LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."
CHANCHAL: I am ready to give myself to you if you are willing to give yourself to me.
LINNEY: Previously, on "Beecham House"...
Lieutenant Beecham wishes that I grant him a free trade license.
Find the perfect gift for the empress and maybe you shall have your license.
(laughs) My future here is now assured.
Why would you conspire with a French devil?
SAMUEL: You want Beecham out of Delhi, I want him in England.
♪ ♪ LINNEY: "Beecham House," right now, on "Masterpiece."
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (closes door) (softly): Chandrika.
You shouldn't have come here.
You cannot deny our connection, John.
Do you think you can leave our past behind with no feeling?
When I look at you... My heart...
It is overwhelmed.
As is mine.
(whispers): Then what can I do?
♪ ♪ (insects chirping) (door opens) (stomping) (yelps) I came with you to India because you said John and I would be a good match.
What is wrong, dear Violet?
It may be time for me to return to London.
At least there, everyone is dressed, everyone is pale, no one is exotic, and I understand the rules.
Oh, whatever has happened?
Mrs. Beecham, I...
I dare not say.
Your son is a most incongruous character when it comes to matters of the heart.
Speak now, dear Violet, plainly and simply.
What has John said to you?
It is not what he has said, more of his deeds.
Late last night, I saw Chandrika enter his chamber.
God save us.
She's his wife's sister!
I've tried to understand it.
Why does he not see me as a better prospect?
And then there is Miss Osborne too.
(quickly): But, but she has none of your charm and breeding.
You must be mistaken about Chandrikaka.
I mean, who could possibly endure that woman beyond a common greeting?
She makes even that the most unpleasant task.
My dear... You did not brave the seas for nothing.
We can use this information so you become the last woman standing.
(elephant trumpets) ♪ ♪ (elephant trumpets) PRINCE AKBAR: You called for me, Mother?
You've grown into a handsome young man, Prince Akbar.
You were but a boy when your father had his sight taken from him.
It is impossible to banish that horrific attack from my mind.
How can something so cruel be... good?
Because we must never allow another attack on our sovereignty.
The truth is, your father lost his vision long before he was blinded by invaders.
I have nothing but respect for Father.
But I share your frustration with his inaction.
The British are in Kannauj.
It is only a matter of time before they make their way to Delhi.
I want you to have a future where you bow down to no one.
As the British approach, we must show that we have the power to defend Delhi ourselves.
Castillon cannot protect us from the British.
We must raise our own funds to build an army.
You provide the courage, my son.
I'll provide the finance.
I fear that you will be too hot in this dress at the palace.
It is not every day one meets an emperor.
I must make an effort to show how a proper English lady adorns herself on such an occasion.
(exhales) (plucking sarod) Look at them.
They don't even try to be discreet.
(chuckling) Speak to her, Maya, or I will.
(Daniel and Chanchal laughing) (Daniel strumming and picking badly) JOHN: Daniel.
(Daniel stops picking) (August cooing) Daniel, I trust you are not coming to the ceremony dressed like that.
Not royal enough for your new friends?
Where is Mother?
I have no idea.
The Emperor waits for no one.
(clears throat) It is an auspicious day, my son, and I must leave you for a little while.
But I shall return, and we will celebrate.
Good luck at the Red Fort today, John Beecham.
Agastya will be very proud of his father.
(shushing) (footsteps approaching) Oh, Mother.
You look wonderful.
Well, I hope the Emperor's palace is cooler than this house.
♪ ♪ "By decree of His Royal Highness "the Emperor Shah Alam II, "King of kings, "Emperor of emperors, "Guardian of the people, Protector of the sacred positions..." (exhales) "Mughal Lord of kings..." (Vijay continues indistinctly) (groans) Ironic, isn't it?
Whatever do you mean, Miss Woodhouse?
That a man as unscrupulous as John Beecham should receive an honor like this.
But John is not in the least unscrupulous.
(sighing): Miss Osborne.
We have been naive.
I understand you admire John, just as you know I do.
But I'm afraid both of us have reason to be very disappointed.
Why would you say such a thing?
(Vijay continues) Last night, I saw Chandrika enter his chamber.
