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Hello, control room...

Come in! Control room... Come in!

The situation is under control but send us backup force immediately.

Too many people have taken to the streets.

Everything is under control,

but we still need reinforcement. Control room! Control room!

This is beyond our expectations.

Far too many people have come out in protest.

Send more backup force at once.

Control room here! Control room here!

Officer, fire! Open fire.

Disperse the crowd! Open fire!

Orders repeated. Open fire!

But sir, the rally is absolutely peaceful.

So far there has been no disharmony...

They are just demonstrating.

They are absolutely peaceful.

Officer, you've been ordered to open fire and disperse the crowd.

Fire! Open fire!

Sir, I don't think that's a good idea.

Listen to me, officer. We must teach them a lesson.

This is an order from the higher authorities. Open fire!

Officer, do you read me? Open fire!

Officer, we must retaliate! We must!

These are your orders.

Fire, Inspector! Open fire!

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First stage of progressive myopia.

Your eyes are weak, Michael.

And gradually, in the coming few years,

you'll be losing your eyesight.

Hello?

Your name is Michael, right?

You killed my son.

Do you know how old he was?

He was only twelve.

You also have a son, don't you?

One day he will also turn twelve. Better not forget that.

Keep him safe from me.

You communist motherfucker!

Listen...

Hello...

Hello...

An act committed negligently and with full awareness of the consequences,

this incident is declared a criminal act of murder.

Michael Rodriguez is charged with concealing his vision problem.

His service is terminated on grounds of negligence and homicide

under the Police Act.

He will not draw any benefits for his past services.

He is terminated from his duties as an officer.

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X -A -U

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T -H

T -M -U

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I...

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T -U -A -E

I can see everything clearly.

You can read this board even with your eyes closed.

You remember it all.

Michael, you have progressive myopia,

with retinal degeneration.

There's a story about a blind man.

When he got his vision back after surgery,

he couldn't bear what he saw.

He went back to the doctor and said, "I want my darkness back."

"The world is not worth looking at."

Michael, that darkness was that man's whole world.

Your world is the one that you see.

Won't I be able to see anything?

No.

Not even what is close?

No.

My son?

Roy!

What's the matter?

Aren't you playing?

Too tired, dad.

Come.

Dad, my bicycle kick was just like Ronaldo's!

And scored a goal.

-Really? -Actually, two goals.

Okay Roy, I just got some work here.

-Come, sir. -Hello.

Can both these photographs

be framed together?

Yes, why not? Quite easily.

We have some great options for the background.

It'll just cost you 750 rupees.

That's beyond my budget.

In that case, give me 500 rupees, a flat sum.

Five hundred rupees!

I'd rather use that 500 to raise my son.

Thank you.

Dad, I want this comic book.

Later.

Hey Roy, look who's there!

Rwitika aunty!

Hey! Roy...

Okay, I'll get going.

Michael, aren't you coming with us?

No.

Bye, Roy. Be good.

Let's go?

What do you keep looking for with your eyes closed?

My destiny.

Sir, watch your step... Sir!

Lay off! I can manage.

Dad, look! A mobile phone.

What are you getting me on my birthday?

There's time for that...

Off to bed now.

Michael!

Michael!

You bloody beggar...

When will you pay the goddamn rent?

Hey you, Michael!

Why don't you mortgage your son?

Bloody childless woman!

Why don't you do something about your infertility?

D'costa! D'costa!

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Yeah, right. Come along.

I'm okay...

I'm okay.

Brush my teeth after dinner.

Then pack my school bag, iron my uniform.

Shoes are already polished. Take my lunch box from the fridge.

Which already has sandwiches. Say goodnight to my kittens.

And you have to go to work. Right, dad?

Wrong!

You missed the most important bit.

No watching TV.

Okay?

Dad, I want a bicycle on my birthday.

We'll see.

Rain!

Sorry, I got late.

-Munna must be waiting for us. -Chuck it. Look!

My new phone!

It's a used one, but it's lucky.

It started raining the moment I bought it.

What do you mean?

What's the connection?

Vodafone...

