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[Hopeful, sweeping music]

[Orchestral music swells]

et them make a fool of him.

[Laughs]

[Uplifting, playful music begins]

Hey, stop looking at the face !

Do your schoolwork.

If you don't come with your homework done tomorrow ...

don't even bother coming to school.

Madam, please sign this.

Well, I'll sign it, but listen to me.

This teacher is always so angry with the kids.

He tells the kids they don't finish their homework.

Really? He himself comes after finishing all his "homework."

What homework? What do you mean?

What do I mean?

Sweeping, mopping, cooking...

he does it all before coming here. Really? Yes.

He's completely under his wife's thumb.

What else?

You're not like that, are you?

Don't be. It's a bad thing.

You don't know my nature.

Any child who doesn't do their schoolwork,

I'll slam them against the walls!

Alright, today's class is over.

Everyone, come with your work done tomorrow.

[in unison] Yes, sir.

Say, "Yes, sir!" [in unison] Yes, sir!

Go on, you're dismissed.

[School bell rings]

Karmeya, why don't you bring your completed work?

You get scolded every day.

Baljit, what can I tell you?

Whatever it is, tell me.

Baljit, he'll never change. He's just stubborn.

It's okay, Karmeya. Don't worry.

Come on, tell me, what did you bring to eat?

I brought flatbread.

Okay, no problem.

I brought *churi*. We can eat it together.

What, *churi*? I brought samosas.

Hey, samosas? Are there five?

Yes. Not one less, not one more.

[Hopeful, folk-style music plays]

Hey Karmeya, finish our work first.

After finishing the work, put the books in our room.

Okay, brother.

Come on, Jeetu. Let's go play tip-cat.

Let's go.

Hey, Karma!

Yes, Dad.

I know, son. Your heart isn't in doing all this.

But we owe so much to the village head, son.

We must serve him as much as we possibly can.

Go on, get it done, my son.

[Melancholy traditional music plays]

[Laughter]

Mom, I don't want to go to school tomorrow.

Oh dear, why not? How will you become a big officer then?

I've already become a "big officer" by doing

Jaggi and his friends' chores.

Mom,

the whole day goes by doing their work,

and my own work gets left behind.

Then at school, I get beaten by the teacher.

Son, it's okay. I know you can manage everything.

Oh, it's nothing.

Besides, we make our living because of them.

What do you lose? Just do it.

Mom, Dad scolds me there as well.

Why do you scold him?

He's just a child.

He'll understand when he grows up.

Fine, he's your son. You explain it to him your way.

So, he's nothing to you?

Oh, he's my lion cub! [Laughter]

My lion cub, my beautiful son.

Don't you worry. Come, I'll tell you a story. Okay?

Once upon a time, there was a mother and son.

Hmm?

They were very poor.

They didn't even have firewood in their house to cook food.

One day, his mother said, "Go, and bring some firewood."

While searching for firewood,

he instead picked up a snake's sloughed skin.

[Poignant instrumental music]

Look at him, walking like a tortoise.

Are your feet in chains?

Hey Karma, walk faster! Just don't make us late for school.

I'm coming, brothers, I'm coming!

There's a different kind of pleasure in making

someone else carry your bags.

[Triumphant, then somber music]

Hey man, let me see for a bit.

[Upbeat, modern Punjabi music]

[in Punjabi] Karmey, hurry up. Let's go sit outside.

Hmm?

[Music continues]

[Car door opens and closes]

[Somber, atmospheric music]

Look at this, sir.

[Suspenseful music builds]

Ma'am?

What happened, Ma'am?

[Gasps]

[Eerie soundscape]

Here you go, son. This is your village.

[Melancholic Punjabi song begins]

♪ God only gave me sorrow, ♪ ♪ never any happiness. ♪

♪ I only found defeat in life, ♪ ♪ I never won. ♪

♪ Father, forgive your son.

♪ ♪ Oh, forgive your son.

♪ ♪ I couldn't fulfill your dreams.

♪

♪ I see your face before me ♪ ♪ day and night. ♪

♪ I see your face before me ♪ ♪ day and night. ♪

Prisoner number 501,

a message has come for you from the village.

Your father has hung himself.

His last wish was that his son should not be the

one to light his funeral pyre.

[Sorrowful wailing]

[Tragic, emotional song continues]

[Melancholic Punjabi music plays]

[Music continues]

Mother?

Mother?

Who is it?

Mother, it's your son, Karma.

[Emotional music swells]

Karma!

[Sobs]

Karma!

[Sobbing continues]

Mother.

[Sobs]

Karma! My beautiful son.

[Crying]

You're back, my son?

Yes, Mother. Your beautiful son.

Son, is your sentence over?

Have you been released?

The sentence is over, Mother but I'm still not free.

Look... what has become of my son.

Mother, I ate whatever stale food they gave me in jail.

It's not like my mother was there to cook for me.

Besides, Mother, I'm very hungry.

Please make some food quickly.

You sit, son.

I'll make some food for you.

Come. Come, sit down. Sit down, my son.

Mother... you're the only one.

...who understands me.

Yes, son, I understand.

That's the only reason I'm still alive.

Otherwise, I would have been long gone No, Mother.

Not anymore. You don't have to worry about anything now.