Surely you are mistaken.
It is difficult for me to recount this episode, but I feel I must warn you for your own protection.
(Vijay continues) I honestly believed John was an upstanding gentleman, but we have both been deceived.
I suppose one must not take it personally.
We know how British men carry on out here.
The women in India offer all the comforts but make no demands.
I genuinely believed John was different.
So did I.
Please excuse me.
(Vijay continuing) ♪ ♪ VIJAY: "...grants John Beecham this license "to trade in what antiquities, gemstones, "and objects of art "that may come to his lawful attention.
"By his great hand, his mark and seal affixed this day."
Your Royal Highness, you honor me with your trust.
Trust has nothing to do with it, my English friend.
The Empress loves her gift, and I honor my word.
Your Royal Highness.
Vijay Singh, give John Beecham his license.
Use it well, Lieutenant Beecham.
Your Royal Highness, I shall.
♪ ♪ SAMUEL: Congratulations, John.
To the Beechams, and friends.
May we all live long in Delhi and flourish so that our children know nothing but joy and prosperity.
ALL: The Beechams.
Why so downcast, brother?
I noticed that Miss Osborne left midway through the ceremony.
DANIEL: I'm sure there's an innocent explanation.
Perhaps, like me, she was wilting in the heat.
You'd think, in an emperor's palace, they would've devised a system to make their guests more comfortable.
JOHN: Mother, amidst all the splendor of the palace, is that all you can say?
I found the place to be exquisite and a perfect example of Mughal design, Mr. Beecham.
This morning with the Emperor was an experience I shall never forget.
I am very glad to hear it.
If you'll excuse me, I do have to inquire of Miss Osborne's health.
BAADAL: Mr. Beecham-sahib.
Forgive me, but you have a visitor.
His name is Mr. Ishpreet Virk, he's waiting on the veranda.
He says he has some tax business to discuss.
Very well, Baadal.
♪ ♪ JOHN: Sir.
This is most unexpected.
Nobody knows I'm here.
It was necessary.
How may I be of service?
I would like to put your trading license to immediate good use.
What is this?
It is one of Shah Alam's royal jewels.
This is the Star of Agra.
I would like you to sell it for us.
Taking your standard commission, of course.
The sale will have one condition: that the stone be removed from India.
Were word to spread that the royal family has been reduced to selling its jewels, our power and prestige would be gone.
This must have been in your family for... 250 years.
It tears at my conscience to go behind the Emperor's back.
And at mine.
But I must put my love of country before my love of king.
If Delhi is your home now, Mr. Beecham... Then so must you.
♪ ♪ So where did your father trade?
Well, my father was originally from the North.
Before moving to London?
JOHN: Miss Woodhouse.
Excuse me, Samuel, a word.
Will you excuse me?
♪ ♪ Where in Heaven's name did you acquire that?
From the royal treasury.
Prince Akbar has asked me to sell it.
This is an incredible opportunity.
The commission will assure your family's security for a generation.
Then, in God's name, John, why aren't you dancing around this room?
Because I have no desire to betray the Emperor.
Well, how would you betray him?
The Emperor does not know that his son has asked me to sell it.
The Prince needs to raise finances to bolster the Emperor's army.
He has had enough of people seeing his father as a puppet.
He wants to stand up against the Company.
Well, good on him.
You will make a huge profit, and know you did all you could to help the Emperor defend his kingdom.
Everything you say is true.
You have no choice.
The Prince has given you an order.
Whatever palace intrigue there may be, it is neither your problem nor your business.
But that does not absolve me, Samuel.
Is everything all right?
SAMUEL: We're discussing an important matter.
It's not for your ears.
JOHN: It is all right, Samuel.
This is as much a family matter as it is a business decision.
I am trying to start a new life for us.
All of us, here.
How can that begin with deception?
To what are you referring?
Prince Akbar has asked me to sell this royal diamond.
Without his father's consent.
This is not a precious jewel.
This is an incendiary weapon.
Royal property being sold without the Emperor's consent?
Why does he want you to sell it?
What are the funds for?
To raise his own army.
To challenge the Company, if they do decide to try and take Delhi from him.
