Midnight's Children Page #2

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charming young ladies...

...of yours have also seen nothing.

And if we should see something,

Major Zulfikar,

what should we do?

Ah. Miss Emerald.

Naturally you should

inform your father...

...who will then alert me in my

office at the military cantonment.

Yes, of course. - Of course.

Thank you so much, Major.

Yes.

Thank you, Major.

Sir, ladies.

Madam.

Did you see that girl, captain?

Yes, sir.

That, captain,

is the girl I intend to marry.

Yes, sir.

Feeling left out by her

self-imposed vow of silence,

my grandmother eavesdropped

on her daughters' dreams.

She visited Emerald's dreams...

...and found Zulfikar

lurking in them.

In Alia's, she saw the successful

and handsome businessman...

...Ahmed Sinai.

And in Mumtaz's, she saw a son.

A boy with a cucumber nose,

unfortunately.

No, tell me a poem - one of yours.

No, no, you wouldn't like it, ok?

You must!

The best one you ever wrote.

It's got no rhymes. It's free verse.

Does it at least have a name?

Yes.

So? What is it?

"Mumtaz. "

Spittoon.

So that you can practise your art.

See, I remembered.

Okay, I'm sorry, everyone,

but is this really happening?

They're going to get married

and live in the cellar...

...and we have to keep the secret?

For how long?

Ten years? This is ridiculous.

Please, Emerald. There

might still be killers out there.

I need some time.

What would Major Zulfikar say?

Already he wonders,

how Nadir survived the shooting.

If Nadir is innocent he should

go to the Major and come clean.

If Nadir is innocent? If, you say?

Please, Emerald.

Some time, na?

Okay, okay.

Hide on...

...like a fat worm under the ground.

Emerald.

Enough.

Begin the ceremony, please.

I'm sorry.

No. No, it's okay.

It's okay. It'll come, alright.

Family history,

too, has dietary laws.

One is supposed only

to swallow the halal parts,

drained of blood.

But that makes the

stories less juicy,

and this was ajuicy part.

So it must be told.

Try again.

What's going on?

- Abba,

- Move!

Abba, abba,

please don't tell them anything...

this house for far too long.

Abbajan... please, what's wrong?

What's wrong? What's wrong you

say - I'll tell you what's wrong!

My daughter tells

me she is still a virgin!

That's what is wrong.

I love my husband.

What?

- I love him, abba.

The other thing will come, right?

It will.

A marriage should

not depend on this thing,

but on love.

This should not have been mentioned.

Down there!

Weapons out!

- No!

You'll thank me later,

just wait and see.

Stay tight!

Follow me, boys!

Women must marry men, not mice.

So you found your voice.

Whose crazy fool's

scheme was this...

...to allow this coward

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