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WILLIAM CAREY - CANDLE IN THE DARK TAMIL - TAMIL CHRISTIAN MOVIE - MELUGUVARTHI
I have been a cobbler by trade since I left school
at the age of fourteen.
I am also pastor of the local Baptist church
here in Leicester.
Though I love this small congregation,
God has laid on my heart a great burden
for all the people and nations of this world.
I have taken every opportunity to study
their ways and customs, and have for several years now,
pleaded with my fellow ministers to form a society
for the propagation of the gospel
to the far corners of the earth.
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
Order please.
Pastor Carey. Please continue.
It's all here in my enquiry.
I've already laid out a strategy for a mission.
Here is every known country in the world,
its population, its religions,
everything that we need for the formation
of a missionary society... It's here!
And this strategy, what is the essence of it?
Community... I believe that God is calling us
to work in communities.
We need land to survive on, with everyone working together
as they preach the gospel.
I see schools, colleges, hospitals, printing shops,
the light of God reaching out to touch folk at every level.
This is God's work.
Let us expect great things from him...
And let us attempt great things for him.
Mr. chairman, may I speak?
Mr chairman, may I introduce Dr. Thomas,
surgeon to the east india company,
recently returned from Calcutta.
Gentlemen... The fields are white...
Never was the harvest more ready for reaping -
or the need greater for labourers
to bring in that harvest.
God has presented us with a task we must not ignore.
Never! ... I won't do it!
Dolly, listen to me.
Don't just dismiss it out of hand.
How can you even ask such a thing?
You know I wouldn't ask this if I didn't truly believe
this is what God is calling us to.
Well he may be calling you,
but he's not calling me!
Do you really think I'm going to set off for india
when our baby will only be a few weeks old?
Mrs. Carey, Calcutta is a highly civilised place.
I worked there as a surgeon for many years
and I assure you there will be little more danger
than you'd find here.
We'll be working together, Dolly, with Dr. Thomas.
Its everything I've ever dreamed of.
That's all it is William - dreams!
Well it sounds more like a nightmare to me.
I won't go, I won't!
Dolly, if I had all the world,
I'd freely give it to have you and the boys with me...
But my duty's clear. I must go.
Mrs. Carey, what if your sister Kitty was to come?
Would you think again?
for five long and perilous months
we have struggled against wind and storm
to reach our final destination in the bay of bengal.
My wife Dorothy and her sister Kitty
were finally persuaded to join us in this great work,
and I have spent much time consoling them
during the journey and learning the bengali language.
Now, secretly, under cover of darkness
we have finally reached the shores of india.
I cannot wait to begin the work we have been called to do.
Namaskar, Thomas Sahib.
Basu, thank goodness you're here.
But we must hurry. We must not be seen.
This way. Come please. this way.
Come in. Come in all of you.
You are all most welcome.
William.
Let 'em introduce you properly.
This is Ram Ram Basu, the best pandit in india.
Namaskar Sahib.
Namaskar.
This is my wife Dorothy and her sister Kitty,
and these are my sons Peter and Felix.
The Lord has blessed you Sahib.
What's a pandit.
A pandit's a very learned man.
He taught me bengali, and he speaks lots of other languages.
You are all welcome to our country.
And you too Peter Sahib.
No, Peter Carey.
Sahib means "sir."
Now then Basu, how about getting us to my house in Calcutta?
I suppose you should better stay here tonight Sahib.
The east india company have been patrolling nearby,
and you might be seen.
Why should we fear being seen?
They've forbidden missionary activity here.
Why?
Bad for trade. Might upset the locals.
So what next?
Perhaps a meal and a long good sleep.
Oh no. No thank you. no.
No thank you.
Sahib. this is my very good friend Bhairav,
and his wife asha.
Um...
Please, let not the food get cold.
Are you not eating with us?
We've already eaten.
He means thy won't eat with us.
Their caste system forbids them to eat with foreigners -
we're outcasts!
Well, surely we're all equal in God's eyes?
It's our tradition, Sahib.
God preserve us from traditions...
And vanity.
I don't need this any more.
But William!
No no. no, Dolly. No more pretending.
I've finished with it.
Let the Lord use us as we are.
so, finally we have arrived in Calcutta,
the city of my dreams.
I feel like the apostle paul when he first saw Athens
and his spirit was "stirred within him."
This is one of the finest countries in the world,
full of industrious people,
so remarkably talkative and curious.
The fields are indeed white and ready for harvest.
William! Relax! Look natural.
No, no, no. I don't want them. no.
Good morning sir. Is all well?
Splendid!
Are you all right, ma'am?
Yes, fine thank you.
You shouldn't encourage them.
No, I'm sorry.
Would you like an escort?
Thank you, but we are fine.
Where are you heading?
It's alright officer. They're with me.
Company surgeon Thomas - back from home leave.
I think I stitched you together after your, er...
Disagreement with an angry husband.
Rather anxious to keep it from the governor general I recall.
I must look him up again now I'm back.
I think you can leave these good folk in my care.
Good day, Mr. Mr..
Do you really know the governor general?
In a manner of speaking.
Met him once at a funeral!
Are we entering Calcutta as illegal immigrants and as liars?
No, my dear. As ambassadors.
You'd better get some food on for us, Gahwar.
There's a good chap.
Come along William.
The servants will see to that.
How can we build a community here in Calcutta
with the east india company breathing down our necks?
We'll have to be careful, I admit.
But it does have its advantages.
What advantages?
This house, for instance.
This house is... It's obscene, john.
How can we possibly justify it with our limited resources.
And all these servants, they're so unnecessary.
That, if I may say so,
is the opinion of a man who has never lived in india.
I dare say.
But, how much is all this going to cost?
Do you really think the people will accept us
while we're living here in this mansion
with half a dozen servants to wait on us hand and foot?