-Lifetime plan. -Come on, let's go.

Taxi!

For the phone.

-It's new. It'll get wet. -Let's go.

Understand.

You should also buy a cell phone.

Hello.

Michael...

Today is his birthday.

And you killed him, you motherfucker!

How's this ringtone?

Welcome, Supercop!

Sorry, sorry...

Ex-Supercop.

How are you?

I heard that another party made you an offer...

For the same film?

Yes. But...

I didn't leave any room for doubt.

I just acted like I didn't have a clue.

How did you like the print?

It was okay.

But now we're worried about the next super-hit film.

Why?

The police have been paid a hefty sum.

No prints can be made for a whole week.

I can give you...

A copy the very next day after its release.

But this time...

I will charge you double.

Double the money?

It's double the risk too.

I don't want any fuck-ups.

Michael?

Listen... How did it go?

We got the deal for the next film.

Great!

-Money? -The usual.

Advance?

-None... -None?

Hello?

Wrong number.

What the hell...

What's happening?

Why is it so dark?

My eyes...

Oh no!

Is it happening?

Is it happening?

Oh bloody hell!

I can't see...

I can't bloody see...

Roy! Roy...

Roy!

Roy!

Roy!

Roy! Help me!

Roy! Help me!

Roy!

I can't see... Roy!

Roy! Roy!

Roy!

Dad...

Oh God...

What happened, dad?

Why is it so dark in there?

I... I thought...

The bulb must have fused again.

The bulb has fused?

Were you scared?

What will that darkness be like?

So I won’t have to wait for very long now?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Michael!

Michael!

Michael!

Excuse me...

Sit here.

This seat is reserved for you.

Sunglasses.

Sorry.

Sorry. Extremely sorry.

The one who paused While walking

He started walking again With pauses

The one who paused While walking

He started walking again With pauses

He started walking again With pauses

In the shadows Of darkness

In the depths of hope

He is lost counting paper

His eyes slept away

His eyes slept away

-Hello... -Hello.

Bhai...

I need some money.

What? More money?

Son of a bitch! I need the copy within two days.

Don't forget that you've already taken an advance.

I'm warning you... I won't have any fuck-ups.

The story of the walking steps

The tricky evening is beckoning

The story of the walking steps

The tricky evening is beckoning

The shroud of memories is not yet old

The relationship is broken Between the tears of the eyes

I became like a bubble

He is lost counting paper

His eyes slept away

-Good Morning, Michael. -Morning.

My newspaper...

Yes.

My rent?

Reading your horoscope won't change your fortune, you beggar!

Shut up, D'costa!

-Here you go. -Thank you.

What does the doctor say?

The treatment's on.

He says that...

Perhaps gradually, everything...

Perhaps everything...

Things will be fine.

You know what the horoscope says today?

That I'll have a really bad day.

And yours...

Will be even worse.

All the best.

You too.

Makkhan.

Hey Makkhan!

-When is the print coming? -Tonight. Here, it's a new camera.

Take a print as soon as it gets recorded. I'll handle the rest.

It’s a big film.

You should have asked for more money.

-You should have taken an advance. -Enough now.

Want to grab a bite? Something nice and hot?

Here...

Go on then.

I'll get it.

Charge my phone till then.

Hello?

Hello, Michael?

-Yes... -I hope you remember, bastard...

Only four days to go.

Your son is going to be twelve.

Don't leave him alone... I'll kill him.

I know exactly where he plays football, and which school he goes to.

First, I'll screw him hard

and then shoot him point blank, you motherfucker!

-Hello, who's this? -Who's this?

With your eyesight,

you're losing your memory too, you motherfucker!

Forgot you had killed my son!

Michael?

What happened?

Where are you off to? The print is about to come.

That rally had been so peaceful.

There were women, old people, and children.

Nobody was creating any ruckus.

In their thirty-year-old history, the ruling Communist party

had never seen such a huge protest against themselves.

Elections were round the corner,

and they were fearing defeat for the first time.

The dominance of the red flag seemed to be waning.

It was the start of something new, to form a new government.

