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Hey there, Ghalib!

I saw the laborers waving red flags.

It's a terrible mess.

One or two defected when we threatened them,

but everyone else walked out.

My helper ran off as soon as I parked the truck.

They've all gone mad!

-Drivers will load their own trucks? -Do we have a choice?

Your jacket looks new!

You might wanna put it back.

Anybody home?

Coming!

I almost thought Mr. Sheikh joined the strike too.

Damn them bloody morons!

My balls are freezing.

Such a nightmare, man.

Another long night for you?

I never let the sun rise on the new Jaipur highway.

Got your truck's reading?

-No -No?

Let's go.

Let's go.

Why would checkpoint looters be out in this early morning cold?

You push yourself for no reason.

Yes, a quick stop wouldn't have hurt.

I'm feeling something in my back now.

I'll take the reading.

Alright!

Five, zero, zero, one, eight, two.

-Man! -What?

Our first truck to ever hit 500,000 kilometers!

-How much does Dilbaug have? -None of his trucks have hit five.

You're the first.

Could you give me a hand?

If you don't mind.

Okay.

So…

the smaller ones go first.

Could you get the other one?

Give it to me.

Let's keep moving, man! We'll lift this one together.

-Okay. -Get the other end.

Ready?

Watch your step.

Wait! Wait!

What happened?

-What happened? -My back.

Are you all right?

Give me a minute.

MILESTONE

Mind the pole…

Keep going…

Keep going…

Mind the pole!

Watch the damn pole!

That's it!

Dilbaug!

Hey, Ghalib!

Could you park the truck for me today?

What happened?

Let me get down first.

You're still driving like shit, boy! I'm wasting my time!

Your brain seems soft like the bread you eat.

I hurt my lower back.

-How? -Don't ask.

Is it serious?

Too soon to say.

Is that so?

-Seems you're due for a service. -No, it'll go away.

But why push yourself so much?

You want Gill to bequeath his company to you, or what?

I know cash smells good, but don't screw up your body.

-Let me park it. -Who is this guy you're yelling at?

A new intern.

I need to train him.

My night vision is not what it used to be.

I'm training him to take over my night shifts.

I'm an old man now.

Look at you! Young as an Arabian horse!

Anyway, I'll see you later.

-Go get a massage or something! -Sure.

Ghalib!

-Yes, sir? -What's the matter?

Why are you limping?

I had an incident.

What happened?

I was loading my truck this morning, when the back buckled.

Damn it.

I'm sorry you're having to load.

These labourers have been acting like thugs.

I'll fix it.

Is it hurting a lot?

Not too bad right now.

It should heal in a day or two.

Listen, an old client is sending their last load tonight.

It's local.

Never mind, I'll ask Dilbaug.

Dilbaug may have trouble driving at night.

I'll take the load.

Are you sure?

-You'll handle it? -I will.

If you need anything, call me.

Just get me someone who can load.

The client will have his own labour this time.

I'll make sure you have help.

Okay.

[in Kashmiri] Mir, don't do that! Behave yourself.

I'm sorry.

[in Kashmiri] Stop it! That's enough!

Hey, you!

Where's the gatekeeper?

There's a strike going on.

Why bother shutting the gate when there's nobody to open it?

Are you new here?

Yes, I started last week.

Last week? How come I haven't seen you around?

I've been doing afternoons, on that mini pickup.

-What's your name? -Pash.

Pash?

Yes.

Good night, Pash!

Are you Ghalib?

Yes.

So…

Should we start with the small ones, or the big ones?

What difference does it make? It's the same amount of work.

Ghalib,

please load the small ones while I go get more stuff.

Is there nobody else?

Nope, just me.

They lost everything.

This is the last load.

Then it's all over.

Hey Ghalib…

there's plenty of food inside. Want some?

Is there anything to drink?

Only Desi.

Bring it!

With pleasure!

Hey, wake up! I need to move my truck.

Good morning.

-How are you, Ghalib? -I'm well.

You've come after so long. We couldn't even mourn your wife's passing.

I didn't want to bother anyone here.

You're finally a city slicker.

I don't even know where I dwell anymore.

By the way, they've paved a new road to your fields.

You can get there even in your truck.

We'll see it when that happens.

It was raining quite hard that night.

I was stuck in traffic on my way home from work.

I got a phone call from Etali.

Her voice was breaking up.

The signal was poor.

The only words I could hear were,

"I'm going."

The line got disconnected.

I tried calling her back, but couldn't get through.