Chapati Sahib?
No, thank you.
You think they'll respect you more for living in a hovel?
There's nothing noble about poverty.
Perhaps not.
But there's nothing to be ashamed of either.
We came here with a clear plan for establishing a mission
and I just can't see where this place fits in.
We simply don't have the money.
We shall see.
It's not a question of my comfort.
I'm...
It's ridiculous john.
The way we're living, we'll be out of funds in no time at all.
Trust me, William, I know what I'm doing.
I still think that we should stick to the original plan,
to live modestly off the land.
Out of sight and out of trouble.
You wouldn't last a month!
Of course we would!
Nonsense!
Then I must insist on having my share of the funds
to use as I wish.
We're here to preach the gospel, john -
in the byways, and in the villages -
not in jail or on the boat back home.
Now, I must do it -
and if you won't honour that commission,
then I'll...
You'll what?
I'll have to ask you for my share of the funds john,
though God knows that is not what I want.
All right if you insist!
Go on! Take it!
What are these for?
To sell - what do you think?
But where's the money?
Here!
You've really no idea how to survive
in this country, have you?
Well, I wouldn't have chosen this way!
Let me show you how things really work here.
What's he saying?
He says, he will only pay three hundred rupees.
Tell him that they're the best quality from England -
but we'll accept 450 rupees.
Look - best english quality.
We can not accept less than 450 rupees.
Where else would you get anything this good?
You asking me where?
There, my brother, he's selling scissors.
And over there, my cousin, he's selling scissors,
and over there, another cousin of mine,
he's selling pen knives and scissors,
and over there, goodness knows who's selling scissors.
Sahib - all from England... And all better than these.
How was I to know there would be a glut
of scissors and pen knives?
How could you do this to us?
We've hardly arrived and already our money's half gone.
I did what I thought best!
Yes, well your best has put our whole mission in jeopardy.
How can I preach the gospel if my family is starving?
I wouldn't shout your intentions in public.
If the wrong people hear, we'll be out of the country
before you can say... Scissors!
Well, then I shall not say scissors!
John, I'm sorry.
We must find a better way to solve our differences.
We certainly must.
Come on.
Dr. Thomas!
Mr. Fletcher. What can I do for you?
We have a warrant for your arrest.
There must be some mistake.
You're charged with leaving England
with unpaid debts in excess of two hundred pounds.
Oh come now, you can't really...
This way, sir, if you please.
Unhand me! You'll regret this.
Don't worry William - soon have this sorted out.
Hmmm... William?
I'm sorry, did I wake you?
No, it's all right.
I just came over so tired.
Have you had a good day?
I'm afraid not.
What's wrong?
John's been arrested for debts he failed to clear in London -
and he spent all our money on worthless knives and scissors
that he thought he could sell at a profit.
What's going to happen?
I don't know Dolly.
And we can't afford to stay here;
and if I'm caught preaching,
I'll also be arrested and shipped back home.
Even if I avoid that, we're on our own now,
and that's not how we planned it!
How could I have been taken in by him?
Oh, William.
Wait! I think this must be it.
William, we can't live here!
Of course we can. We'll do it up.
Ooh, you can't mean that.
I doubt if it is even safe.
By the time we've finished it will be a palace -
just wait and see.
Come on.
Here we are - Felix, open the windows.
Peter, help mummy with the bags,
Kitty and I can sweep through,
and in the light of day
you'll be surprised at the change we'll see.
Why do we have to live here?
It was much nicer in Calcutta.
We can't afford to live in Calcutta.
John managed it.
John spent our money as well as his own.
And look where it got him.
Well, at least he had priorities.
And so do i, Kitty. Just not the same ones.
I don't want to live here.
We don't have much choice, Felix.
Kitty, will you see to a meal, I must feed Jabez.
It'll all work out Dolly, just wait and see.
Hello!... Hello Sahib!
Come in. Oh Basu! Good to see you.
Come in. Come in.
I got your note, Sahib, but why are you living here?
Because it's all we can afford.
Never have I seen an Englishman living like this.
Well, perhaps we can break a few more taboos.
Basu, we need a plot of land -
big enough to grow our own food.
Could you find something?
I will try Sahib, but such land does not grow on trees.
No, of course not. But you will try?
Of course.
Oh, another thing -
would you be willing to help me improve my bengali?
I'm afraid I can't pay you much but...
Oh, it will be my pleasure, Sahib.
Good! When can we start?
There is no time like the present.
What's your name?
William Carey.
Well, Mr. Carey.
I hope you weren't doing what I think you were.
Perhaps you'd better go home before I ask any more questions.
What am I to do?
I'm here to preach the gospel,
and yet if I do I am likely to be put in prison...
Or deported.
How can you be so sure this is where God wants you?
I don't know Kitty, but it's a conviction
that has grown within me and I dare not ignore it.
But you could serve him somewhere other than
this God forsaken place!
Kitty my dear, I know what you are saying,
but I believe this is where he has put me,
and until it's clear we should move, then I must stay.
Well - at least you could find some work
and provide security for your family.
God knows we need it.
If only my family felt at one with me in the work,
I would find a great burden removed.
I am in a strange land,
alone in the midst of many people.
I have no Christian friend, a large family to feed
and I am finding it difficult to provide
for their most basic needs.
Have I so mis-understood God's will?
Since moving to bendel,
Dorothy and the boys have all been suffering from dysentery.
Dear God, what is happening to us?
There are times we despair even of life itself.
Dorothy, what are you doing up?
Can't lie in bed all day.
But, you're not well - you should rest.
But, who'll look after everything?
Well, me of course.
Then it's a pity your not better occupied than picking flowers.
Well, at least they brighten up the place!
It'd be better to have the house cleaned
and the washing done.
Oh, that's not fair!
You know I'm doing all of that.
And what about the cooking?