And then came an order from the higher authorities.

But sir, the rally is absolutely peaceful.

Just to teach those people a lesson,

the bigwigs sent an order through the wireless,

that I tell my men to open fire.

It was my duty to obey my officer's order, but...

I couldn't bring myself to tell my men

to open fire.

I fired a shot myself,

but aimed it towards the ground,

so that even if it hit anyone, it would hit only their leg.

How was I to know that the bullet

I'd fired towards the ground

would hit a twelve-year-old boy's chest?

Just where I'd aimed,

just in my range.

And then just to save the police from getting the flak,

they suspended me.

Progressive myopia was just a bloody excuse.

You know how there's a lesson

at the end of every parable in the Bible,

maybe there's something more to this too.

Some explanation may be.

How does it matter, Michael?

You can't change anything, can you?

The boy you killed was my son.

My only son.

He was born to us after years of prayers and yearning.

His body is right in front of me.

His mother refused to see his face or believe that he's no more.

She says, "Bring my son back." How can I? Tell me, you motherfucker.

You also have a son, don't you?

What will you do when he turns twelve, you motherfucker!

Hello... Hello... Rwitika...

Rw... Rwitika... Listen to me! Listen...

Do you know of any boarding school

that would take Roy?

Where we can send him at once, as far away from here as possible.

I have to get him out of this city, Rwitika.

I have to get him out of this city. Listen, I... I think...

Boarding school will be a safe bet. Please find one for me.

I've even saved up money for it,

and I don't think it should be a problem. Rwitika, please...

Please help me find a boarding school! I don't have much time.

Yes, I... I know, but he listens to you.

If you tell him, he'll come around. Please help me, Rwitika.

Rwitika, there's no time. Listen!

Listen to me...

What if he gets myopic too?

He could become blind like me.

I don't have any time, dammit! I have only four days.

I'm sorry, maybe I'm just over-reacting.

Roy...

What you do you want for your birthday?

Nothing.

But one,

little bird told me what you want.

A bicycle?

A red one?

Thank you.

But one promise.

You won't watch a lot of TV.

Right then.

-Bye, dad. -Bye.

When do we start, tonight?

-What? -The piracy.

The print has been lying here.

Don't we have to deliver the copy tomorrow?

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll do it at eleven. Tonight.

Okay.

-Tell me something... -What?

Did anybody call for me on your mobile?

For you?

You've got to be joking!

It's been so many days since I got this phone

and not one person has called me yet.

In fact I was going to ask you

to call me from outside.

At least I'd get my first call.

I'd have even given you a buck for it.

Michael, listen to me...

Come on, get back to work...

You'll be done before dinner.

And in your best handwriting.

Okay.

Michael, call for you.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Must have been Makkhan...

Roy, listen!

You'll not step out of the house alone anymore. Understand?

Why?

We're going to leave this city before your birthday.

But I've my exams and my football tournament.

I don't want to go anywhere.

I know you want to pack me off to boarding school.

I don't want to go anywhere!

You'll do exactly as I say. Understand?

Finish your homework and go to sleep.

-And don't argue! -But dad...

Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad, please...

I need to feed the kitten. Dad!

Michael!

Let's go.

What do you need this for?

Badam's men...

They know that I record for you.

Even they want a copy.

I refused but the buggers are pestering me.

Don't worry.

How much for this?

Nothing for now.

Give it back once you're done with it.

Know how to use it?

Oh, I completely forgot!

But this is far better than your service revolver.

Keep these...

I'll send someone in the morning to pick up the print, yeah?

Giving us the copy tomorrow, right?

Yeah.

You'll get a first-class copy in the morning.

Michael, you're counting days, right?

Only three days to go...

What have we here?

Let me see!

Where had you kept them hidden?

I won't give them to you!

But they're mine. I'd given them to you.

And now you'll snatch them back? Why?

I'll do whatever I please.

Drown them, throw them, eat them! Why should you care?

Better you throw them in water than spend it on alcohol,

or that rotting leather factory of yours.

What did you say?

Rotting factory?