Son... I'm here now.

I'll make you some food. Go on.

Go wash your face and hands.

[Sobs]

Go on. Go wash up.

[Water splashes]

[Suspenseful music swells]

Sit down, son.

[Somber music begins]

I... it's not my fault, sir. I didn't do anything.

I'll sort that out at the station.

Let's go! Take him away.

Father!

Don't you dare call me your father!

I spit on a wretched son like you! You!

[Echoing sound effect]

[Somber flute music plays]

Here you go, son.

Here, eat.

[Gentle, reflective music plays]

♪ Your man is like a samosa, ♪

♪ Eat him up with some chutney. ♪

Brother, one plate of samosas, please.

Hey, the leaders' show offs and

Makkhan's kulcha samosas the whole world loves them.

Put five chilies in it.

Not one less, not one more.

Oh, damn it all!

Karma, is that you?

Here you go, Karma. Have some samosas.

Rajpal's special recipe and here are your five chilies.

[Dramatic musical sting]

Here you go. Eat.

[Upbeat Punjabi music playing] Samosas.

My late father, Rajpal, left this samosa factory for me.

It's still his recipe we use.

[Music continues]

I only found out after you were gone.

I was in the village.

...that you had been sent to jail.

[Somber music begins]

Hey, Shamme!

Yes? - Bring some water, and get some for me too.

Here you go, sir.

[Music continues]

This spoon is also for eating.

[Music continues]

But my heart says you didn't do it.

[Upbeat, energetic music plays]

Hey, here. Clean your mouth.

If the samosas are tasty,

don't smear them all over your face,

you rascal.

Come on, let's take a trip to the village.

Let's go.

[Man grunts] Come on, brother.

[Energetic folk music plays]

So, Karmeya, what will you do now?

I say, do one thing... Come work at my samosa factory.

No, man.

Then what else will you do? [Music swells]

Makhani, listen.

I'm going to see the Sarpanch (village head).

I'll ask about work.

If nothing turns up there, then you're always here.

Oh, the doors to my house are always open for you.

Alright, I'm off.

I have an order for 500 samosas to deliver.

Okay, then.

Alright.

Alright, alright.

Hey, alright! [Music continues]

[Sighs]

Greetings, Sarpanch sir.

Greetings.

Go put this milk in the kitchen.

Greetings, ma'am.

Greetings. Who are you, son?

Greetings, Sarpanch sir.

Greetings.

I don't recognize you.

You don't recognize me?

I'm Karma.

Karma?

Aren't you Dharma's son?

Yes.

Oh.

When were you released from jail?

I just got out yesterday.

I thought I should come and meet the Sarpanch.

Good that you did.

I don't see Jaggi brother around?

Jaggy?

[Engine revs] [Intense, dramatic music begins]

[Intense, orchestral music plays]

Jaggy, give me the money quickly. I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Give it to her.

Here, take it... and enjoy.

But Jaggy, this is very little.

Besides, there were two of you.

Oh,

you should be grateful that I'm even giving you this much.

Otherwise, all the girls in the village...

are desperate just to embrace Jaggy and Gindu.

[Man scoffs]

[Dramatic music swells]

You're not doing the right thing, Jaggy.

Oh, whatever we had to do, we've already done it.

[Laughs]

Now get out of here!

[Intense music plays]

Don't be so arrogant, Jaggy.

Or the end won't be a pretty sight.

Hey Ginde... are you going to shut her up, or should I?

Stop your lecturing.

If you want the money, take it.

Otherwise, give it back and get going.

I feel like throwing this money in your face.

But this wretched stomach...

and my family responsibilities...

force me to tolerate people like you.

[Dramatic music swells]

[Men laugh mockingly]

[Intense, dramatic music continues]

[Woman sobs quietly]

[Dramatic music plays]

[Intense, electronic music plays]

Your father, Dharma, was a good man.

But he couldn't make the right decision.

[Somber music begins]

The same father I trusted to hold my finger and learn to

walk as a child If only he had trusted me that day ...

we wouldn't be in this situation.

Anyway, it's fine.

You've spent half your life in jail.

Whatever life you have left, live it well now.

Yes, Sarpanch ji.

Let's see what happens next.

Don't worry.

Look, Jaggi is here.

[Car approaches and stops] [Engine turns off]

[Car door opens]

[Car door closes]

How are you, brother?

Jaggi?

Your friend Karma is here.

Karma, is that you?

It's me. Karma.

How could I ever forget you?

So, tell me, how have you been?

I'm good, doing well, brother.

How about you?

Oh, we're doing great. [Chuckles]

Oh yes, brother Karma, you're out of jail?

[Tense sound effect]

Yes, brother.

Anyway, what's been going on with you guys?

What's there to tell, Karma?

After you left, we couldn't even study.

We just run the business,

and with whatever time is left,

we have fun.

That's great, brother.

Oh Karma, you were a great support, man.

From today, I'm with you, brother.

Alright then, come to work tomorrow.

We'll find some job for you.

As you wish.

Goodbye, Sarpanch ji.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, son.

[Fast-paced, dramatic music builds]

[Sound of sweeping]

[Sweeping sounds]

Baljeet?

[Melancholic music begins]

Karmeya?