Meals don't make themselves!
Can't you see there's no food in the house.
Huh! The place is a tip.
It's no wonder we've all been ill with such filth everywhere.
Oh, and that's my fault too I suppose?
I'm doing my best.
Why don't you ask William
why we're in this hovel with no food!
He brought us here.
Can I have one please?
No, I'm afraid not, Peter.
Please.
No, no. Come on, Peter. come on.
Carey Sahib!... Carey Sahib!
Asha! Good morning.
Good morning, Sahib.
I was just coming to your house...
Hello Peter.
Sahib, I've brought some vegetables from my garden.
I thought your wife might like them.
No, no, I couldn't possibly.
Please, Sahib.
If your wife and the children don't eat
they will fall ill.
But you need. I mean...
We have plenty.
Please - I know you need it.
It's too kind of you.
I... I don't know what to say.
Oh, it's nothing. You're always welcome.
And this, Peter, is for you.
Just a few sweets I made this morning.
Peter?
It's a fine thing when we have to rely on charity.
My dear, it's God's provision
whether it comes from our own labours or the hand of a friend.
Let's just be thankful.
It's humiliating.
Peter...
Thank you father for your gracious gifts.
May we rejoice in your goodness and continue
in your service. amen.
I think William you could give more thought
to your family.
Kitty, don't you think I want the best for all of us?
Would any father want to see his family live in squalor -
not knowing where their next meal will come from?
I just don't see why we have to live in such a slum.
Because, I must serve God where he wants me,
not just seek out my own comfort.
But it's not just your comfort.
There's your family as well!
The bread of adversity is never easy to swallow.
Well perhaps you should think twice
before making others share it.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Please! Stop it! Please!... stop!
Namee yeasu christo
bando karo!
Yeasu christo namai.
please!
No... oh, dear God.
During the long voyage from England,
and our three months here,
I have tried to prepare myself in every way for this task
of ministering to the people of india.
But in truth nothing could have prepared me
for the horror I have witnessed today.
A young woman burnt alive on the funeral pyre of her husband.
Please God, give me the key that will unlock the fear
and superstition that drives them to this terrible act,
and to share with them the love and freedom that is in Christ.
William, I think you'd better come.
What is it?
I don't know?
Some dreadful disease I've no doubt.
And for what?
Not now Kitty.
Get some cold water and a cloth.
Dolly, my dear.
Snakes - where are they?
Mustn't touch.... The children mustn't touch.
Shhh. it's all right. There are no snakes.
Shouldn't have listened to you. We'll all die.
Don't fret Dolly, I won't let that happen.
This is enough William.
You must get her back to England.
Not now Kitty.
When will you see what you're doing to us all?
Kitty!
This is neither the time nor the place.
When is the time? When we're all dead?
I don't know what to do anymore.
With Dolly struck low,
I can only pray that God will restore her to health.
Where do I go from here?
How I long for a renewal of the vision
that brought us to this land.
Sahib, Sahib, I have heard wonderful news from my cousin.
A piece of land is available in the Sunderbans
ready for growing crops with a bungalow already built.
It could be available rent free to the right person.
And I am sure you are a very right person Sahib.
Oh, this must be a gift from God.
Basu, bless you.
Sahib, it's here!
Sahib, the bungalow is not free.
What?
Yes.
It's the home of one Mr. Short
of the east india company who is...
Who is out at the moment.
Now what?
Oh William.
What are we going to do?
I really don't know Dolly.
Excuse me, can I help?
I'm Charles Short.
William Carey, sir - and my family.
You're Mr. Short from the bungalow?
Yes, with the salt department.
I hadn't expected to see any english folk today.
We're a missionary family sir,
expecting to have found the bungalow empty.
We had been assured that we could live there.
Ah! Well, I had intended to move
but the company insisted otherwise.
Look, I've plenty of room.
You're welcome to stay with me for a while.
It'll soon be dark,
so let me help you with your bags.
Oh, please, allow me.
Thank you.
Oh, thank you, Hori.
So, you're a missionary, Mr. Carey?
Yes, the first from our Baptist mission.
Well, there aren't too many people here -
unless you want to convert the tigers, what?
Tigers?
Yes. 20 people were killed by them last year,
which is why so many people have left the area.
Oh, but they needn't be a problem.
So now you're here, what are you going to do?
Well, I've been allocated some land
which I intend to cultivate,
but my real task is to preach the gospel.
You say there are not many people here?
Oh, they'll come back, they always do.
Look, I shan't say a word to the company about your plans -
but I'm not a religious man,
so please don't make me a target.
Agreed.
Good.
Tomorrow we can decide where to build your house,
and plant your garden.
Now, miss Kitty, perhaps I could tempt you?
How can you smoke that awful thing?
Who's troubled most by mosquitoes - you or me?
I don't know why they find me so attractive.
I think I could guess.
Oh, what a beautiful sunset!
Yes, just what I was saying to Kitty.
We're not seeing
many of the locals returning, Charles.
Oh, more will come when they see
you're not afraid of the tigers or the night spirits.
I hope so.
Being a missionary, does require people to preach to, you know.
Mind you, it would solve my dilemma
of what to say to the company!
Oh, by the way, this came for you earlier.
Oh!
You really don't have to do that -
Sunil does all the washing.
Well, old habits die hard!
I have an old habit of taking a stroll about now.
Will you join me?
Well, I have just finished
and Dorothy won't need me for a while, so,
yes, I'd like that.
So, how do you like india?
It's getting better.
But I'm sure I wouldn't have come
if I'd known how hard it would be.
So why did you?
For Dolly's sake.
She wouldn't come without me
and I couldn't see the family split up.
I was finally persuaded by Dr. Thomas.
Ah! I know him from of old.
On top of everything we discovered
we were illegal immigrants.
Though all William wants to do is preach.