An hour later, I got a call from the police.

Did you ever beat her?

No.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

-Not even once? -Never.

What would you like to say, my dear?

My sister used to call us once a week.

But then she started calling every day. She'd weep on the phone.

She had had an argument with him.

After that, he refused to speak to her.

He even stopped eating with her.

She was depressed all the time.

But he didn't care.

I sold my palatial ancestral home for a tiny flat…

because Etali wanted to live in the city.

Would I have done that if I didn't care about her?

When my sister called him to say "I'm going"…

he didn't even bother to call us once.

Does your father want to say something?

He says he wouldn't have come here,

if he had not lost his entire crop to the rains.

The one person who supported us is no more.

Did she send you money often?

Yes, every month.

Ghalib…

Had you ever objected to your wife sending them money?

No.

Had you ever objected to her job?

I never objected to anything.

She wanted to move to the city. I agreed.

In fact, on her first day at the garment factory, I drove her myself.

I did everything to keep her happy.

If so, then what happened?

I don't know.

Son…

your roots in this village are as old as the village itself.

Your forefathers helped build this village from scratch.

So, it makes me sad to say this to you…

that you must take responsibility for what your wife did to herself.

And…

you must compensate these two for their loss.

Madam Sarpanch…

my grief is as much as theirs.

How does one even measure grief?

I went to great lengths…

which were often beyond my means.

Why?

To give their daughter a good life.

In being courteous to these two,

you've judged me unfairly.

But I gave you a chance to explain yourself, right?

Are there any hidden truths that we should know about?

My greetings to you all.

A couple of years ago

Etali was married into this village.

Some of you got to know her well.

Today we're meeting her family for the first time.

Alas, for reasons that are very tragic.

I must say

that by sharing their grief with us,

they've honored this village council.

Etali's sister and father have had to make a long journey from Sikkim.

We all know Ghalib

as the person who has never caused any villager any trouble.

He's a good man.

Though he's not legally responsible for his wife's untimely death,

but as her husband

he feels a responsibility towards her family.

In the presence of the village council,

I announce a compensation of 100,000 rupees.

Do you accept the compensation?

No.

I can give 200,000 at the most.

No.

Is the offered amount too small for you?

No.

Ghalib, I think you need more time.

Give it some more thought.

Could you give him 30 days?

Five roti, please.

Serve some dal makhni.

Speed up.

Come on.

Hello, my friend!

All well?

God has been kind.

-Inside or outside? -No, I'm not dining today.

Just a glass of milk.

One glass of hot milk! Quickly!

Right away, boss!

-So? -It's all good.

Have you spoken to Dilbaug?

About what?

So, you haven't heard?

They fired him.

No, they haven't fired him.

He's not doing nights because of his vision. That's all.

Not just nights alone.

They've dismissed him for good.

I heard he made quite a scene.

He confronted the bosses

and things got violent!

TRADES AND SUPPLIERS

Kindly issue

a birth certificate

for my

newborn son…

Have you named him yet?

Yes.

Kailash.

Son…

Kailash…

…born on…

…the date…

What's his date of birth?

26th January.

26 January,

2020.

Yours faithfully…

Sign here.

-Congratulations! -Thank you very much.

Done for the day!

The boss wants to see you.

Okay.

How's your mini pickup running?

Not running anymore.

Why not?

Well…

I stopped it.

Remain seated.

No more clients for the mini pickup to run to.

But they've been our loyal customers.

They haven't paid us in three months. Is that "loyal"?

What's with the drums?

It's liquor.

It's what is keeping us afloat.

Anyway, have you met this young man?

Yes, we met yesterday.

He wants to drive the big one.

So I thought I'd introduce him to the big shot.

I only asked for a help to load and unload.

Teach him anything and everything.

Truck driving is not just driving a truck.

-Am I right, kid? -Yes, Sir.

He's hungry to learn.

Ever drove a truck before?

Yes, all the time, in my village.

He comes from a family of drivers, like you.

Ghalib's father drove trucks in Kuwait, you know!

Kuwait!

A few from our village have also gone there.

Take him under your wing.

Boy, you are to report to your guru starting tomorrow morning.

Okay.

That'll be all.

Thank you. Good day to you.

Okay.

-Good morning. -Morning.

Mr. Gill…

Well…

What happened with Dilbaug?

I'll handle this, Dad.

That son of a bitch has lost it.

I tried to reason with him about his night vision.

I told him, this is the trucking business!

We have to drive at night, otherwise we are toast.

He charged at me like a mad bull.