Karmeya, you?

Yes, me.

You're here?

Come in. Come, have a seat.

Sit, sit here.

Tell me, what will you eat?

No, no.

You'll never change.

You sit. I'll go make some *choori* for you.

[Upbeat traditional music plays]

Here you go, Karmeya.

[Music continues]

Baljeet, the *choori* is delicious.

Honestly, it took me back to my childhood.

And where are Mom and Dad? I don't see them around.

Dad was diagnosed with cancer.

And Mom also passed away from the grief.

So you live here all alone?

Hmm.

And you didn't get married either?

My parents weren't around anymore.

I had no dowry to give, and no one would marry me without one.

And if any proposal did come without a dowry,

the man was either much older or a divorcee.

Don't you worry. God will make everything right.

Hmm.

Now, my only hope is in God.

[Melancholic music plays]

Alright, it's okay. Don't lose hope.

No no, Karmeya.

I have a lot of hope.

Otherwise, who would have cared for me here all alone?

Alright, it's okay. I'm leaving.

Karmeya, at least finish your churi.

No, that's enough. My stomach is full.

Alright then. I'm leaving.

[Melancholic flute music begins]

What's wrong, son? Why aren't you sleeping?

Can't you sleep?

It's nothing, mother.

[Sighs]

Son,

you may live far away from me,

but you are a piece of my heart.

Don't hide anything. Tell me, my son, what happened?

[Sighs]

When you were little, you used to complain a lot.

Make a complaint today as well.

I still have many complaints, mother.

But back then, father used to listen to them.

And today [Singing] ♪ My mother keeps asking me,

♪ What has happened to you?

♪ You stay so quiet, tell me something, my son. ♪

♪ You stay so quiet, tell me something, my son. ♪

[Music fades]

[Gentle acoustic guitar music plays]

[Water pouring]

[Music swells]

[Pouring sounds]

[Sizzling]

[Intense, melancholic music playing]

Sister Yes.

Yes, brother.

Give me ten rupees worth of candy.

Okay.

Brother, are you Karma?

Yes, yes brother. I am Karma.

Guddi... Go inside.

Hmm.

Yes, brother. What do you want?

[Somber, orchestral music playing]

Come on, man, take it.

Here That's mine!

Uncle, the Queen is mine!

This Jack is mine!

There. So what?

Hey Jesse, throw your card!

Where did Karma come from?

Okay, now it's your turn Greetings.

Hmph.

Greetings are fine, brother.

But after you left, your family suffered a lot.

Your father was a god-like man.

You should take care of your mother.

Your life is now at her feet.

Actions like this bring shame to the whole village.

Now, live the rest of your life with love, my son.

[Melancholic flute and string music playing]

Yes, young man.

What do you have to say now?

Mr. Sarpanch, he fraudulently

took our father's thumbprint

before he died and had all the land transferred to his name.

[Dramatic musical sting]

Mr. Sarpanch...

I took care of Father in his difficult times.

That's why he happily gave this land to me.

Sarpanch sir, he was my father too.

I also have an equal right to that land.

You... just get me what's rightfully mine.

Father died a painful death.

He struggled so hard to breathe that...

Besides, Sarpanch sir, he didn't even show up for Father's funeral.

And now he's here seeking his share of the land?

[Tense music begins]

You...!

And I won't let you grab all the land for yourself.

Quiet, son.

You didn't even care for him when he was alive.

Nor did you come for his last rites.

Now you're asking for a share of his land?

You won't get any part of his land.

Now get lost!

[Somber music begins]

Well done, son.

The Sarpanch didn't do the right thing.

[Muttering] Oh, it's alright It's okay, we'll see. Come on.

Let's go.

[Paper is stamped]

It is a child's duty to take care of their parents.

And you have fulfilled that duty very well.

That's why the right to this land is yours.

Here, take this.

Alright, Sarpanch sir.

I accept your decision wholeheartedly.

Sat Sri Akal.

Sat Sri Akal.

Sat Sri Akal, Sarpanch sir.

Oh, come on in, Karma.

You okay?

Come back home on time.

Don't worry, Father.

Alright then.

Yes, Karma. I was waiting for you.

What can I do for you, brother?

My order is... for you to sit with me.

Ginda, let's go.

Yes, brother.

Let's go.

[Upbeat rock music begins]

[Car engine starts]

[Phone rings]

They've arrived.

You guys hold the fort. We'll be there in five minutes.

[Dramatic synth music begins]

Why, brother? Where are we going?

Just you watch, Karma. See what's about to happen.

[Tires screech]

[Intense music builds]

[Intense rock music with heavy guitar riffs plays]

[Music fades]

[Somber orchestral music begins]

I'm begging you, brother.

Just give me some time.

I'll return all your money.

[Sobs]

I told you so many times to pay on time.

But you didn't listen.

[Slap]

Brother, you can slap me again.

But please don't make my family homeless.

Ginda! - Yes, brother.

Tell them to lock it up.

Brother. Goldy, lock it.

Don't do this, brother. We'll be homeless.

Hey, it's too late now.

You should have thought of this before taking the money.

Ginda! Let's go.

- Brother... - Brother, can I slap him once too?

Scoundrel, if I let you, you'll take over the whole place.

