My former wife couldn't.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But, you could always still...

Marry again.

Yes.

Well, if I found the right girl.

And, if she would have me,

if I asked.

Yes?

Yes.

And move to Bombay with me.

We're moving to...?

I mean, you're moving?

Safer for a family, no?

Big smile!

Mumtaz..

I've got something for you.

What? A present?

Better than that. A new name.

Amina.

Do you like it?

Amina...

Yes.

Nadir and Mumtaz

are in the past now.

Better to leave them behind, no?

A new name for a new beginning...

Mrs Amina Sinai.

Whatever you say.

Why did she marry him so quickly?

For solace?

For the children they

both wanted so much?

My mother Amina Sinai,

in her new incarnation,

resolved to forget the poet Nadir...

...and fall in love with my father,

Ahmed Sinai.

But love is a rare thing...

Ah Bombay!

Bombay, of which the old tunes sang,

"Prima in Indis!

Gateway to India!

Star of the East with

her face to the West!"

Ah Bombay!

Ah, Mr Methwold.

Mr Sinai. How do you do?

Very well, and you? My wife.

Well, Mr Methwold, I must say...

...the price you're asking

for Buckingham Villa, it's...

It's rather...

well, it's absolutely...

Ridiculous.

Yes, a ridiculously low price.

We're giving the whole blasted

country away, in point of fact.

Hundreds of years of decent,

honourable...

...government and then

all of a sudden it's up and off.

You must admit,

though, we weren't all bad.

Not at all.

We built your schools...

...railway stations...

...trains, so forth...

I was just telling my

wife what a fine man you are!

Look here, Willie,

do me a favour, man, will you.

I've got this terrible headache.

And if you could nip

down to Kemp's corner

...and ask the chemist

to give you some pills.

Servants are all down with a cold.

Otherwise I wouldn't have asked.

Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

Good man.

My own little transfer

of power will also take place...

at midnight on August

the 14th, 1947.

When India rids itself of us...

Buckingham Villa...

...will be free of

William Methwold. Me.

...And the grass must be

sprayed every single night.

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