I was about to knock him out.

I would've called the police, but forgave him for his years of service.

-Second time in a week! -It's a major fault, miss.

We've been waiting since yesterday!

You took forever to come. Spare us your lame excuses!

I can't just drop everything else to come here.

Explain this to my mother.

Tell her to climb ten floors on foot!

-Shame on you! -Ma'am…

-Have some regard for the elderly. -Please calm down. I'll get started.

You'd leave them to die, if given a choice.

Have some mercy on our knees, mister.

-Don't worry. I'll start working on it. -Please do.

And Mr. Gupta is good for nothing. We have been making call after call.

That too, since yesterday, it's only now that you have come.

That's it! I won't carry these any further.

Do you expect us women to carry these?

I see men here too. Ask them!

It's not our job.

Not mine either, mister!

He will carry his, but you must help others.

Forget about it! I've done more than what I get paid for.

You think this woman can carry a gas cylinder?

Then call her son to help her.

What nonsense!

Listen, miss! Your elevator is still broken,

I had to carry eight gas cylinders up here.

My legs hurt. I'm a human, not an ass.

-Others will help. Just do your part. -How much can one do?

-Good afternoon, sir. -Good afternoon.

I've come for the flowerpots.

Flowerpots? I don't need them.

No sir, you misunderstood me.

I've come to paint the ones in your balcony.

The lady likes to get them painted.

You can ask her.

Is she here?

Not interested!

Hey,

is the elevator still broken?

Yes sir.

Come, paint them.

Okay.

Sir, what color would you like?

Whichever the lady liked.

She likes these ones.

Is the building on fire or what?

I won't spare you.

You stink of alcohol.

Why do you care? I paid for it.

Dilbaug!

What are you doing?

-I'll beat the shit out of him. -Quiet!

-Apologies, mister… -I will call the police!

I apologize on my friend's behalf.

He's just stressed out. Please forgive him.

Are you kidding? This brute is drunk and abusive!

He kept banging at my door! My kid is still in shock.

Did I not apologize already? Ask your wife!

[in Kashmiri] They're drunkards. Let it go, please!

He got confused with the floors. I'm very sorry.

How did he even get in here? I'll call the security guard.

[in Kashmiri] Why aren't you calling the police?

[in Kashmiri] Why are you so stubborn? They're drunk, vulgar men!

[in Kashmiri] I hope they're struck by lightning!

Let's bury this, please.

He can't just barge in.

He won't make a sound now.

These people are so rude.

Sit here!

What did I do?

This is the limit.

People are crazy!

And that dog…

Just relax, will you?

…Gill.

Dilbaug…

Dilbaug!

Drink some water.

What is this?

It's water! Drink it.

What am I to do with water?

Got anything else?

Drink it, or I'll kick your ass!

Hey,

You should've let them call the security guard.

He's a nice man.

Because he let you in?

No…

because he listens.

Do you know anyone who listens to you?

That guard has the patience to sit with a person and listen.

My friend.

Few people have that virtue

and I don't know where to find them.

You can't. They're extinct!

Well…

Soon everybody will act deaf, my friend.

The way we do, when we're at a traffic signal

and a street kid starts knocking at our window.

We know that he's there, but we pretend as if he isn't.

We become deaf.

Brave new world!

No one left to listen.

When there's nobody left to listen,

the loudmouths will shut up as well.

Everyone will calm down.

Not possible.

The loudmouths will carry on barking.

Like Gill's son today.

"It's time to give the young a chance!", he said.

Okay, give the young a chance,

but why should it have to come at the cost of myself?

Am I that worthless now?

But it didn't move him one bit.

Gill was even worse!

Squirming in a corner like a cat,

the bastard didn't even have the guts to look me in the eye.

But, you left him with a ringing ear.

My slap was like a bullwhip!

But it gave me no solace.

It's okay.

I don't know what to say to you.

Had you been civil,

I could have talked things out with them.

But you burned your bridges, as if there was no tomorrow.

Gill couldn't care less about your appeals.

I know him.

End of story, then.

Hey,

I must apologize.

To whom?

To your neighbour.

Don't be crazy.

I have to.

Have you lost your mind?

If you knock at his door now, he'll call the police.

No,

he wasn't mad at me for knocking at his door.

I bet it was the alcohol.

My stinky breath put him off.

I drank the cheap one today.

-Your plaster cast finally came off? -Yes.

The doctor cut it yesterday.

Are you okay with starting today?

Don't worry about me.

What do you have?

Let's go.

