All language subtitles for www.1TamilMV.media - Breathe - Into the Shadows S02 E04 Arrivals and Departures.srt - eng(3)

Bro, I can feel my blood gushing
in places I never imagined I had.

I'm sure Pebbles is also enjoying.

Hey Pebbles, you are having fun, right?

DL-9C-9196, JP.

Sir, they are heading towards Paharganj.

Sir, Paharganj!

Left!

Sir! I don't see the vehicle moving.

Take a left after 300 meters.

Sir! This is the location it's showing.

Sir.

Left.

So, this is where the bastard
has been hiding all these days.

Prakash…

he's taking us for a ride.

What?

He isn't here.

My phone.

What the fuck.

Pebbles, go back in your cage.

Get the phone.

What's wrong? Are you missing your mommy?

Pebbles, eat the fish.

I think Pebbles wants to poop.

Do you want to go? Let's go.

Pebbles. Come.

Pebbles.

We'll have fun.

It's outdoor time, kitty.

Ma'am wants to poop.
Come on, let's do it.

Sir, the UP, Haryana, and Rajasthan
borders are connected to Delhi NCR.

Search teams are deployed
in every direction,

and are looking in every nook and corner.
But still no clue yet.

The car we found had fake number plates.

He's playing a dangerous game.

And this time
we can't figure out where he's hiding.

Trying to escape.

You can't Pebbles, you can't.

Do you know why?

Because this place belongs to my father.

Funded by Late Shree Neel Bahl.

You got it, Pebbles?

Interesting! We'll hide in the same
place we're escaping from.

I'm being discharged in an hour.

The work on the new
wing begins tomorrow.

Will meet you soon outside.

Bye.

You guys have done so much for me.
You've given me a new life.

Now, it's my turn, sir.

I really want to do something
for this asylum, sir.

And I promise you, sir.
This will be a world-class wing.

The work on the top floors
needs to be done first, okay?

No one will do any kind of work
on the ground floor or basement,

without my permission.

The cap was exactly like this,
and he had tattoos all over his body.

The bastard ran off
without paying the bill.

-The bloody…
-Prakash. What's the update?

He let him use his ID
in exchange for free liquor.

He doesn't remember anything else.

Sir…

What?

We've detained her for six hours.

So?

Statement.

J booked a room under Nirmal Jain…

but for you, he was just a new client.

I want my lawyer.

After that, you arrived in the room
and spent around three hours with J.

I said I want my lawyer.

Don't you get it?

You could have informed us,
but you didn't. Why?

I said I want my lawyer!

Screaming in the Hindi language
won't get you your lawyer.

Look, Shirley,
what you feel for J is your problem.

But you helping J is my problem.

I can arrest you for this.

But what will I gain from arresting you?

An open end that would
ultimately become a dead-end.

Sir, her lawyers are here
to bail her out.

Tell him to sit.

Guess, I'll have to let you go.

I will find J.

Your lawyers will bail you out…

but no one's going to save him.

Wow! 48 out of 150 pieces uploaded.

And we haven't even scratched
the bottom yet, sir.

Sir. I was just thinking about you.

The venue has been booked,
and the invitations have been sent out.

This is going to be
Ratlam's biggest show.

That's great Rahul, I appreciate it.

Actually, only you and
I are going to Ratlam now.

You see, Zenia had a problem.

Her cat, man. She just vanished.

No, I mean…

I am really sorry, Neeraj.

And it's really sad, buddy.

Rahul, ideally I should be with Zenia,

but since I've made a commitment,
I'll definitely do the show.

Oh, that's so cool of you.
Can I pick you up at four, tomorrow?

-Done.
-Okay, see you then, Neeraj.

Thank you so much.
Thank you so much, bro.

Zenia's out! We're in!

Siya, hold this.

-Mom.
-Yes.

Are you going or donate all the books?

Yes. So some other
students can use them?

You're in the senior class now.

Mom, what's that?

Mom, what happened?

"Destiny thine blood shalt be.

-Sheathed--"
-Hey, Neeraj.

-Yes, sir.
-What are you doing?

You missed the mark.

-Sorry sir, I thought--
-You cannot do it.

Can't you see?

This is happening for the third time,
Neeraj.