DANIEL: The Company will wage war for Delhi.
Which is one of the many reasons you should not return to them.
SAMUEL: Thank you, Daniel.
Kindly leave the thinking to the adults.
Should anyone be indiscreet, should the Emperor somehow find out, Heaven knows what could happen.
SAMUEL: And what would you have John do?
Tell the Emperor his son has betrayed him?
Do you imagine that ending well for your brother?
John, you must refuse.
Get the diamond out of this house and back to the prince as quickly as possible.
At which point the prince will do what?
Find someone else to do his fencing.
The prince will know that John has sided against him.
At best, he'll lose his trading license.
At worst, he'll be killed where he stands.
Why are you so adamant...
You are out of your depth regarding this matter-- John.
John, we've no time for indecision.
I'll set up meetings with prospective buyers.
Ride to Lucknow.
Meet only with merchants you know can keep their counsel.
This must be sold with the utmost discretion.
DANIEL: How well do you know Captain Parker?
We were soldiers together.
You know what it is to fight for the man next to you.
That bond never wavers.
I never fought next to him.
I don't trust him.
You don't know me as a soldier, but my instincts are sound.
I'm sure they are.
But misplaced in this instance.
Very well, older brother.
You know best.
(cooing and humming) Why must you distrust Daniel-sahib so?
Because he's an Englishman.
He is different.
Last words of many a ruined Indian girl.
You do not understand.
The second-to-last words.
I want my own sahib.
When you lie with Beecham-sahib, you demean every servant in this house.
You announce that they own us, body and soul.
That is not true.
(August babbling) (Maya whispering) Do you value your friendships among the staff?
You're risking that, in addition to your own happiness.
At least try to hide your envy.
This is a story with a bad ending.
Stop it now.
He loves me.
I knew you were ambitious.
But until now, I never thought you were a fool.
(sighs) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) I came to see how you were feeling.
You left in the middle of the ceremony this morning, and you did not come to the house afterwards.
Does Chandrika come to your rooms in the night?
What on earth are you talking about?
It's a simple question.
It saddens me, to see that you hold me in such low esteem.
Chandrika did come to my room... (mockingly): But there is a perfectly reasonable explanation.
Mr. Beecham, I have no one here I can trust.
You can trust me.
Not any longer.
You are the first man I trusted since my brother left.
You have let me down.
Marg, Margaret, please...
I had a fiancé who couldn't control himself.
I do not claim to understand the urges of men.
You all seem to be able to go from woman to woman as if from meal to meal.
Margaret... Consuming whatever you desire.
I do not...
But I believed you respected me.
I admired your commitment to making a good life, but I was wrong.
I will not be one of your vanquished.
I am either bold or naive enough to demand better.
Margaret, this is a grotesque misunderstanding.
And it must end.
Come with me now.
And I will explain everything to you.
SAMUEL: General, if you would just listen to me, I can assure you it will be worth your while.
It has been an irritating day.
I believe your fortunes are about to change.
Someone betrayed me, Captain Parker.
SAMUEL: You can thank Miss Osborne.
But why waste your energies on a past failure?
I have information that will cause John Beecham to fall from the Emperor's grace.
What is this information?
That knowledge comes with a price.
The price will be the man himself.
Placed in my custody for transport to England.
You will never see John Beecham again.
Or Samuel Parker, for that matter.
I don't know which one of you I shall miss less.
So, we're agreed?
Only if I believe what you have to say.
Beecham has stolen a diamond from the royal treasury.
The Star of Agra.
(chuckles) And how did he possibly do that?
Perhaps the palace has a traitor of its own.
It wouldn't be the first time.
Beecham intends to sell the diamond, to fund the British East India Company's military operation at Kannauj.
(birds chirping) ♪ ♪ Shukriya.
(exclaims) (Chanchal laughing) (whispering): Do you like this?
(August giggles) CHANCHAL: Agastya... CHANCHAL: Dearest Daniel... RAM LAL: Chanchal!
Am I so irresistible that you must be with me morning and night?
And soon it shall be so, no?
Is something wrong?
What has happened?
My injury leave is over.