Where are those one or two who defected to our side?

Their chief scared them away.

Want a puff?

Good morning!

-Go, get the keys from Sheikh. -Okay.

Fetch me a wrench before you go.

A wrench…

Fetch it from where?

Spinning tires all day doesn't make you a driver.

Get me the keys, and work with him to load the truck.

Hey.

Yes, I’m at work.

I told you I had an early start today.

I'm with a senior colleague. I'll call you later.

Your father was a truck driver in Kuwait?

Yes.

Have you been to Kuwait?

I was born there.

Were you, really?

You don’t believe it?

Actually…

I’ve never met a person from a foreign country.

That makes you a foreigner, isn't it?

What?

Yes, I've received the money.

I’ll pay my rent tomorrow.

Sis, you're disturbing me at work. I'll call you later.

Is it nice there?

-Where? -In Kuwait.

It's alright.

Why leave it and come back?

You coming from the transport zone?

Yes.

Any looters today?

This early?

Checkpoints come up once they've had a nice brunch.

You never know, mate.

They usually wait in ambush for us outsiders.

Looters don't pick and choose.

We locals get as much love as you guys.

So long!

You were saying something?

Why did you leave Kuwait?

-Ever heard of Saddam Hussein? -Sorry, who?

Saddam Hussein.

No.

You've destroyed your tube, Ghalib.

Look here! Torn to shreds.

You pushed it too much. You’re lucky to still have a tire.

I noticed it at a checkpoint not that far.

The mechanics there are all crooks.

I decided to press on and come here.

As you wish.

Who's this young man?

He’s a new intern.

I need one too.

Why?

To help me fix tires, what else?

Why not hire him?

-Eh? -Hire him!

Would you stay, boy?

We have some labourers who are on strike.

They might be interested.

Listen, Ghalib…

I trust you’ll get me a decent worker.

Whom I can teach.

But he better not be a troublemaker, or I swear I’ll bust his head.

Okay, calm down. Fix my tube first.

I can't in a hundred years! The tube is beyond salvage.

STOP POLICE

Are we good?

Yes, we're fine.

Just a small ticket.

What's the offence?

Tax papers.

But we have all the papers!

If I'd showed them all the papers,

they'd have wanted the truck emptied out, to look for a bigger reason.

Brace it from the bottom.

Be careful.

-Drink some water, boy! -No, I'll be fine.

A driver brought a shipment once.

The bugger was sneezing all over. Non-stop.

His helper couldn't stop laughing.

I got irked

and asked the helper why his boss was getting the chills.

You know what he said?

He said the boss was driving naked.

Without a stitch on!

The driver argued in his defense

that cops never touch a naked man!

Your boy isn't as cheeky, is he?

Not when I'm around, but who knows what goes on behind my back.

That driver's name is Laadi.

He's pulled it off many times.

-Do you know of Sumair, the policeman? -Yes, the one from the highway patrol!

I've known him since he was as skinny and soft as this lad!

He'd blush like a girl, if offered a cup of tea.

But, look at him now. Heavier than a bull!

That devil snacks on us instead of tea now.

Why even talk about that pig?

Well, Sumair apparently caught Laadi naked in his truck.

He dragged him out, and almost beat him to death.

He's a sinister character!

He is known to strip his subjects naked in the cell.

How could he resist the naked driver?

Wasn't there a shop for musical instruments here?

That poor guy was struggling.

Since I wanted to expand, I offered him a deal.

I'll play a new kind of music.

Alright!

Where do I sign?

Here.

Done!

Thanks!

-Pour you some more. -No, I'm done.

As you wish.

I never ask twice.

This is hard stuff.

Dilbaug used to say…

A man refuses a second drink only from an enemy.

Have you met Dilbaug?

I saw him on his last day.

Strange how they've all disappeared.

One after the other.

That man deserved a better send-off.

All the other drivers feel the same.

They speak of you both as heroes.

Don't they always, once you turn grey?

They talk about your passion.

Do they?

How so?

They say you have a selfless dedication to your work.

Those who read a man by his clothes, cannot be expected to read much.

How you perceive things depends on how it serves your selfish reasons.

So, are you saying that

we're all driven by self-interest?

When you volunteer at a temple, do you become unaware of yourself?

Is it purely selfless?

So, a woman giving birth to a child is just a transaction?

Since my wife's death, I've doubled my assignments.

Doing overtime day in, day out.

Would you call it selfless?

Even a shadow is mistaken for water when seen from a distance.

What happened?