Hit him hard.

Okay, brother.

[Slap] [Thud]

You idiot!

When you don't return Jaggi's money, this is what happens.

Suffer now.

Hey, throw them out and lock the place up.

Okay, brother.

Brother, don't do this. - Get out.

[Woman cries] - Mom, get up.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go. Get out!

Leave me alone!

So, Karma. How did it feel to let off some steam, huh?

Brother...

Honestly, that was fun.

I landed two or three punches on that bastard.

He fell flat on his back. I thought he was unconscious.

Don't worry, Karma. You'll learn gradually.

Okay, brother.

Alright then, Karma. Grab a drink.

Brother, you know I don't drink.

Oh, you fool.

You've done everything else with us for the first time.

Come on, do this too.

Brother Here, take it.

Brother, I've never had a drink before. You know that.

Just drink it now.

When an elder brother says something, you should listen.

Take it, take it.

Drink up.

Cheers.

Cheers! At least say cheers, you fool. Learn, come on.

[Glasses clink]

Here, have another one.

[Pouring drink]

Brother, it's very bitter.

Just plug your nose and chug it.

[Upbeat, celebratory music starts]

Come on, let's go! Let's party!

[Whoops]

Brother... It tastes really bitter.

Don't worry, you'll start finding it sweet, man.

Brother, if you don't mind, can I ask you something?

Forget one question, ask two. What is it?

Brother, can I see this pistol?

Oh, take it, you fool.

What's there to see?

You should try firing it.

Huh? Here, take it. [Tense, suspenseful music begins]

Brother, how does it fire?

What's there to firing it? Here.

Do it like this.

Got it? Then pull the trigger.

[Dramatic music swells]

[Gunshot]

Oh, damn it!

Wow, brother, this is an amazing thing.

My ears started ringing.

Don't worry about it.

We still have a lot more to teach you.

Okay, brother.

Here, have another one.

Okay, brother.

The kids aren't here yet.

Oh, there they are.

[Footsteps approaching]

Greetings, Mr. Sarpanch.

Greetings, ma'am.

Greetings.

Greetings.

Dad, Karma has started training for our work.

Well, that's good. You've put the boy to work.

Karma, you just got out of jail.

You should find some decent work.

[Somber music begins]

You be quiet.

The kids are sorting things out amongst themselves,

let them be.

Is your mother alright, son?

Yes, she's fine.

Well, thank God for that.

Karma, go.

If you want to eat, then sit.

No, no, brother.

My mother must be waiting.

She won't eat without me.

Well, thank God, son.

After you went to jail... You know, son when you were in jail,

your mother endured a lot of loneliness.

Well, it's okay. Now you take care of her, alright?

[Gentle music playing]

Yes, yes.

Okay, okay, get going.

And don't let your mother starve.

Here you go, brother.

Greetings.

Hmm. Alright, Jaggi, I'm going to wash up.

Alright, I'm leaving too.

Sarpanch sahib (Village head).

We've known Karma since he was a child.

Hmm. Karma is a good boy.

The case that was filed against him I can't believe

that Karma would do something like that.

Jatinder Kaur, what you're saying is absolutely true.

Nowadays, people say one thing to your face

and have something else in their hearts.

Well, it's okay.

The rest is up to God.

Hmm.

[Crickets chirping]

Son, if you're sleepy, then go to sleep.

You've embraced me enough.

No, no, mother.

Where were you all day today?

I was just with the Sarpanch, mother.

Brother Jaggi has given me... a job working with him.

Oh, really?

Son, we had so many dreams for you.

[Voice breaking] Your father and I.

[Sobs] Even though we were poor, we kept educating you.

So that you could become a high-ranking officer.

But who can fight against destiny, son?

In the end, it's God's will that prevails.

Poor people like us [Crying] ...

are only born to serve the landlords, son.

[Somber music swells]

[Engine rumbling]

Looks great, right? - It's great.

Jaggi, we'll meet him tomorrow.

Hey, Ginda, is the financing business going well?

Oh, Dad, why are you worried? We're killing it.

That's true, son. But speak to everyone with love.

Our job is to lend money on interest.

You know that when you collect interest from someone,

you must do it with a lot of love and respect.

Alright.

[Car horn honks] Speak with love.

[Car engine sputtering]

Look, sister Gurjit is here.

[Upbeat Punjabi music begins]

Sat Sri Akal.

Sat Sri Akal, brother.

How are you? Come in.

Sat Sri Akal, sister.

Sat Sri Akal.

Sat Sri Akal, mother.

Sat Sri Akal, auntie.

Live long, son.

Sat Sri Akal, auntie.

Sat Sri Akal, son.

Sister, come, have a seat.

Come.

Are you well?

So sister, is everything alright at home?

Yes, brother, everything's fine.

You've visited after a long time.

What can I say, brother...

you know Ginda's father is often unwell.

[Somber music begins]

Because of that, I don't feel like going anywhere.

Sister,

it's also our responsibility to take care of brother-in-law.

But if you visit your parents' home now and then,

it lifts the spirits.

Sister, you should have brought brother-in-law along too.

It would have cheered him up.

Right, dear?

[Chuckles]

Yes, sister, Jatinder Kaur is right.

No, brother, it's difficult for him to travel now.