Dare you say that my factory is rotting!

I'll rip off your skin and hang it in that factory, understand?

What's this?

-Only a thousand? -Yeah.

Just got two and a half thousand.

They'll pay the rest later.

The money hasn't come. That's what they say.

You sure, you're not lying?

Ask Munna if you don't believe me.

Pay the tram ticket, atleast.

You pay for now and add it to my account.

Fucked-up bastard!

-Listen... -Yeah?

Did you call me yesterday?

Call you?

No.

Why?

Nothing.

Michael, I want to talk to you about something.

What?

What?

Mr. D'costa has taken all my jewelery.

Oh... I tried really hard to save it.

But he took away my last...

It's all gone now.

Maybe he took it for his factory.

Hasn't his factory been in bad shape for quite some time now?

Sit down... Please sit... Sit!

That's what I used to think.

But that's not what it is.

He's up to something else.

Like what?

I get the smell of another woman from his clothes.

Oh, come on, Mrs. D'Costa! This is...

I can smell her, Michael.

He's taken them to her!

How can you be so sure?

Why don't you try talking to him?

He's impossible to talk to.

I can't talk to him.

Michael, please help me.

Me?

Whatever he is doing,

is not for himself. It's not for me.

He's not doing it for this rotting house.

He is doing it for a child.

He can do anything for a child.

You... Here?

Yes.

I've come to tell you that I'm going away for a few days.

I'll pay you all your money when I come back.

Are you going on some treasure hunt?

I've landed a big job.

It's good money.

I'll pay all the rent once I'm back. I promise.

Hey you!

Beggars don't make promises. They beg.

Follow that taxi.

What is it, sir?

Police.

That's the one, right?

Oh, that's someone else.

Sir, this is some other taxi.

Looks like we lost your taxi in traffic.

Where's Badam bhai? I've come to take money for the film.

Dad...

You're back?

Yeah...

Rwitika aunty wants to take me out tomorrow.

You'll come with us, won't you?

Go off to sleep now.

How are you getting on with your studies?

Fine.

I can smell money here.

I can smell money in this room.

Didn't I tell you I'll clear all my dues once I'm back?

I don't think you'll come back.

Of course I'll come. I'm leaving all my things behind.

Your things are of no use to me.

I want money.

But who's going to pay you so much?

I won't wait for very long, Michael.

Where do you want to go for dinner, day after tomorrow?

On my birthday?

Yes.

But dad wants to take me away from the city.

Where?

I don't know.

He doesn't tell me anything these days.

And he behaves very strangely.

Michael...

Two days...

You have only two days.

Bhai, we need an explanation for the client tomorrow...

There's already another print in the market.

What should we say?

I knew it.

Something would go wrong.

A man who can kill a twelve-year-old child

can stoop to any level.

He can't be faithful to anyone.

Let's wait for some more time...

You struck a deal with Badam? You sold the stuff to Badam?

No... I didn't...

Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

You bastard, do you know the kind of loss you've caused us?

Look here... Look here!

-It wasn't me... -Shut up! Just shut up!

Bhai trusted you and... You bastard!

-I didn't... -Come and meet Bhai tomorrow.

He'll decide what to do with you now.

It wasn't me.

-It was Makkhan... Makkhan. -Trying to fool me.

-Makkhan did it. -Where's the gun? Where's the gun?

Speak up, you bastard!

It’s with Makhhan.

Find Makkhan...

I can see. I can see everything clearly.

I can see everything clearly... These bloody doctors!

They don't know anything.

The morons tell me that I'm going blind.

I'm... I'm just myopic.

I can see clearly...

Dad!

-Dad! -Michael!

Michael, what happened?

Dad, get up!

Get up!

Rwitika... Rwitika!

Dad!

-Roy, open the door! -Rwitika... I have only two days.

Dad, careful!

He called...

He called again...

Dad, come...

-Be careful! -Rwitika, boarding school...

Who were those people, Michael?

I know them.

That I can tell.

Listen, Rwitika.

Can you take Roy home with you today?

And leave you here to die?

You and Roy can't save me.