-It's nothing. -No, they have beat you up badly.

-They beat him and ran away. -Did they?

-Who were they? -Tell us, who they were?

Hey, what happened to you?

The union guys picked a fight. It got violent.

-You look bad. -He is badly hurt.

Screw it, I'm done.

Let's get him some first aid.

Come on.

Who beat him?

Answer me!

Where's your chief?

Are you deaf?

Chief!

Chief!

My friend! Come have a seat.

No, thanks.

Come here.

Almost finished with my tea.

Hey…

Get a chair for the guest, you lazy ass.

Cut this formal crap.

What's the matter?

Why don't you finish your tea?

Screw the tea, then!

Let's talk.

Your men assaulted a lone labourer.

Have you guys no shame?

Who brought that man here?

I did.

Then shame on you.

My back is paying the price for your stupid strike.

Now you feel how our backs have felt all these years.

-Let's sit and talk it out. -We're staying right here!

Listen, we have no beef with you.

We know we're just beasts of burden, meant to live like asses.

And we only hold ourselves responsible.

Nobody else. Not you, nor that man you brought.

But, when you add insult to our injury, by hiring day labourers,

how do you expect us to react?

Call it off, then!

Tell the boss to give us our raise of two rupees!

Who do you think I am? His broker?

At least make our case when you sit across his desk.

Because we're not even allowed to set foot in his office.

Tell him if he cares to listen,

that while our homes back in our village drown in floods,

we're having to fight for our wages.

Each day of this strike feels like a punch in the gut!

We don't expect anyone's sympathy, but do they have nothing to say?

What do you care?

Spending a bit too much on the truck's maintenance?

Some months are unlucky.

What about these police payoffs? They'll ruin me.

If you shift the burden to us, it'll ruin us.

It's a bitter pill to swallow.

That's why I've been feeding people up the food chain

to keep their hands off our trucks.

Has it not made any difference?

Well, it has, but

there's always some stubborn ass on the highway.

Then tackle him yourself.

Why make me pay?

I'm not asking for much here.

Everything else looks good.

How's the new boy?

Same as any other newbie.

Stumbles at every step.

Keep training him.

He's hungry to learn.

He'll soon be a great asset for you.

You could've just given me a labourer.

We have none left! That's the problem.

I tried a day labourer, but the union guys roughed him up.

These worthless punks!

Resorting to low blows now.

I warned you not to build quarters for them.

Dad, I thought it would help make them punctual.

And it did.

Not so punctual anymore, are they?

So what?

Those bastards don't own the quarters.

I can kick them out at a snap of a finger.

Hard times.

Like good times, they too won't last.

"Father's name."

-What's your father's name? -Madhu Shodhan Singh.

Sir, I checked with the manager.

There'll be a 20% penalty, if you cash out your fixed deposit now.

So be it. I need the money.

Fine. Let me give you the form.

I have it ready. Found them on a desk.

So, after the penalty, the amount will be 850,000.

Okay.

I'm seeing another name on this account here…

Etali… Tiya… Tee… sher…

Etalia Tshering Zamyang!

She was my wife.

Is she an Indian?

She was. She passed away a few months ago.

I see.

You should have her name removed from the account.

I put in the request months ago. Not sure why it's still there.

Did you submit a copy of the death certificate?

Yes, I did.

Okay.

I will look into it.

Ghalib!

How's your back?

Getting better.

-Ice? -No.

Did another driver take my truck?

Screw the truck for now.

I read an amazing piece in today's newspaper…

American scientists are baffled by the flight of a mosquito.

What's so baffling about it?

The details were beyond me.

But, can you believe it?

They're interested in a mosquito.

A bloody mosquito!

In Kuwait, I saw too many rich wackos,

but this takes the cake.

The white man is not crazy.

Whatever he does, he does it with passion!

That's why they're decades ahead of us.

Whereas our people slog like desperate fools,

living a rotten life consumed by misery.

If you ask me,

I do this job

because this is who I am.

My misery lies in the fact

that this is "all" I am.

So, why aren't you letting the boy take the wheel?

I don't think he can handle it.

How could he, when you won't even let him?

I've sent him alone

to deliver a local load.

Hey, you!

You look spooked.

I couldn't see your face.

I need to talk to you.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Hop in.

Here.

Count it if you like.

It's yours!

Walk away from this job.

I don't understand.

I'm asking you to resign from the job.

Why?

I'll lose mine if you don't.

But I really need this job.

Not more than me.

I've been asking my sister for rent money.

