Viceroy's House

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Oi! Jeet! What took you so long?

This is what I imagine

England looks like.

England is all slums

and bombsites.

- You know why they're letting this go?

- No.

The war has exhausted them.

They can't afford to keep us.

Careful, she'll hear you.

Queen Victoria, Empress of India.

She never even set a foot here.

Now Mountbatten sahib

can finally take his great-grandmother

back home.

This is the new recruit, Jeet Kumar.

He's Punjabi, like me.

From my village near Lahore.

I have known him since he was a boy.

Very good, sir, very capable.

It is a great honour

to be in Viceroy's House.

I spoke with your last employer

on the telephone this morning.

The Governor of Punjab expressed

his regret at losing you.

You'll be working with Mr Gupta

in the inner circle.

We are responsible for the personal

care of the Viceroy.

It is a position of great trust,

you understand?

Yes, sir.

A privilege.

Mountbatten sahib is a heroic man.

He freed Burma.

Indeed.

Now he has come to free India.

You think you Indians are ready

to run your own civil service?

Courts of law?

Your own armed forces?

We've learnt from the best, sir.

I have chosen you, not because of

your vast experience,

but because The Honourable

Pamela Mountbatten is 18

and might appreciate your youth.

But what about my duties here?

This is an honour I am giving you.

Yes, ma'am.

The men translate for statesmen while

we translate chitchat for English child.

I hear she's friends with

Princess Elizabeth.

Protocol - stand to attention

when they pass.

Then she'll be looking down

her long Mountbatten nose at...

Oi, sala, move.

Stop staring at them.

Aalia?

Sorry, miss. My friend is new.

He doesn't know the protocol yet.

Aalia, we're late.

Wait, sala. Who is she?

A Hindu boy like you

and a Muslim girl?

I knew her father when he was in jail

in Lahore.

You started out as a policeman?

Yes, sir. I have been under-valet

for two years.

Why did you leave your job?

I was working in a jail, sir.

Many of our leaders

were in prison there.

I found myself unable to turn keys, sir.

And yet...

you'd work for the British Viceroy?

He will not be Viceroy for long, sir.

Freedom is coming.

Better to be close to power and watch

than to agitate against it.

How else will we step in

when our time comes?

What's that? Look, Mizzy.

What can you see?

What can you see?

That's more like it.

Stop hogging the mirror, Daddy.

You know, the Aussies called him

a beaut.

And who can deny it?

Churchill called this

the worst job in the world.

Well, he's wrong.

Burma was the worst job in the world.

You're giving a nation back to its people.

How bad can it be?

Churchill was wrong about Gandhi too.

- What did he call him?

- A half-naked fakir.

That's really rather rude.

Yes, British Empire brought to

its knees by a man in a loin cloth.

Poor Winston.

He's walking around like a chap

who's swallowed a wasp.

Well, he is part of the past, darling.

You're bringing the future.

We are.

Well...

Then let's not make a mess of it.

Attention!

Your Excellency.

Not for much longer.

Welcome. You know Lord Ismay,

Chief of Staff.

- Pug, good to see you.

- Glad to be on the team.

Welcome to the infernal heat, my dear.

- Lady Wavell.

- Dickie.

I must say, I think it's a little shabby,

the way Whitehall's ousted you.

- Sir? One photo, sir?

- I was always Churchill's man

and now Atlee's Labour government

has swept the board.

Lord Louis, what do you hope

to achieve?

I have been given a very specific task.

I am to be the last Viceroy of India

and I shall carry out the role

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