I've been ordered back to my unit in Kannauj.
But you must tell them that your circumstances have changed.
What is your meaning?
That you no longer wish to be in their employ.
That now your life and future are here, with me.
Chanchal, you're a very sweet girl...
I am to be your wife.
Why else would you have taken me?
Do you not love me?
I do not know what love is.
Is it because I'm not English?
No, of course not.
It was a trick.
No, Chanchal... You knew you would be leaving eventually, yet you said nothing.
Instead, you charmed me...
I'm a Company soldier.
I have no option, whether I like it or not.
You allowed me to fall in love with you.
Just to play with my heart.
You have ruined me.
(August crying) (wailing) Chanchal!
August is crying.
I'm sorry, Chanchal.
They were right.
I am a fool.
I have never felt so ashamed in my life.
(August crying) (crying continues) ♪ ♪ August is hungry.
MAYA (coldly): Fine.
MOOL: Is there something else?
Or are you here to complain about tonight's dinner, which you haven't even eaten yet?
(crying softly) Are you all right, Chanchal-bhai?
Do I look like I'm all right?
Is there anything I can do?
Can you make time go backwards?
Mother, the Company have called for my return.
Oh, I shall be so sad to see you leave.
Before I am to go anywhere, we have to talk.
About the opium.
I beg your pardon?
Mother, I know you take it.
That was in evidence last night as you danced your way through the Hindustani plain.
I didn't know you were such an expert.
I'm in the Army, Mother.
Soldiers drink the stuff as though it's water.
The Company profits by trading it from Bengal to China.
Please, save us both the ignominy of my rifling your room.
I have never taken opium in my life.
(chuckles) Oh, Daniel.
(shuts box) Daniel.
(angrily): Stop doing that!
Stop it right now!
I have taken it for some years.
Ever since your father disappeared.
Your brother left, you left.
What else is one meant to do when her life is over and yet she still lives?
Until last night, I had no idea.
Well, I'm very good at controlling how little I need to survive.
And this opium was obtained here.
That is why Violet was in the Medical Quarter.
Let us not bring her into it.
(exhales) I'm told the Indian product is especially strong.
Well, there you have it.
I shall know for next time.
There cannot be a next time, Mother.
Opium destroys those soldiers, and they are young, strapping men.
You must not tell your brother, Daniel...
This isn't about John.
You have a grandchild.
You have a new life.
Let the pain of the past be in the past.
(scoffs): Yes, well, that's the funny thing about pain.
It always stays with one, come what may.
Like a, a limp, or a scar.
For example, your maid-- Channing, is it?
Must everyone in this house know about my private affairs?
People in Liverpool probably know your business, because you made no effort whatsoever to hide it.
You've broke that poor girl's heart the way one might snap a piece of kindling.
Do you think, for one moment, she will ever forget how she feels right now, even if she lives to a hundred or marries someone else?
Now I take what I need, just like you do.
When you stop, I shall stop.
But until then, since you have no claim on the moral high ground, you will kindly stay out of my business.
(inhales sharply) (exhales) (insects chirping) ♪ ♪ (footsteps echoing) (exhales sharply) I thank you all for coming.
I feel the time has come when I must divulge a part of my life that I've kept from you.
I had wished for this matter to remain a secret, for August's safety.
And so I ask you all for your complete confidence.
As many of you know, I left the East India Company because I could no longer bear the horrors that I witnessed.
(people screaming) You have gone too far!
(screaming, shouting) ♪ ♪ JOHN: I left Calcutta in search of a new life.
I found peace as I traveled India, discovering her beauty, learning new skills from her artisans.
♪ ♪ Three years ago, my journey took a different path.
(shouting, arguing in distance) (gun firing) (men shouting) (shouting, gunfire) (screaming, shouting in Hindustani) (shouting continues) (rifle fires) (gasping) ♪ ♪ Who are you, stranger?
(shot ringing out, horse whinny echoing) (man crying out, rifle firing) MAN: Put him in the carriage.
CHANDRIKA: He's still breathing.
Put him in the carriage.
CHANDRIKA: He's alive.
Father, help me.
(grunting, struggling) Come on, come on.