Where's your attention? Reset.

Retinitis Pigmentosa is common
for people your age.

There is no cure to this disease.

Neeraj, I will not give you false hopes.

Eventually, you will lose
your eyesight entirely.

I did everything you and mom said.

Wore stones, rings, threads,
performed rituals. I did everything.

My career will be over.
Please do something.

There's one last option.

Perform a ritual for total control

-for three continuous days.
-Yes.

But it has to be done
exactly in the center of the house.

Otherwise, it will have no effect.

The floor above?

It's empty.

Purchased by some doctor.

He's getting married in two months.
He'll move in after that.

-That's it. Looks good.
-Yeah.

-Sure?
-Yeah.

This is going to be
quite a surprise for Abha.

Don't know how she's going to react.

Everything will be fine, Avinash.

This is your new beginning.

My first house.

But Guruji, this is a column.

Anything can happen if I break it down.

Neeraj, according to me, this
is where the ritual should be done.

But don't worry.

I've shown the blueprints
of this place, to my contractor.

He's done such renovations
in several homes for vastu's sake.

This is your last chance.

Get it?

I don't know, maybe bring it here.

And then we'll get a nice little space.

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

Hello.

Neeraj was trying to perform
a strange kind of ritual.

He believed maybe doing
so will return his eyesight.

How superstitious.

Such a pretty house this is.

I wish, someday we
have a house like this.

You know, Abha,
I had completely forgotten,

what a home looks like.

Be it the hostel or the PG…

and sometimes the clinic was my home.

It all looks like a dream…

to have our first home.

Our first home…

where we imagined everything
from our family to our future.

Everything turns to dust in a minute.

You lose faith in goodness…

forever.

-It was really hard for--
-Sir.

We have Neeraj Sirohi's address.

Let's go.

Our world can end in a second…

not our humanity.

Auntie Renu, can I use your phone?

I've lost my key,
and a friend of mine has the spare key.

-So I need to call him?
-Here you go.

Thank you.

Just a second.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I am okay.

J, I think Kabir knows about us.

I haven't said anything to them.

I really need to tell you something.

I need to meet you.

You know what…

Good, you had the ticket

-delivered to your house.
-Yeah.

The train leaves from
Old Delhi railway station,

and reaches Ratlam
by five in the morning.

-I know.
-You know…

You know,
I would've come with you, right?

Don't worry.
Just keep an eye out for Pebbles, okay?

I think your car is here.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Time to go.

Solanki, load the luggage.

-No! Why she is coming?
-Don't forget this one, Solanki.

You know what,
I'm sure you're gonna kill it.

-But, call me when you board the train.
-So…

-Not like always…
-Check the first row.

All the VIPs will be in the first row.

-And call me after checking on his room.
-Hi, please take care of him, okay?

Rahul, Zenia.

Hi, just give me two minutes.

-Please take care.
-Check that first.

The rooms should be clean.

And there should be no
glitches in the first row.

-I'll take care.
-I have to go.

-Okay? Bye.
-Okay, bye.

-Bye.
-Stay safe.

Okay, then. Bye.

Hey Rahul, you sound busy.

-Hello.
-Train journey after all these years.

I am dying of excitement.

I promise you, you will.

Let's go, mister.

What floor does Neeraj Sirohi live on?

-He just left.
-Where did he go?

Old Delhi Railway Station.

He's catching a train to Ratlam.
Someone came to pick him up.

-Number?
-I don't have the number.

Zenia ma'am must have it.

Do you have her number?

No, sir. I don't.
She doesn't come here very often.

Then…

Luthra ma'am must be
having sir's number.

Zenia, baby, don't worry.

Pebbles will be back soon.

So, Neeraj, you use this phone?

Does it have voice commands?

Oh yeah, it's fantastic.
It's very useful to me.

Can I see it?

Yeah, sure.

Please hurry up, Auntie.

It's not like you're getting
late for your own wedding.

What's the hurry?

Mister, I am blind, not deaf.

Lower the volume.

-Here it is.
-Yes.

-Nine, four.
-Eight.

Sorry, that's the wrong number.

I guess you like this song.

Your phone.

Nine, two…

just a minute, son. Wait.

Stop the car here, mister.
I'll go get some water.