You've never trusted us, Michael.

I won't go anywhere.

I don't want to go to boarding school. I don't want to go anywhere!

Look here, Roy and I cannot stay here.

We cannot stay in this city. We'll have to leave.

Where will you go, Michael?

Take him to your place, just for today.

Please.

I'll come tomorrow morning.

I promise.

Hello?

Just one more day to go... Twenty four hours.

Make the most of your son while he's alive.

And then I'll kill him.

Just like you'd killed mine, motherfucker!

-Makkhan! -Michael...

-Those guys will kill me. -Why the hell did you do this?

You sold the print to Badam?

What else could I do?

You wouldn't give me any money.

Michael, please give me some money.

I'll run away from this city.

They've threatened to kill me.

They've called me at nine.

They've called me as well.

Why don't you understand?

Why didn't you give me more money?

Badam must have paid you too. What about that?

The bastards didn't pay me a penny.

They treated me like a dog.

Took turns to screw me, the bastards!

Michael, please give me some money. They'll kill me.

I want to flee from this city! They've called me at nine.

Please help me! Listen to me.

Okay wait, wait a minute...

We're friends, right?

Badam's men will kill me. They're out to get me.

Okay, fine. Just a moment.

Please, you've got to help me...

Those people will kill me. Please don't do this...

Michael, I'm talking to you!

What? Where's my money?

-What the hell are you doing? -Where's my money!

Move, man!

-Michael, why don't you listen to me? -What the bloody hell...

-Michael! -D'costa, you son of a bitch!

I won't leave till you give me some money.

D'Costa, Where's my money?

D'Costa! Open the door, you bastard!

D'costa! You bastard!

I'll get you thrown in jail, you crook!

-Please check! A twelve-year-old boy... -There's no report about any such boy.

-How's that possible? Check properly. -We've no such report.

-Who keeps calling me then? -So what the hell can I do?

A ghost calls you! A ghost.

A ghost? Did the same ghost pinch my money as well?

What is it that you do? Where did you get the money from?

-You please check... check properly. -Sit... sit down.

-I want to lodge a complaint. -You sit down.

I want to lodge a complaint!

Shut up! Just shut up!

We cannot lodge a complaint of a dead person.

Are you mad?

I'm not mad! I am a bloody police officer, dammit!

Shut your mouth and get out. Just get out of here!

Get out!

Rwitika!

-Wait... -Rwitika.

Michael...

-Rwitika, where is Roy? -He is sleeping. What happened?

-I need some money, Rwitika. -What?

I've to arrange for some money... from anywhere.

I need some money. I need some money, desperately.

-He's sleeping. What's your problem? -It's a huge problem, Rwitika.

Rwitika, listen!

I need money desperately. I need it.

Please, listen to me.

Someone has stolen all my money. All of it.

-Michael, what money, and from where? -From my wardrobe. I'd hidden it there.

I'd been saving it so I could send Roy to a boarding school.

It's all bloody gone.

Help me, Rwitika, please.

Please arrange for some money...

-Just enough so I can take Roy away. -Where will you take him?

Michael, you could lose your vision anytime now...

-Will you make Roy beg on the streets? -Don't say that!

Who would steal it?

That... that...

D'costa. That bloody dog.

He sniffs money out.

But why would he do so?

Because I owe him a lot of money.

But why would he steal?

Because he can sniff money out.

-He can sniff it out! -Keep your voice down.

And his bloody wife sniffs his clothes.

She hunts for another woman's smell in his clothes.

They are bloody lunatics. Both of them!

They're mad.

Not they, Michael. You are going mad.

Sick.

Hurry up!

Happy birthday, baby...

Happy birthday, baby.

Where is dad?

We've to go, Roy.

Wear this.

I knew he wouldn't come.

He never wanted to buy me a bicycle.

That's not how it is, Roy.

Maybe he's stuck in some work.

But where are we going?

Michael, haven't you left?

No.

What's the matter?

D'costa...

Where is my money?

That's a good joke.

Aren't you supposed to give me money?

Look, I need that money badly.

Please.