But it's okay, maybe next time.

Oh my, in all the excitement, I forgot to make tea.

You all chat.

[Laughter]

[Upbeat music resumes]

So Ginda, you don't trouble your uncle, do you?

Oh mother, what are you saying?

You should ask my uncle about that.

[Laughter]

Oh sister, what are you saying?

Nephews are dearer to their uncles than life itself.

[Chuckles]

Besides, with my nephew around, the house is always lively.

And Jaggi and Ginda,

they are inseparable,

like each other's shadows.

[Laughter]

Here sister, have some tea.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Here son, drink your tea.

Grandma, we'll drink it when we get back.

Auntie, you all chat.

We'll just finish a small task and be back.

Hey Karmeya, let's go!

Coming, brother.

Oh, at least have your tea, son.

Oh mom, we'll drink it when we get back. Come on, let's go.

Look at that.

[Chuckles]

That's how it is. They have a lot of love for each other.

[Laughs] [Ominous, dramatic music begins]

[Intense instrumental music plays]

[Rhythmic electronic beat joins the music]

[Music intensifies]

Greetings, brother.

Brother, this is the photo.

[Hmmms]

This is the guy, brother.

Consider your job done.

Now about my job Brother,

your work is also completely ready.

He's the one who acts as the bullet in our gun.

Ginda, check it.

Here you go, brother.

[Gun clicks]

Is it good, Jaggi?

Very good.

Don't worry, your job will be done.

Alright, brother.

[Intense electronic music plays]

[Music swells]

[Music continues]

This is him.

[Tense musical sting]

[Ethereal, tense music plays]

Ginda, shoot him.

[Suspenseful music builds]

[Gun cocks]

Brother, give me one chance.

I'll take the shot.

Hey, stay out of this.

It's not your job to shoot, Mr.

Marksman. If there's even a slight mistake,

the whole thing will be ruined.

Oh Ginda, let's give him a chance and see.

Oh Jaggi, have you lost your mind?

In the process of giving him a chance,

don't let us lose our own.

Brother, just trust me.

I won't waste the opportunity you give me.

Ginda, give him the gun.

if you mess this up,

don't even dream of a second chance.

[Tense music starts]

Karma, go.

[Intense action music plays]

Ginda, you be ready as backup.

If Karma fails, you be ready to finish the job.

Oh, alright, man.

Look over there.

Greetings, brother.

Greetings, brother.

Oh, it's you?

Why are you making small talk?

How did you get my photo?

Then take this.

[Fighting sounds] [Upbeat music begins]

[Shouting and commotion] Get him! Let's go!

Sit down, Karma! Go, go, go! [Music intensifies]

[Music fades out]

Goldy.

Hmm.

[Wallet slaps on surface]

Here, Karma, your reward.

Brother, this much money?

Oh, it's nothing.

You did a big job, after all.

Alright, brother.

Thank you very much.

Listen to me, Karma.

Now, don't get too full of yourself.

And another thing ...

as easy as this job seems, it's just as dangerous.

Understood?

Alright, brother.

And be careful from now on.

Don't act rashly.

Alright, brother.

Go home.

Your mother must be waiting for you, sitting there hungry.

[Somber music begins]

Okay, brother.

Hmm.

Hmm.

[Melancholic instrumental music continues]

[Dramatic music swells and plays]

[Music fades] [Door opens]

What's wrong, sister? You look upset.

It's just, sister-in-law Ginda's father called.

He said to come back soon and bring Ginda back with you.

Sister, your husband is thinking correctly.

When a man is sick,

he wants his children to be around him,

in front of his eyes.

Isn't that right?

Jitinder Kaur, you know this.

Even if we tell Ginda to go back to the village,

he won't go.

Ginda can't last a minute without Jaggi.

Can I say something, brother?

Sometimes, seeing Karma and Ginda together...

I start to get scared.

Because here at his maternal home,

he doesn't have the fear of his father.

I worry he might go down the wrong path someday.

Your fear is completely justified, sister.

Even I feel it sometimes ...

that my pampering has spoiled both of them too much.

Sister...

I don't like this money-lending business of theirs at all.

I haven't liked it from day one.

First,

they give money to people,

Then they use force against them.

People will only curse them.

They won't bless them, will they?

Here you go. Drink your milk.

Here you are.

[Tense music playing]

[Birds chirping]

Here.

The homework I've given you,

you must complete it at home,

okay? Okay, ma'am. -Here, let me see yours.

Here you go.

Tomorrow, all of you must come with your work completed.

Understood?

Yes, ma'am. -Everyone must bring it tomorrow.

You can go now. -Come on, let's go play.

[Uplifting music begins]

Baljeet!

How are you, Baljeet?

I'm fine, Karmeya. How are you?

I'm good, just fine.

Come, have a seat.

So you teach tuition as well?

Hmm.

Forget that. Tell me, what will you have?

Nothing at all.

You'll never change.

Look, we're out of ghee and sugar.

So I can't make 'churi' for you.

I'll do one thing.

I'll bring you some roti with pickle and tea.

Okay?

You come here and listen to me. Sit here.

I've brought something for you. Keep this safe.

So much money? Where did you get this from?

I started working with Jaggi Bai ji.