The company's only interested in one thing.
If missionaries upset the locals, trade would suffer.
You know, I didn't want to come to such a remote place,
but now I'm glad we did.
So am i.
It's nice here, I feel safe.
So long as you're not too venture-some.
Even I don't go far without this.
It's not just the tigers, there are snakes too.
Oh Charles.
It's all right. I'll look after you.
Uncle Charles! Uncle Charles! There's a tiger!
What? Where?
There were two of them - and they were chasing us!
There were three big, huge ones.
All right boys, you're safe now.
Come on, let's go.
I know you're concerned
but it's rare for a tiger to attack humans.
Tell that to the 20 men killed last year.
Look, I received this from john yesterday...
Where from - prison?
... apologising.
"I know, my dear brother,
the extent to which I have failed you,
and can only ask for your forgiveness
and the chance to make a new start."
Not before time. What's he after?
He's been offered a job as a manager
of an indigo factory at £250 a year.
Well, let's hope he can keep it.
...and his employer has offered me a similar job at Mudnabatti.
Mudnabatti?
And what do you know about indigo?
You're a missionary, not a factory manager.
I'd have to learn -
but at least I'd have a ready-made congregation there.
You'd have a salary too - and security.
How many more moves will there be?
Perhaps this is from God Dolly.
Just think of the advantages.
But, we've only been here three weeks.
Oh Kitty, what next?
Kitty.
This may come as somewhat of a shock, but today,
I asked Kitty to marry me,
and she has done me the honour of accepting.
Charles, Kitty my dear, congratulations.
So, if you go to Mudnabatti, it will be without Kitty.
God bless you both.
Oh Kitty...
Perhaps now, we can finally settle down.
For so long my days have been clouded with heaviness,
but now I begin to be like a traveller,
beaten out in a violent storm,
who with all his clothes dripping wet,
sees the sky at last beginning to clear.
They look content.
They're secure here.
And they enjoy helping you.
You're looking better too.
I try, but I miss Kitty so.
I know, my dear. I know.
Basu, why don't they respond?
With practice they will understand you better Sahib.
You mean I'm not very good?
It is hard for you,
and there is much tradition to overcome.
I wanted to ask you something.
Just after we arrived from England,
I came across a funeral
at which the widow of the dead man was burned.
It's a custom we call sati.
What makes women do it - are they forced?
Not all.
Hindu belief that life is a constant cycle -
that death is followed by rebirth -
is very powerful.
A supreme act of sacrifice in this life
will guarantee a better reincarnation.
The belief is often much stronger
than the fear of pain or death.
But the woman could be quite young -
would the family approve?
They would expect it.
The wife would bring shame on her whole family
if she didn't follow the custom.
And is it always followed?
No. not always.
It depends on the family and how devout they are.
But it's not commanded in the hindu scriptures.
No, but it's tradition.
Most people don't have the shastras,
and certainly not in bengali.
Well, then we should give them the shastras
as well as the gospel in bengali.
Then they'll see from their own scriptures,
that sati is not a religious obligation.
daddy! Come quickly. it's Peter!
What is it?
He's got a high fever.
What should we do?
How should I know?
John would know what to do.
So would Kitty.
Please God.
Don't take the life of my little boy.
Please in the name of the Lord Jesus.
William! William! You must come!
He's getting worse. What can we do?
We've done all we can.
He's in the Lord's hands.
No!
Oh cruel death -
and cruel tradition that leaves me alone
to bury my own dear son.
The Indians are afraid of losing cast.
If they touch the dead body of my dear child,
they become outcasts.
It is a high price to pay
and I can not blame them for that
how I hate the superstitions that so possess them.
...the life of our dear son Carey.
In the name of the father, and of the son,
and of the holy ghost. amen.
Amen.
Come away Dolly.
You must leave him now.
Murderer! Murderer! You killed him.
I can't take any more.
Take me home.
Dear God, have I so misread your will?
Is being in india no more than the pursuit
of childhood fantasies of travel and adventure?
Have I sought to justify my own desires
under the banner of Christ's commission?
Oh wretched man to have inflicted
such suffering on those I love most dear.
And yet - I can't put out of my mind
the millions who live in darkness
of tradition and superstition,
which only the light of Christ can drive away.
How can we love others and not wish the best for them?
Every villager has the right to read for himself
of the light of Christ in his own language.
Dear God - is that why you've brought me here -
to give your word to the villagers
in their own language and teach them to read it?
I can't blame you Dolly for wanting to go -
or for doubting him.
It's not easy to have faith in the midst of suffering
when there's no proof of God.
But despite everything we must trust,
we must have faith,
even if it's all we're hanging on by.
In spite of everything, I choose to believe in him,
because I know I'm here for a purpose.
How can we leave india?
Thousands of women die on their husband's funeral pyres
through fear and superstition.
I can't abandon them in our darkest hour
when they live in perpetual darkness.
I can never leave india until the light of God's love
drives out that darkness.
That's why I'm here Dolly -
to light a candle in a dark place.
Where is Carey, Sahib?
Dhanyabad
Mr. Carey?
Yes?
William Ward, sir.
Just arrived from England to join you.
From England?
And you... Er... you...
Sent by the society and I bring you their good wishes.
Thank God!
How I've prayed for this day.
Thank God!
What's your trade?
Well, I was a master printer.
A printer?
I've got the whole of the new testament waiting for you.
Come on.
So Lord Wellesley is accusing me
of harbouring dangerous french spies!
I am instructed to interview them
and report their particulars sir.
Well do remember that though the east india company
controls much of india,
you now stand on danish territory.
Surrounded entirely by land controlled by britain,
any trespass outside Serampore
would put them under his lordship's jurisdiction.
And any harassment of those under the protection
of the danish crown would be seen as very serious.
His lordship feels that papists could be french sir,
and that with napoleon frustrated in europe
he could turn his eyes on india.