CHANDRIKA: Hold on, stranger.
♪ ♪ (groaning) (shuddering) MAN: Your bravery is commendable, John Beecham.
You saved our lives.
JOHN (voiceover): It was there that I learnt just who it was that I had saved-- the Maharaja of Kalyan and his two daughters, Chandrika and Kamlavati.
We are forever in your debt.
Your family's safety is my reward.
Was the adversary known to you?
Only too well.
It was my brother Devji Rao who sent the bandits.
What cause could he have to wish you harm?
I did him the greatest wrong of all: I was born before he was.
Thus to me did power and riches fall, and to him only shadow.
I had a handsome son and heir, whom they killed in cold blood.
Now if I were to die, all of my princely state would become his.
(strains) Rest, John Beecham.
You shall be looked after.
I thank you.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JOHN (voiceover): I am ashamed to be a constant burden to your family.
Oh, don't be.
The diary of a maharaja's daughter is rarely filled, you see.
Still, I would not wish to outstay my welcome.
You will have to stay a long, long time, John.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (man praying in Hindustani) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (baby crying) We will call him August.
That's a month on the calendar.
(chuckles) It means distinguished, respectable.
And is a month on the calendar.
It is also my uncle's name.
And the second name to my brother.
Then August it shall be.
But I'll call him Agastya, unofficially.
♪ ♪ (whispering): I'll be right back.
What is the matter, Father?
I know my brother will come for my grandson.
You cannot stay here.
This palace is known to Devji Rao, but I know of a summer retreat which is not.
You, Kamlavati, and Chandrika will take guards and attendants and raise the child on the shores of Barvi Lake.
Sir, sir... No mother should be without her father, nor a grandchild without its patriarch.
Nor a father without his daughters, John.
Do you imagine I take this decision lightly?
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (carriage chains clanking, horses snorting) ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) ♪ ♪ (distant chattering) ♪ ♪ (August crying, John shushing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (August crying, indistinct chatter) Oh.
(August wailing) (cries louder) (leaves rustling) (speaking Hindustani) (August crying) (pistol cocking) (shot ringing out) (men shouting, objects clattering) (indistinct shouting) Bai-sa!
(gunfire) (groaning, struggling) JOHN: Gopal, Gopal!
Gopal, what is happening?
(women wailing) (August crying) Bai-sa?
Where is my wife?
(August crying) A doctor!
(sobbing): My love, my love, my love, my love.
(heaving sobs) (wavering breaths) ♪ ♪ (sniffling) JOHN: We had been betrayed.
We had to send the message that August had been killed in the attack.
(man speaking Hindustani) ♪ ♪ (speaking Hindustani) ♪ ♪ (men speaking Hindustani) Tell him to ride back to Devji Rao and tell him what he has seen here.
My wife and child are dead.
And if I see either of them again, I will kill Devji Rao first and him second.
(horse whinnying) Ya!
KALYAN: I have secured a safe place for you to stay while I make arrangements to find a home for you in Delhi, far away from Devji Rao.
You have skills and resources enough to make a new life for yourself and my grandson.
There can be no life now, Your Highness.
And yet, there must be.
♪ ♪ I give you Chanchal; I also give you Maya.
She bears a mother's milk.
We will take care of the child as if he were our own, sahib.
KALYAN: This child is the future of my kingdom.
If he lives, it lives.
Do not let time or distance dull the sanctity of your charge.
People will ask questions.
You will say you seek your fortune in trade.
You will acknowledge you are the boy's father, but nothing more.
Never divulge the secret of his identity.
Yes, Your Highness.
We have an unbreakable bond, John Beecham.
I could not have imagined such a tie between myself and an Englishman.
JOHN: I will not fail you.
You have been more my father to me than was my own.
And I will not fail my son.
(chimes ringing, goats bleating) ♪ ♪ (horses trotting) ♪ ♪ Margaret.
I hope this has answered your questions.
John, I'm so sorry.
For your loss.
For all you've been through.
And for having misjudged you.
No, it is I who must apologize.
I should have told you the whole truth much sooner.
You were sworn not to.
I hope now that you understand.
♪ ♪ So, my grandson is going to be a maharaja?