He gave me this money.

First of all, stop calling him 'Jaggi Bai ji'.

He's a completely vile person.

Baljeet,

you know I've been calling him 'Bai ji' since the beginning.

Hmm, I know.

And you keep your money safe.

I can earn enough to get by.

But Baljeet, I thought you might need it.

You should keep this money safe.

After all, everyone needs money, don't they?

Alright then. I'll be going.

Karmeya, you could have eaten something.

No, it's alright. I'm not hungry.

Karmeya! - Yes, Baljeet?

You've been given a new life. Be a little careful.

Yes, Baljeet. I will be careful.

You don't worry.

[Emotional music swells]

[Singing in Punjabi] If you eat a chickpea kulcha, my love...

...

you'll forget all about burgers.

[Upbeat Punjabi music] Hey, look who it is!

Karma, my friend, you're here!

[Laughs]

So, how have you been?

I'm good, man. Come, have a seat.

Come on.

Hey Shamu! - Yes, sir? - Listen to me.

Bring two samosas.

With five chilies.

Not one less, not one more.

So tell me, Karma. How's life treating you?

Everything's fine.

I'm usually with Jaggi Bai.

Oh, that's great, great, great.

At least you're working somewhere.

Bring some water, son.

[Gentle, thoughtful music begins]

Are you eating with a spoon?

Hey, the leaders' antics and Makkhan's kulcha-samosas ...

are famous all over the world.

But it looks like you're not enjoying them.

Hey, you've never eaten with a spoon in your life.

And today, you're eating with one.

Oh no, not at all. I love samosas more than anything.

[Chuckles softly]

What's on your mind?

Oh, it's nothing, man. I was just thinking about something.

Man, you're hiding something from Makkhan.

You're definitely thinking about something.

Oh no, it's not like that.

I was just thinking about Baljeet.

That poor girl lives all alone.

How does she manage to get by?

I know, man.

Look how educated she is, yet she struggles just to get by.

She lost the shelter of her parents.

And she didn't get married either.

You know how it is.

Even today, people only want to marry a girl who comes with a dowry.

Hmm, you're right.

Hey, Karma.

Man, listen to me. You should marry Baljeet.

No, man.

I've never even thought about it.

Besides, I don't think I'm the right person for Baljeet.

Why not?

For one, God has already dealt her a bad hand.

And if my name gets attached to hers ...

people will just taunt her to death.

Besides, she'll have so many questions about my past.

Hey, don't overthink it. She knows you better than anyone.

[Phone ringing]

Yes, Bai ji?

MAN (on phone): A job has come up that's perfect for you.

Just give the order, Bai ji.

MAN (on phone): Just get over to the workshop.

Okay, Bai ji. I'm on my way.

MAN (on phone): Come on.

I'm coming.

Alright, man. That was a call from Bai.

I need to go see him.

Okay, sure.

Shamu!

- Yes, sir? - Make some strong tea.

- Yes, sir.

- Take these as well.

The poor guy didn't even eat.

Take this one too.

[Water dripping] [Ominous music begins]

[Tense, rhythmic music plays]

So, Karma, you're here?

Yes, brother.

Come on in, Karma.

Yes, brother.

I have a job for you.

Tell me, brother.

Karma,

you have to deliver this bag to the next village, Jindpur.

And be careful, the job will be risky.

Hey Ginde, no one can do this job better than him.

I'm very impressed with his courage.

Brother,

since you're saying so,

I won't return until the job is done.

Jaggi, give him the motorcycle key.

[Tense music continues] [Keys jingle]

Here, take it.

Alright, brother.

[Tense music intensifies]

Jaggi, what do you think? Will he be able to do it?

[Car door slams]

Ginde, even if guys like him die, how does it affect us?

If he gets caught, let the bastard get caught.

We only care about our goods.

You're right, bro.

[Motorcycle engine starts and revs]

[Intense, driving music plays]

Greetings, sir.

Hmm.

Jaggi sent this package.

Open it.

[Bag unzipping]

Here you go, sir.

Idiot, are you carrying clothes around?

No, sir.

The stuff is underneath.

You know there are checkpoints. You can check, sir.

[Plastic rustling]

Is it new?

Yes, sir.

Jaggi changes his men a lot. Don't let him screw me over.

No, no, sir. Jaggi is a great guy.

It's pure, sir.

There's no reason to doubt it.

Just don't get me screwed over.

No, no sir. Don't worry.

This is their daily business.

Alright, get out.

Okay, sir.

[Suspenseful music playing]

[Car door opens]

[Car door closes]

[Chuckles] Well, hello there, Inspector.

Hello. Hello.

Look at this, what a coincidence.

I was just thinking of meeting you.

And you just happened to run into me.

What's there to think about?

You could have just come to my house.

And we could have had a nice cup of tea together.

I would have come ...

but a thought crossed my mind ...

that the house also belongs to the Sarpanch.

He has a reputation in the village.

Don't we have any respect in our village?

[Intense dramatic music]

How much respect you have in your village ...

go and ask in the village square.

Every girl in your village changes her

path when she sees you.

[Scoffs]

And on top of that,

these illegal activities you've started Son...

...the day I find any proof against you I swear to God...

...no power in this world will be able to save you from me.