He needs to be sure that these new arrivals
are not french spies.
Well, to put your mind at rest Mr. Fletcher,
let me introduce you to our papist priests.
One of their number, a Mr. Ward, is absent -
visiting a friend -
but the others are here.
Ah!
Mr. Joshua Marshman and his wife Hannah.
Baptist missionaries from England, not papist!
The others are resting -
perhaps you'd like to meet them and the children, later?
No sir, that won't be necessary, but I would remind you,
the company sees missionary activity
as counter to local custom
and therefore a threat to civil order.
Your company is interested only in trading rights
and maximising profits.
What happens here is the concern of the king of Denmark -
and it is to him alone that I answer -
and not the British governor-general!
So you're really a printer?
Have been for fifteen years.
Well, you must come and settle here.
I've got a small press that you can set up,
and then there's your companions -
they're teachers you say? -
they could start a school..
William! William!
The company won't let us out of Serampore.
I only slipped out secretly.
You must join us!
With danish protection, think what we could achieve.
Will, it's tempting, but my wife.
Is she alright?
She's paid a high price for coming here.
Is she often like this?
Some days she's... She's well.
And others...
There are women with us who would love her William -
and give you and the boys all the support you need
but what has her sacrifice achieved, will?
Even the society, they think I'm more interested
in being a merchant than a missionary.
I think they only want to hear about
people flocking to the Lord.
Yes, but they haven't exactly been doing that.
Does that trouble you?
It troubles me that perhaps I've missed my calling.
Perhaps I've failed with my preaching
because I should be concentrating
on the written word.
Maybe I'm a planter, not a harvester.
You know, so many people live in bondage.
We're chained to what we don't understand.
We're chained to what we do understand.
We're chained to ignorance and superstition,
and God forgive, we're chained to tradition.
Men impale themselves on hooks.
Babies are sacrificed in the ganges.
Women die on their husband's funeral pyres -
and it's all in the name of tradition.
Yet we have the very thing to set them free.
The word of God.
If we could just give it to them in their own language.
I mean think of it, will,
your arrival here gives me such heart.
It all begins to make sense...
You know the hymn, will?
"i once was lost, but now I'm found,
was blind, but now I see."
Give me a month -
and God willing we'll all be together in Serampore.
Today we arrived at tiny danish settlement of Serampore
on the banks of the mighty Hooghly river.
I scarcely dare to hope that the vision
that has been lying dormant for so long,
may at last be pushing up its shoots into the light of day.
Dear God, let it be now.
Will!
William, Dorothy, you've made it.
Weary and dusty - but safe.
Ah, welcome. Welcome all of you.
Your rooms are ready. Come on in.
Oh, be careful with those plants
Joshua, Hannah, meet William and Dorothy - and the boys.
Welcome to Serampore.
Thank you Joshua. And Hannah!
You must meet Dorothy.
Welcome! I'm so glad you're here.
Joshua and Hannah are teachers from bristol.
We need them.
Then we heard you'd thrown away some of your clothes
to make room for even more plants!
Well might you laugh -
but Mr. Roxburgh will be delighted with them
for the botanical gardens.
I met him last week and told him that you were a gardener.
I'm hoping that he'll let me have a few bulbs,
then we can have a real english garden.
Or a danish one.
We wouldn't have this house if it wasn't for colonel bie.
The danish governor?
He wrote to welcome me as "an honoured friend".
Aye. He's a good man.
He's offered to build us a church
and provide premises for a school.
Excellent!
Now - I can write and translate -
and do the gardening!
And Joshua, I hear you can preach.
And will, you'll work the press.
The bengali testament - think of it!
And Hannah, you must start your school.
If we plant faithfully, then God will bring the harvest!
And we'll pool what we earn -
the press should make a profit.
And the school,
there will be plenty of european parents
happy to pay for their children's education.
Can you imagine what we've been through these six years?
I mean, not a single convert,
and fearing that God had abandoned us,
or or that I'd misheard his call.
I don't know why we've suffered so,
but I know God's never been far away.
There's been a reason for everything and we shall find it,
here, in Serampore, with all your ideas and enthusiasm.
Any cuttings you want - just take them.
Thank you colonel, you're most kind.
Ah! Let me introduce my other guest.
Lady charlotte here gives valuable help
in running our little colony.
Mr William Ward.
Enchanted.
Mr. Ward.
Mr. William Carey.
Delighted to meet you.
Welcome, Mr. Carey.
And welcome to Serampore, gentlemen... please.
Thank you.
Well, I hope you will enjoy living here Mr. Carey,
though I'm afraid we can't compare
with the splendours of British Calcutta.
On the contrary lady charlotte,
a colony that offers the sharing of the gospel
seems to me far more attractive than one that doesn't.
I hear that in England you were a shoemaker, Mr. Carey.
Not a good one sir. I mostly mended them.
Charlotte, Mr. Ward here is a master printer.
We were talking earlier of the print shop he wants to set up.
Printing fascinates me, Mr. Ward.
Then as soon as the press is set up
you must come and see it in action.
I should like that.
What do you need most Mr. Ward?
Well, Mr. Carey already has a press,
so we just need ink and paper and founts of type.
You might need to make your own type
but I can recommend a merchant in Calcutta for the rest,
once I've issued you with danish passports.
Thank you colonel.
Huh! You might as well have both God
and the danish crown to protect you!
I thought I'd find you here.
Would you like to walk?
Joshua's out visiting,
seeing parents who have put their boys down for the school.
I want to open a girls' school next,
then one for Indian children.
Yesterday we met a lovely brahmin gentleman.
Why did you come here?
We were teaching in bristol and heard how you'd all come.
But you wanted to come?
Yes - we knew God was calling us.
It's all right for you - you can read and write.
You can be part of Joshua's work.