Yes, Mrs. Beecham.
♪ ♪ (August burbling) LINNEY: Next time on "Beecham House"... DANIEL: How is Chanchal?
MAYA: She has not been well today.
What are you doing?
CHANDRIKA: I must protect him.
This house is no longer safe for a future maharaja.
CASTILLON: You are under arrest.
We must do something.
It is better to shed an Englishman's blood than your own.
(groans) CASTILLON: Lieutenant Beecham is a traitor!
(men shouting) LINNEY: "Beecham House," next time, on "Masterpiece."
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♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ GURINDER CHADHA: The whole point of coming to India to film is to take advantage of the magnificent locations.
So, with "Beecham House," we have found a beautiful building, which is the Heritage Hotel in Jaipur.
And we've been shooting there for the front of Beecham House, because it affords us a beautiful carriageway for coaches to come in and out.
And architecturally, it totally suits the architectural style of our courtyard, of course, in Ealing And then, of course, we have this magnificent fort for Castillon, we have City Palace for the Emperor, which is amazingly decorated, beautiful sort of gold-embossed artwork in-in his main room.
And then we have Kushinagar, where we are turning into downtown Delhi of 1795.
One of our most stunning locations is the Beecham House gardens.
It's in Samode, which is just an hour from Jaipur.
These are very, very well-organized, lovely gardens, with fountains.
And they work beautifully as Beecham House backyard, if you like.
(John grunts) We were shooting a wonderful scene with Tom Bateman, who is cutting down some of the hedges.
During the scene, when we shot in one direction, everything looked amazing, and we were very happy.
And Niels put a little bit of smoke in to make it misty.
What they didn't realize was above in the trees were about three or four beehives.
And suddenly, all the smoke brought these very angry bees out.
And the whole set was sort of full of swarms of bees, like an animation.
And everybody went running for cover, like this.
We had to stop filming, and everyone had gloves on them, and all the Indians were laughing.
And, you know, people got stung.
I mean, I shouldn't laugh, but people did get stung.
Bee sting, bee sting.
(actors talking in background) Don't look from her to her.
I'll just do it.
Just do it.
Yeah, I'll go and send it now, let's just do it.
Yeah, I'm like that too.
TOM BATEMAN: Gurinder is a joy.
I mean, she's an O.B.E., which sort of gives weight and gravitas, but she is the most playful, wonderful, imaginative, creative person I think I've ever met.
LESLEY NICOL: She's a force of nature.
I can see how she's managed to get this whole project together, because she's, she's a big bundle of energy.
She's great fun to work with.
And she's very creative, and she listens to ideas all the time.
Totally unlike any other director I've ever worked with.
She's such a strong character that she sort of keeps everybody on their toes.
And-and her passion is really infectious.
She's, she's sort of mad, in a way, but there's, there's a method to her madness.
Can we put someone up in that top corner, dusting?
She sort of has this bottomless pit of energy.
She's literally flying around the set, coming up with ideas.
Every single time I imagine a scene being somewhere, she goes, "Nope, let's do it on the stairs, let's go upstairs, let's move, get it on the move."
It really keeps you on your toes, but also your imagination is infectious.
You know, her imagination, it really is just sort of everyone's firing on all cylinders.
Um... and she's just, she's a delight, yeah.. PALLAVI SHARDA: "Beecham House" is a metaphor for India, I think, and the melting pot which has been India for the last few millennia.
RICHARDS: I think "Beecham House" is an exploration of character and culture.
BATEMAN: It's an exploration in how to be happy, in how much you fight for your freedom and your happiness, how you deal with grief, the shadows of the past affecting the present.
I think it has a level of historically authenticity, cultural authenticity, that is way above any kind of TV series.
It is something different.
CHADHA: "Beecham House" is one of those shows where, on a Sunday evening, you know, you settle down, with the family to watch, you know, a-a great show that is entertaining but also informative, but will also transport you not only to a different country but also a different time.
And so you can lose yourself in the, in the-the morals of the time, the dilemmas of the time, and really feel like you have immersed yourself in that world and come out the other end.
And that's all you can ask for, I think, from a great TV series.