[Scoffs]

Keep dreaming of finding proof against us, Inspector.

But sadly, this dream of yours will never come true.

Even if a lion eats a deer in the open ...

no one in the jungle dares to even squeak.

[Tense dramatic music]

Jaggi!

Don't get too ahead of yourself.

Come back down to earth.

If you both think of yourselves as lions ...

then get this one thing into your head.

Sometimes, a lion meets someone even more powerful.

I just came to warn you today.

What I'll do next ...only time will tell.

Understood?

[Intense action music starts]

Take care of yourselves.

[Intense rock music continues]

[Suspenseful music plays] [Ringtone plays]

Hello?

MAN (ON PHONE): Brother?

Yes?

MAN (ON PHONE): Brother, the job is done.

Alright, good. Now, get out of there quickly.

MAN (ON PHONE): Okay, brother.

MAN (ON PHONE): Now tell me where I should come.

Do this, come to the brick kiln.

MAN (ON PHONE): Okay, brother.

We have to go take care of some important work.

MAN (ON PHONE): Alright, okay, brother. Okay.

[Hangs up]

[Suspenseful ambient music plays and builds]

[Eerie atmospheric sounds]

[Dramatic music begins]

[Loud, resonant bang]

[Suspenseful music continues]

Yes, Jaggi? What do you need?

Oh, so now I have to explain why I'm here?

Your husband used to come running barefoot for money.

It's been three years since he died.

Forget the principal amount ...

you haven't even paid the interest, have you?

Look, Jaggi you already know ...

my in-laws are no longer in this world.

And I manage my household by tutoring children.

Just give me a little time.

I'll return all of your money.

To be honest I don't even feel like coming to your house.

We studied together, didn't we?

And on top of that, you're so beautiful.

And you have no one else in this world.

Completely alone.

[Gasps]

If you want ...I can help you.

But you shouldn't feel bad about it.

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

MAN (on phone): Hello? Jaggi, son, are you nearby?

Yes, father.

MAN (on phone): Something's happened to your mother.

I'm coming right now.

Look, Baljeet.

Desperate for money,

your husband left the land papers with me as collateral.

If you don't want me to seize your house ...

then come to the fodder fields at 4 PM.

Otherwise, I'll have to take over your house.

And I don't care if you like it or not.

Ginda.

Yes, brother.

Let's go.

[Suspenseful music swells]

[Melancholic flute music playing]

[Suspenseful music builds]

[Flute music continues]

[Dramatic orchestral music swells]

Dad? What happened to Mom?

What else could happen, son?

She got dizzy and fell on the floor.

Doctor, is Mom okay now?

Brother, these were all symptoms of a heart attack.

It's a good thing you called me in time.

That's what saved her.

Oh, thank God.

Just don't let her take any kind of stress now.

The thing is, Mom worries a lot just by overthinking things.

I don't know what she keeps getting stressed about.

Oh, man.

It's alright.

I've given her an injection.

Now let her rest for a while.

Okay, Doctor.

Sat Sri Akal.

Alright, Karma.

You should head home.

I'll see you in the morning. Okay, brother.

Mom, how many times have I told you not to take stress?

You're back to your old ways.

Do you ever listen to anyone?

[Fire crackling]

[Knocking on door]

What have you come for now, Karma?

There's no point in knocking on the door now.

Before, you all just barged right in, didn't you?

[Sobs]

Your anger is justified, Baljeet.

[Sobs] But what can I do?

I work with my boss.

Then what are you doing here?

And by what right have you come?

Say whatever you want to me.

I know I'm wrong.

You were wrong, Karma.

Because of this silence of yours...

you have no idea how much you've already lost.

[Sobs]

If only you had spoken up on the very first day...

Then today would have been different.

And you would have been different too.

[Sobs]

Why aren't you saying anything now?

Speak!

I can't bear your silence anymore.

Go away.

Get out of here.

[Sobs and melancholic music begins]

[Singing] Born from the same womb,

she cares for me more than herself.

Worried about me, that poor soul dies a little every moment.

Worried about me, that poor soul dies a little every moment.

She grew tired of waiting for me,

her dreams left unfulfilled.

Your face revolves before my eyes, day and night.

Your face revolves before my eyes, day and night.

[Music fades] [Fire crackling]

[Liquid pouring] [Cup clinks]

[Sighs]

[Footsteps approaching]

Here, son. Drink your milk.

Mom?

Yes, son?

Tell me, who is worse?

The one who commits an injustice, or the one who stays silent?

Son, the one who silently watches an injustice

is a bigger sinner than the perpetrator.

Staying silent is a sin too, isn't it, son?

[Dramatic music swells]

[Door creaks open]

[Crickets chirping]

[Door creaks open]

[Mournful Sarangi music begins]

[Wailing]

[Woman sobs]

[Mournful music continues]

[Sobs]

[Wailing]

[Sobs]

[Sobs]

[Wailing and sobbing]

[Sobbing intensifies]

[Sobbing]

[Dramatic music swells]

[Tense, rhythmic music plays]

Here, son. Have some tea.

[Sighs]

What happened, son? Are you okay?

Why do you seem so restless?

No, no, mother. It's nothing, really.

Okay, mother. I'm just stepping out for a bit.

