no. this must stop.
i am the father. you sit there.
he will grow up all wrong. only you can serve him, only you can wash his bowl. too tidy, everything just so. he must know his place.
long life.
i am sorry, lhamo.
not the way to talk to people.
no.
are you? of whom?
i do, now.
i do, beautiful horses. thank you, holiness.
where will you keep them?
i will buy them for you.
hmmm.
sometimes you strike the goat, to scare the sheep.
he will not be ours much longer.
goodbye, kundun.