Now you have enough of it. Problem solved!

I cannot take this.

Here's more. I've doubled it!

What are you doing?

I'm feeling uneasy. Let me go.

Wait.

Pash!

It fell in my balcony.

What did you do, Mir?

Say, "Thank you!"

He's a real handful. Sorry for the trouble.

I should be the one apologizing

for the trouble my friend caused that night.

It's okay.

Why don't you come in?

No, I'll take your leave.

You've come for the first time. Please come in.

Etali often came over for a cup of kahwa tea.

She was easy to be friends with.

We once volunteered to plant trees in the locality,

and I could barely keep up with her.

She'd tease me, "You city dolls are so soft!"

I protested, "I'm no soft city doll!"

Back in Kashmir, I shoveled snow all the time.

First I'd watch the snow fall, and then run out to shovel it.

She was the eldest of her siblings,

and often helped her father in his fields.

Talking about her village always made her tear up.

She looked tough,

but was as fragile as a child.

Simple things made her smile,

and even simpler ones made her eyes swell up with tears.

I must apologize to you

for not coming over and offering our condolences properly.

As neighbours, we should have.

It's okay.

I'm hardly ever home.

Did she ever talk about me?

Yes,

she loved showing us things that you'd get her from your trips.

She never mentioned that she and I had stopped talking?

She did.

She'd cried so much that day.

She blamed it on herself.

What was the matter?

She'd practically ended our marriage.

Suspected I wasn't faithful to her.

She never confronted me though.

Kept it all in.

Did you ever try to tell her the truth?

How could I?

What she believed was the truth.

How much cash do you have?

Sorry?

Got any money in your wallet?

A hundred, maybe.

This route never had looters before.

Is it a checkpoint?

Didn't Gill tell you to carry cash?

No.

But, I have all the papers in order.

Good luck.

Will you lend me some if they hold us up?

Let's wait.

It's almost dawn.

I don't know if it's a checkpoint.

I'll go find out.

Stay put!

Pash!

I'm sorry, sir.

It was macabre.

First time I've witnessed life getting sucked out of a body.

The miles ahead are long.

Here.

Have some.

What are those?

Spices.

Are you taking off?

Yes.

Here's your wrench set.

-Sir. -What?

I thought a lot about your offer.

I can't resign for money.

But for something else, perhaps.

Sir…

I could resign for something else.

If you…

If you

could consider marrying my older sister.

Ghalib,

announce your compensation, son.

This envelope has 200,000 rupees.

But they've already turned it down.

On top of that, I've added this document.

What the hell is this?

An official permit to sell liquor.

But why this?

It is not easy to obtain.

It's a damn insult!

Please! May I?

I'd like to hear from the family.

Do you both accept this compensation?

Yes.

As you wish.

Hello?

Hello. Is this Mr. Ghalib?

Yes.

I'm Pash's sister.

Yes?

I've been trying to call Pash for three days

but his phone seems to be turned off.

Do you know where he might be right now?

How should I know?

Who asked you to call me?

Nobody did.

Last time I spoke to him

he was on the road with you.

That was last week. Haven't seen him since.

He never turns off his phone.

Could you find out if he's at work right now?

I haven't been to work since last week.

Mr. Ghalib…

He's a kid, and I'm afraid for him.

I only wish to know if he’s in Delhi right now or elsewhere.

Do you know anyone else I could call?

Sheikh?

I can't do it.

I have other work to do.

It's not my job to look after this.

I've been paying my monthly premiums on time!

Then why?

Go to hell!

Why didn’t you tell me the truck had hit 500,000?

I'm sorry, sir, it slipped my mind.

Fix it with your own money now.

The insurance guys gave me the middle finger!

What happened here?

What does it look like to you?

Is the boy okay?

I wish the sucker was dead.

Look at this wreck!

Get it fixed, Ghalib.

Be gentle with these ones.

Don't just throw them in.

Good job.

Their chief finally gave in?

The chief didn't,

but the rest of them called it off.

They've picked a new chief, who's struck a compromise.

Here.

Take the key.

You all are doing great!

Careful with the heavy ones, old man!

Hello.

Greetings, madam!

Greetings.

Did you speak with Pash?

Yes.

Thank you so much.

It's okay.

I know how it feels being away.

I was mainly worried

because in his last call, he had said something.

I feared someone would hurt him.

What did he say?

He'd said that an old-timer was going to lose his job because of him.

Is that the wind?

It just started raining.

We had rain yesterday.

Did he say anything else?

Yes,