What's the matter? Is there some work?

I'll just be right back, okay?

At least have your dinner before you go.

It's alright, mother. I'll eat when I get back.

[Footsteps departing]

[Eerie, atmospheric music swells]

[Intense orchestral music begins]

Huh?

Let go of me!

[Struggling] [Muffled screams]

[Sobbing] [Struggling continues]

[Panting]

Huh?

[Panting continues]

Oh?

Ginde... she's dead.

[Loud, jarring sound] [Dramatic sting]

Ginde, run!

Let's run, run! Let's run, let's run!

[Footsteps pounding]

Look at this, sir.

[Panting heavily]

Madam?

What happened here, Madam?

[Eerie music swells] [Ghostly wail]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Phone keypad beeping]

Ambulance?

[Tense orchestral music]

Let's go, get him!

[Sobbing and struggling]

I didn't do anything!

I didn't do anything, sir.

You son of a... [Slaps] [Grunts]

It's not my fault, sir.

I'll deal with you at the station.

Let's go! Drag him away!

[Slaps] [Screams in pain]

[Woman crying]

- Let's go! - Dad!

Your father is dead!

I was better off without a worthless son like you.

I spit on such a wretched son! Shame on you!

[Somber, dramatic music plays]

Take him out of my sight!

[Slaps] [Grunts]

[Man groans in pain]

[Music intensifies and transitions]

[Gulps]

- Jaggy. - Hmm?

We left the village girls speechless.

But this new look of yours will probably

kill the city girls too.

You look like a total hero.

A hero, my brother, a hero.

Whether I look like a hero or not,

I'm the villain in this area.

[Dramatic musical sting]

By the way, Jaggy bro, one good thing did happen.

- What?

- That cop ...

himself told us in time that the police are looking for us.

Yeah, that's a good point.

The bastard takes the money and pays his dues on time.

But I swear, if I find out ...who the informant was.

And that inspector... he's been after me relentlessly.

Didn't you see him that day? How he was barking.

I don't know what I was thinking, staying quiet.

[Tense music swells] [Footsteps approach]

[Dramatic electronic music starts]

Jaggy.

Look who's here, the principal and the interest.

[Music intensifies]

Come in, Baljit ji, come in.

I was waiting for you.

I thought you wouldn't come.

I've been watching you since we were kids.

You have such an attitude.

Jaggi,

what you call my attitude is my self-respect and pride.

We can shatter that pride in a minute.

Don't think I'll stay silent like Karma.

I'm not one to tolerate injustice.

Karma, Karma, Karma!

You can walk all over our servant.

But when it comes to us?

Listen to me very carefully.

You'll gain far more from us than from him.

Don't worry about it, Ginda.

Karma is one of our own.

Our hand-me-downs from childhood have

always gone to him anyway.

We'll just saddle him with her, too.

Jaggi! He's not a real man.

He's our servant.

Besides, he survived on our leftovers.

There's no doubt about that.

His entire lineage is indebted to us.

Jaggi, I didn't come here to listen to your nonsense.

Here, take these.

My late mother's jewelry.

Deduct whatever interest I owe you.

[Gasps]

Oh, we'll deduct the interest.

But first, you'll pay the penalty.

Jaggi! You're a disgusting human being.

Oh, you haven't even seen how disgusting I can be.

[Grunting and struggling]

Let me go!

Where will you run?

Let me go!

[Struggling continues]

[Intense, percussive music starts]

Let go!

Let me go! Jaggi, let go!

[Music builds as she struggles]

[Gunshot]

[Music stops abruptly] [Panting]

[Ominous, orchestral music begins and builds]

[Music intensifies with choir]

[Man shouts]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot] [Man groans]

[Groaning in pain]

[Gunshot] [Man screams]

[Gunshot]

[Men groaning and falling]

[Gunshot] [Body thuds]

You bastard! How dare you?

You shot my brother!

Think

This bullet could have hit you.

You bastard! How dare you?

You learned to fly from us,

and now you're trying to play games with us?

You've been surviving on our scraps!

Jaggy, only God decides a person's status.

And just because someone works for you,

it doesn't mean you can brand the word 'servant' on their forehead.

And what you call scraps...

is our hard-earned, rightful income.

[Grunts and punches]

[Grunts]

You've got a lot to say today.

Looks like someone has unstitched your tongue.

My tongue was stitched shut by the

values my father taught me.

But as for things opening up...

today, my eyes have certainly been opened.

And when the injustice becomes unbearable,

you have to abandon your values and pick up a weapon.

The wise say you shouldn't become so smart

that you lose your mind.

[Grunts and punches] [Dramatic music swells]

I didn't come here today to listen to you,

nor to make you listen.

Until now, I've been enduring the pain you've given me.

But today, I'll show you what pain really is.

[Intense fight music] [Grunting and punching]

[Grunts] [Punches land]

[Gunshot]

[Man gasps]

[Tense music] [Stumbling]

[Groans] [Body thuds]

[Somber, spiritual music plays]

[Melancholic instrumental music begins]

[Man gasps]

[Eerie, high-pitched ringing]

[Rhythmic pulsing]

I won't let you die so easily.

I still have to witness your destruction with my own eyes.

[Intense electronic music plays]