But it was your example that encouraged me to come.
When I left England I said goodbye to everything I knew.
I don't even have my sister to talk to now.
I'll be your sister, Dorothy.
I'm just a millstone round his neck.
No, William loves you.
Everything is slipping away -
and when I think of tomorrow -
there' s nothing there
he won't still love me Hannah, I know he won't.
Oh.
Ah, it's good to be able to leave
an apprentice to look after things.
Who's that?
Young man called Felix Carey.
Says he wants to be a master printer!
Really? What's he doing?
What every apprentice should be doing on his first day,
sweeping the floor, polishing the press!
Ah! Is this it?
Mr. Carey - and you must be Mr. Ward?
Yes... er... Good morning.
I've been following your exploits
with interest, Mr. Carey
- and that of your associates.
You not only entered india illegally,
but for several years have moved around preaching
and converting the villagers.
Well, at least it's correct to say that I've preached...
That's against the law Mr. Carey.
But I obey Christ's command
that we preach the gospel to all nations.
The law here is that of Lord Wellesley
and he doesn't allow illegal immigrants
to upset the locals by preaching customs
which are alien to them.
Our mission here is simply...
You are here without permission
and clearly on an illegal enterprise.
I must ask you both to come with me.
But we are residents of seramore
and not under the authority of Lord Wellesley.
But this is Calcutta - not Serampore.
And this is a danish passport,
which unless I'm mistaken
guarantees us the protection of the danish crown.
Tread carefully Mr. Carey, tread very carefully.
If you hadn't brought us here,
Peter would still be alive.
Oh! Agh!
Dolly! Agh!!
Murderer! Aaaagh!!!
Will! What's happened.
It's Dolly. She's in such a state.
Don't you think she'd be better cared for elsewhere.
What are you saying?
That i... that I put her in an institution?
It might be an act of love.
When I married Dolly,
it was to love and cherish in sickness and in health.
Till death Joshua. Till death.
Shall I love her more by assigning her care to strangers?
No, I could never put Dolly away. never!
Three hundred rupees?
Every month,
and with the demand for places growing,
that will increase.
So, as long as the numbers are high in the english schools
the fees will continue to fund the native schools.
Yes.
Joshua. Do you like it?
Why, yes.
Can't we start a class for local girls?
I'm sure they'd come.
I don't think parents would approve
of their daughters learning to read and write....
Excuse me.
I am wanting to enroll my son, Nishi, in your school.
Of course, come in.
I'm a friend of Mr. Basu and we also knew Carey, Sahib
when they lived near Calcutta.
We'll be pleased to have your son here.
Thank you memsahib .
Do you by any chance have a daughter?
Yes, she's six.
If we had a girl's class, would she come?
I don't know, memsahib.
Her father may worry she lose caste.
Oh, excuse me.
William, I think you two have met.
Asha! What are you doing here?
Mr. Basu found a job for my husband here.
That's wonderful! How good to see you.
My son Nishi.
Nishi? Namaskar!
you wait till you see the boys -
you won't recognise them!
I was so sorry to hear about Peter.
You've had a terrible time.
Yes. it's been worse for Mrs. Carey.
She took it very badly.
But, thank you.
The schools are growing.
I work unceasingly at learning new languages
and translating the Bible into them.
The print shop is already supplying all its own materials,
and soon we shall be giving to the people of india their
own great works of literature, and the word of God.
Look, William look!
We're nearly there will!
After all this time. We're nearly there.
There's a few corrections, mind.
I er... I hope I'm not intruding.
No. this is an epic moment - look!
Our bengali testament.
How wonderful. What skills you have.
They're God's gifts and he'll use them.
Now, let me show you around.
Everything you see here - paper, ink, type -
all of it is made here in Serampore.
Remarkable - and you print so much.
This press will be the very heart of our renaissance.
with all these languages it's more like a pentecost!
They're beautiful.
we're even accused from England
of inventing languages so we can claim to print
the scriptures in them!
You must ignore such ignorance.
They can't even begin to understand
what their missionaries achieve.
Well, these are my missionaries
and I trust the Lord to use them.
William.
Yes!
I think that wave was for me.
John, what are you doing here?
Visiting an old friend.
It's good to see you, how are you?
Perhaps a little humbler than last we met.
Let me have a look Krishna...
Can you move your arm?
No Sahib.
You've dislocated your shoulder,
and to put it back will be very painful.
Do you understand?
Yes, yes Sahib.
Hold him tightly. This won't be easy.
Aghhhh!
Now, that will be painful for a while -
but it will get better.
Thank you, Sahib.
God will bless you for your goodness.
He'll bless us both -
not for our goodness but because he loves us
and because his son died for us.
I've heard that before -
but isn't the death of God's son a shameful thing?
God's love for you, Krishna,
proves you're very precious to him.
Now, go home and rest.
I want to see you in a couple of days time.
Will you come and see me at the mission?
Yes, Sahib.
Krishna, can you read?
Yes Sahib. I can.
Then take this.
It's the book of Matthew Sahib and it tells how Jesus
was hurt and killed and won a mighty victory over death
so that we can all live forever with him.
thank you, Sahib. I will read it to my family.
For seven years I've waited.
And now we have brother Krishna -
the first of the harvest.
Welcome to our fellowship of believers.
Thank you. I am most happy.
Thank you for opening my eyes.
It's God who has opened your eyes and has forgiven you.
Yes, Sahib.
Krishna, it's good you're here.
I must leave tomorrow, but my prayers will be with you.
Thank you, Dr. Sahib.
Now, will you share our fellowship meal?
Yes, I should like that.
You know what this might mean?
They will say I have broken caste.
We are all equal in God's eyes,
and we recognise no barriers of caste or race here,
so let's eat our meal and rejoice.
Thank you.
Who is responsible for this?
