
Gandhi Page #60
- PG
- Year:
- 1982
- 191 min
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NEHRU:
(fast, curt)
No. There just are not that many
troops.
MILITARY AIDE:
What's he to do?
NEHRU:
What he can!
He turns. Patel has a message he was going to present to
him. He hesitates, grins dismally, and crumples the message --
"No use." Nehru sags. He looks at Patel with haggard eyes.
NEHRU:
He was right. It's insane -- anything
would have been better.
PATEL:
Have you found him?
Nehru nods solemnly.
NEHRU:
He's in Noakhali.
Patel reacts to that -- surprise, apprehension.
NEHRU:
He's tramping from village to village --
no police, no troops -- trying to
quell the madness single-handedly.
(He sighs, half in
admiration, half in
hopeless exasperation
at the old man's
audacity.)
Maulana has gone to bring him back.
Patel nods grimly -- the noisy chaos of the room. Someone
shouts at Nehru, "Prime Minister!"
CLOSE SHOT - GANDHI
In silence -- looking tragic, tired and defeated. He is
sitting in his characteristic manner, staring down at the
carpet before him.
NEHRU'S VOICE
(dull, lifeless)
What you have done in Noakhali is a
miracle, Bapu, a miracle, but millions
are on the move -- millions. There
is no way to stop it... and no one
can count the dead.
The camera angle has changed. We are in
NEHRU'S PRIVATE CHAMBERS - INTERIOR - NIGHT
Patel and Azad are there and Pyarelal of course, and with
them now the giant figure of Abdul Ghaffar Khan, the first
time we have seen him among Gandhi's intimate group.
NEHRU:
In Calcutta it's like civil war. The
Muslims rose and there was a
bloodbath, and now the Hindus are
taking revenge -- and if we can't
stop it there'll be no hope for the
Hindus left in Pakistan.
PATEL:
...an eye for an eye making the whole
world blind.
It is an empty and despairing echo of Gandhi's words.
AZAD:
Aren't there any troops to spare?
NEHRU:
(tense, fragile)
Nothing -- nothing. The divisions in
Bombay and Delhi can hardly keep the
peace now. And each fresh bit of
news creates another wave of mad...
ness.
He has turned and seen Gandhi standing slowly. It has almost
stopped him.
PATEL:
Could we cut all news off? I know --
NEHRU:
Bapu -- please. Where are you going.
GANDHI:
(sounding like an old
man)
I don't want to hear more...
He is moving toward the door. It stops them all. Pyarelal
moves tentatively to open the door.
PATEL:
(impatiently)
We need your help!
GANDHI:
There is nothing I can give.
AZAD:
Where are you going?
Gandhi turns, looks at him bleakly.
GANDHI:
Calcutta.
CALCUTTA - EXTERIOR - NIGHT
We are high. There are fires, the sounds of spasmodic gunfire,
of looting, screams, the roar of police vehicles and
occasional sirens. The camera zooms in on a poor quarter of
artisan dwellings in narrow streets. Outside one of the houses
is a car, an army jeep, policemen, a few soldiers and a group
of people. It seems a little island of calm in a sea of wild
chaos.
On the roof of the house, a figure moves into the light.
CLOSER - TAHIB'S ROOF
The figure is Gandhi. He peers down at the dark, rioting
streets. Azad, Tahib, a Muslim whose house this is, Mirabehn
and Pyarelal are with him along Abdul Ghaffar Khan.
A police commissioner moves to Gandhi's side, demanding his
attention.
POLICE COMMISSIONER
Sir, please, I don't have the men to
protect you -- not in a Muslim house.
Not this quarter.
GANDHI:
I am staying with the friend of a
friend.
There is a sudden commotion just below them and angry shouts:
"Death to Muslims!," "Death to Muslims!"
Gandhi peers down.
His point of view. A surging gang of youths, many carrying
torches, and far outnumbering the little group of police and
soldiers, are shouting up at the roof. We see three or four
black flags and stains of blood on many of them. A few hold
knives still wet with blood.
A YOUTH:
There he is!
A feral roar goes up at the sight of Gandhi, but he stands
unmoving.
HINDU YOUTH LEADER
(his voice emotional,
tearful)
Why are you staying at the home of a
Muslim! They're murderers! They killed
my family!
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