Please return it to me.

Please.

Has he lost it?

As far as I know, this is my house. And you are my tenant.

-You have to pay the rent. And not me. -I'm not talking about the rent.

Then?

The money that you stole from my wardrobe.

I'm talking about that.

Look...

Didn't I tell you?

These beggars should be thrown out.

Look how he's putting on an act. Wants to go off without paying me.

-D'costa, enough. -Same age-old tactics! Get off!

-Michael! -For the last... You stay out of this.

Michael...

-I'm saying this for the last time. -Michael...

Return my money... Please.

Please return my money.

Michael, please...

I've already spent it.

Come on, Michael! How could he have taken your money?

Come here, you just come here.

Yeah, we did it together. Now what?

Have you lost it?

Why are you trying to provoke him? He is holding a gun.

Michael...

He didn't even know that...

No! No! He's the one!

He's stolen it! He's a bloody thief! Must have spent it on that woman!

Yes, I stole it.

That money was mine. You owed it to me.

Shut up, D'costa!

Michael, if you must accuse someone, accuse me.

I have the keys to your house, remember?

You bloody liar!

You cheat!

Where did you suddenly get all this money from?

You owed me six months' rent.

You lied to me.

You lied to your son too.

Enough, D'costa. Put the gun away, Michael.

Gun?

Looks like a toy to me.

Not bad for a toy.

Whose is it? Roy's?

For god's sake, you sit down. That's not a toy.

And you... Didn't you have to go? Then go! Why are you here?

To make things worse? Please leave.

When I empty its bullets into your head,

then you'll know whose toy it is.

Bloody blind beggar!

You've come to play with me, flashing this toy?

You blind asshole!

Michael!

D'costa!

Oh, my god!

D'costa!

Michael!

Why did you do this?

Why?

Why did you have to kill him?

Michael, what have you done!

I took your money.

What!

He didn't know anything.

I took your money.

For my operation. For my treatment.

I trusted you.

We could have had a baby.

I was going to undergo an operation in two days.

-Why did you do this? Why? -Mrs. D'costa, I trusted you.

Where's the money?

Where's the money?

At the hospital.

You...

No! Michael, no... Don't shoot. Please, Michael!

Please... please!

Boom!

Michael!

You can't leave! Michael!

Michael!

These fading moments

These fading moments

Stir up a storm

Now he is tired So he paused

He is lost counting money

His eyes slept away

His eyes slept away

Roy!

Roy!

Roy!

Roy!

Where have they gone?

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

May good luck be with you...

And happiness...

To...

Happy birthday, Roy.

Hello...

Rwitika.

Where have you vanished with Roy?

I'd gone to your place too, Rwitika.

What is the meaning of this?

Let me speak to Roy.

Who?

Whom do you want me to speak to?

Who? Rwitika, I'm talking to you.

Where are you and where is Roy?

Rwi... Rwitika?

Look here!

Whoever you are, I don't want to talk to you.

I need to talk to Rwitika. I need to talk to my son.

-Dad! -Roy...

-Dad! -Roy...

Roy...

Where is he?

Please let me talk to him.

Listen...

I beg you. Please don't harm my son.

Please, I beg you.

They had ordered me to open fire.

The bullet that hit your son...

Please let me talk to him. Please.

Please, I want to talk to him.

Roy!

Roy!

Where are you, Roy? Can you hear me? Roy!

Where are you?

Someone? Who is that bastard? Do you know him?

How could she do such a thing?

Roy...

Run away from there! Do you hear me?

Roy, just get out from there.

Just get out from there! Don't trust that bitch.

Whoever's there with you...

Don't trust them. They want to harm you, Roy.

But...

Police...

Revenge?

You're seeking revenge through a child?

If you want revenge, take it from me. Face to face, you motherfucker!

Michael...

Listen... My son hasn't done any harm to you.

Michael...

Can't you see that I'm talking on the phone?

-Can't you see? -Put the gun down, Michael.

Hello?

Hello?

There's been an accident at the Red Road crossing.

Yes.

A man got run over...

Send an ambulance immediately.