This man is 'feringhi'. He's a traitor.
So what is his crime?
He has eaten with the european missionaries
and has broken caste.
This man is under the protection of the danish crown -
as is everyone here.
How can he be a traitor
by having a meal with my friends?
Sahib, this is our way.
Nobody can be a Christian and eat with foreigners
without being cast out and...
I forbid you to harm this man or his family.
Anyone who does will answer to me.
Now, home - all of you!
Krishna pal, on the confession of your faith
in our Lord Jesus Christ, and at your own request,
I baptise you in the name of the father,
and of the son, and of the holy ghost.
Krishna, you know there is nothing sacred in this water -
only in the miracle that has made you clean.
Yes Sahib, and I will pray that my wife and my family
will also be baptised.
And God will answer your prayers,
but you must trust him.
Yes, Sahib.
Come.
Welcome to our fold.
I'm so happy for you.
thank you very much.
The chain of caste is broken my friend. welcome!
yes, Sahib.
Welcome. God bless you.
God bless you.
Thank you.
-congratulations. -thank you.
I'm very happy.
Bhairav, it's good you're here.
Yes Sahib, I think I want to know more about your Jesus God.
Then he's already at work in your heart.
Seven years and at last,
the new testament in bengali!
Years of planting and waiting for the shoots to grow.
And look!
Indian brethren baptised and others soon to follow.
The bengali scripture - the schools,
the work among the poor and the sick, God is at work,
and through his grace, the harvest has begun.
Spurred on by the prospect of a new church in india,
we are building more schools to prepare
men and women for leadership.
Over there?
Right over there, beyond the pond.
Look, this is what it's going to be like.
It's wonderful.
You must come and visit the school when it's built.
Thank you.
You've achieved so much already.
With a lot of help!
William, you must come - it's Dorothy.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Dolly?...
Dolly, can you hear me?...
Dolly, I'm so sorry.
'i am the resurrection and the life,' saith the Lord,
'he that believeth in Me, though he were dead,
yet shall he live.'
we commit the body of our dear departed sister Dorothy,
to the earth, and her soul to almighty God.
May she rest in peace, and perpetual light shine upon her.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away,
blessed be the name of the Lord. amen.
amen.
That's all for today. I'll see you again tomorrow.
Off you go.
goodbye.
Goodbye - there you go boys.
Put your things on there. You've worked very hard today.
Asha! Hello.
Hello memsahib.
Memsahib, I've talked to my husband and he's agreed
that his daughter may also come to school.
Wonderful!
Our girl's class starts on monday -
will you bring her then?
Yes memsahib.
Good. And how is Bhairav?
He's well.
He's reading the Bible with Krishna this afternoon.
Krishna wants him baptised.
And what about you asha?
What do you want?
I don't know.
I'm just frightened about what may happen.
Good morning Mr. Carey,
I was hoping to have a word with you.
Why, yes, of course Mr. Fletcher.
Oh thank you. How kind.
Quite a little industry.
Yes, well there's plenty to do,
printing all these translations.
Mr. Ward's away so I'm trying to fill in for him.
You don't mind if I continue, do you?
No, of course not.
Thank you.
Perhaps you could just... Thank you.
Lord Wellesley asked me to visit you.
He is very impressed with your work in translating
so many of the bengali classics.
Oh how kind.
Now where's that...?
Ah! You've got it. Thank you.
He is unhappy that so few of the company's recruits
are familiar with the local culture.
Few even learn the language....
I've been saying so for years.
So he has founded fort William college,
and I am here to ask for your support Mr. Carey.
What? You're asking for my help?
But you've always opposed our mission.
Mr. Carey, I much regret that,
but I know that Lord Wellesley has the highest regard
for your language skills and the balance you achieve
between religious and secular literature.
So much so that he invites you to take on
the teaching of sanskrit and bengali in the college.
You'd of course have pandits and scholars
to assist you in this work.
500 rupees a month.
Think what the mission could do with that!
And recognition by the company would remove the constant threat
of arrest we've been living under.
How much time will you spend there, William?
I'd leave by boat monday afternoon, and return friday.
It's not something to rush into.
I came to india with great visions
of converting the hindus with my preaching...
My preaching.
Six years before the first convert!
It's clear now that's not the gift God has given me.
My gift is languages.
That's what I must do -
study, translate, and teach.
Then, when the Lord multiplies the harvest
they'll have scriptures to feed on.
I'll have time and facilities
to do all of those things at fort William.
And the opportunity to be alongside
the seat of government.
If we're going to play a part in abolishing sati,
we need a voice, where it will be heard.
And then, a college of our own.
A college?
The church needs leaders,
so we must have a college to train them.
Printing the word, education, the abolition of sati.
The three pillars of our mission.
I've been asked to visit Lord Wellesley next week
if I accept his offer.
Whatever you decide, we're with you.
This new status not only
provided finance for the mission,
but it gave me the opportunity I have longed for,
to fight those injustices that have tormented
my heart for so long.
I think you'll get your ban on sati
but it will take time.
You must persuade people by argument, and not by force.
If only Indian voices were heard.
Perhaps there's one - a brahmin financier in Calcutta -
a scholar too.
He's spoken out against Satti and may be your man.
Raja Ram Mohan Roy.
Excuse me.
Can I help?
I am looking for Professor Carey.
Oh but, he is away until next week.
I am his pundit.
Is there anything I can do?
I have read a pamphlet of Professor Carey's
against the practice of sati.
It is indeed a subject on which he feels strongly.
And he shows an unusual understanding of our shastras.
Yes, and he is presently compiling a translation
of the ramayana and a master sanskrit dictionary
showing how all our languages are related.
Really!
Then he is indeed a friend of india.
I look forward to meeting him.
May I know who called?
I am Raja Ram Mohan Roy.
Oh!
While the work of the mission continues,
every monday I row the 16 miles down river
to the city of Calcutta and return the following friday.
My time at fort William is filled with lectures
and more translation work, not just of the Bible,
but many of the great works of Indian literature.
Namaskaar
Namaskaar
I have long wanted to meet you professor.
I am Raja Ram Mohan Roy.
I'm delighted to meet you.
Thank you, professor.
We have much to talk about.
Of course, there is so much I would also
like to discuss with you,
though we may not agree on everything.
Then let's concentrate on what we can agree on.
Now, you know that I'm opposed to sati -
and I know from your writings that you feel the same.
We both know the hindu scriptures do not require it,
and yet the east india company won't ban it
on the grounds that it is a religious tradition
which can not be interfered with.
Can we work together so that your religious leaders
and the governor general can see that they're wrong?
Certainly - but it will not be easy.
You see, the view is deeply held that a woman who dies
on her husband's pyre is doing a supreme act.
Her release from earthly suffering and rebirth
into new life is a very very powerful force
which will not easily be overcome.
But many such sacrifices are not voluntary.
Indeed, but we shall both fight this battle
knowing we do so together.
Professor, your love for our country and our people
make you a true friend of india.
Fire! Fire! Fire!!!
Fire! Help!
Get water, quick!
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Organise a line of buckets.
Joshua! Forget the paper, we must save the presses!
A beam smashed his head.
Gently, lay him down.
Will, be careful!
Joshua. get some water - on the roof!
Oh, will!
The fire has destroyed years of translation work,
preparation of an entire sanskrit dictionary,
all our wood-cuts, type founts and a new consignment
of paper from England.
It has been devastating and the whole community
has suffered with it.
How are we to understand such things?
Where do I go from here?
There is nothing I can do but start all over again
with God's help and the encouragement of those around me
especially dear charlotte.
This is a shock to us all.
How would it reflect on the mission?
Couldn't it wait?
William, I understand.
But what will others think?
What about another three months?
Then may it shall be.
Congratulations Sahib.
Thank you, I'm so glad you came.
I have news for you which I have kept especially
for your wedding day.
What's that?
I am wanting to be baptised Sahib.
I have given my life to Christ and must now take this step.
Oh, Bhairav, bless you.
I couldn't have had a better wedding present.
Thank you Sahib. Thank you very much.
The college which was founded
three years ago with 37 students,
is holding its first graduation ceremony
in the grand new buildings at Serampore.
It will be open to all.
No cast, colour or country shall bar anyone from admission
to this college,
and I pray that the blessings of God
may be mightily upon it.
William... William.
Congratulations.
Well done.
Oh, William. Your dream has come true.
Not quite my dear - but here's the man who may help it to.
Professor Carey, Mrs. Carey.
I congratulate you on your achievement.
Professor, I am most impressed.
Thank you, but I take little credit.
The house you see here, God has built.
I thought it was our bengali builders!
Well, certainly they played their part.
It's so strange, professor,
that it takes someone from so far away
to spark our renaissance.
We are in your debt.
You're very kind but you know
the breakthrough I'm waiting for.
A little patience Dr. Carey.
I'm sure we will succeed.
Please God!
Namaskaar, ...
Hello brother, Namaskaar.
Hannah, I've got some terrible news.
Bhairav's been murdered.
Oh Lord no! No!
What about asha and the children.
Where are they?
The children are with Krishna and Rasoo.
No one knows about asha.
Bhairav's parents have taken his body to their village
to prevent there being a Christian burial.
And?
No one knows where asha is.
We've looked everywhere.
No one knows - or no one's saying.
We must pray she's not being held
against her will to be sati,
oh, please God, no! No!
His funeral was secret.
They probably fear that if there was sati,
the mission would suspend its good works.
And if not, their traditions are weakened.
So no one's saying a thing?
Even Krishna can't find out.
We have a martyred brother and we're powerless
to comfort his wife - even if she's alive.
You have influence.
But not power.
Would anyone raise an eyebrow if Wellesley
marched into this tiny danish settlement
in response to my interference?
Women are dying, needlessly - thousands of them.
It's murder!
I know the figures - you drum them into me often enough.
People those killed in religious pilgrimages,
and babies thrown into the river,
but this is not our country!
Oh, so, we're not meant to care?
Care?
Do you think I don't care?
The east india company is right -
you can't come to india with its centuries of civilisation
and tell them they're wrong and we know best!
If I ban sati and a riot spread out of Serampore,
Wellesley would roast me alive.
Does that mean we do nothing?
No it does not!
Spurred on by fear of the tragic death of asha,
we took our cause to the highest authority in the land
to fight against this wicked practice of sati.
Ram Mohan Roy did much to persuade
not just his own people,
but took our cause to parliament itself.
At Serampore we used every means available
to bring this evil to the attention of those
who had the power to stop it.
And then one sunday as I was preparing
for the morning service...
William, I should go ahead with these.
All right, I just need to change a few things here.
For you Dr. Carey, from the governor general.
Oh. thank you, Krishna.
Joshua!! Joshua!!
What is it?
He's done it!
After all these years, he's done it!
Who's done what?
The governor general. He's abolished sati! Look!
He wants me to translate it and send out copies immediately!
Oh, my love.
Thank God! We must tell everyone.
No, you tell them.
If I delay who knows how many more women may die.
Oh, Joshua, will you preach for me?
I certainly will!
Oh, William!
You can't imagine what our service was like.
We shed tears of joy. You should have been there.
There is nothing I would rather have been doing
than translating the governor's letter.
Just think of the lives it will save.
Dr. Carey ....
Asha!
Oh thank God, thank God!
I had to wait until it was safe.
Well, you're safe now. You're amongst friends.
So, will, the press, the college
and the abolition of Satti.
You've achieved your three aims.
Who said I only had three?
Now it so happens...
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