Yes, stop here. I'll be right back.

Sorry…

Allow me, Auntie. I'll see for myself.

-Okay. Thank you.
-Okay.

-Here.
-Okay.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-Get some rest.
-Thank you.

Listen, bro. Keep my bag as well.

Sir… this is the number.

He isn't picking up. Trace his number.

-What was the girl's name?
-Zenia.

Get all the details about her.
Prakash, station.

Stop here. Wait, I'll help you.

We have reached the station.

On the way.

Careful. Steps.

Which platform are we going to?

Platform number two.

Sorry.

DELHI TO RATLAM

-Shall we?
-Yes.

Waiting for the gates to open.

What's the seat number?
Show me the ticket.

-What's the seat number?
-Three and four.

Shall we?

Sir, Neeraj Sirohi.
Platform two, first AC.

Yes. Yeah.

Wait!

Excuse me. These two passengers?

No one's arrived yet.

Thank you.

AC THREE TIER

Two tickets.

Same time, same bogie, same coupe.

But different trains.

Going to different places.

One heading to Ratlam, where
the police will look for Neeraj.

And the other Lucknow,
one which we will be in.

The train's leaving, but where are they?

Excuse me. Are you from Delhi?

Yes.

Sorry.

But, if you don't do
a small talk on trains,

the TC will penalize you.

I am taking my guide dog, Birju,
to see Ratlam.

This is Birju.

Hey Birju, do you want to see Ratlam?

Yes, because you can't see anymore.

I am a ventriloquist.

I am going to Ratlam for a show.

With my friend here, Rahul.

His company is organizing the function.

Rahul, what was the
name of your company?

Rahul?

I guess he's asleep.

Sir, all I keep getting
is Neeraj's caller tune.

-Zenia? Find out about her.
-Pandey is following up on that.

-Sir.
-What?

-We've traced the phone.
-Where?

Delhi-Agra Expressway.
Heading towards Agra.

He wasn't at the station because
he was traveling by road.

Trace the number plate
from the taxi service.

-Sir.
-Circulate at all the toll booths.

Let's go.

Why is compassion a good thing?

It is recognized that to cultivate
an increasingly interconnected world,

there is a need to behave strictly…

I was listening to a podcast
on self-help.

Speaking about a Canadian author.

Bram Henderson.

He wrote a book.

"Courage in Compassion."

Absolutely true.

They say compassion is the key.

The world thrives on compassion.

Sometimes books can be bookish.

But sometimes bookish can be practical.

You do not have a valid
recharge plan to make calls.

-Rahul.
-Please recharge immediately.

Rahul, Zenia's phone is unreachable.

Strange. It's saying I'm low on
balance, outgoing is barred.

Ticket, please.

Yes.

What was your seat number?
Show me your ticket.

Here you go.

-Thank you.
-Sir, you.

Here you go.

Mister, isn't Zenia Mistry here as well?

Yes, Zenia Mistry
was supposed to come with me.

But she couldn't make it.

But Birju's with me.

Birju?

He doesn't need a ticket.

-Yes.
-Sir, we've traced the phone.

But it wasn't in some taxi,
we found it on a bus to Agra.

-What?
-Yes, sir.

-Roadways bus?
-Yes, sir.

Ask the driver. Maybe one
of the passengers saw something.

-Okay.
-Let me know.

Okay, sir. I'll inform you.

What the… they are slippery eels.

Okay.

Sir, where do we go now?

Straight.

The lights are off.

-Is this good?
-Really good, sir.

Can I kill him?

What? He won't know a thing.

He can't see.

Neeraj! Hey!

Mr. Neeraj Sirohi,
you're our next traveler,

on this train to heaven.

He didn't hear anything!

Hey, any last wishes?

Any last wishes?

Rahul?

Were you saying something?

Nothing. Go back to sleep.

Sorry, sir. You'll need to accommodate
ma'am in this coupe.

Why?

Don't you watch hockey?

I have seen the movie. Was she in it?

She is Niyati Singh.

Vice-Captain of the Indian Hockey team.

Ma'am couldn't get a ticket last minute.

This fourth seat is empty.

-Please adjust.
-But we…

Of course, it
will be our honor.

Please come, ma'am.

-Thank you, sir.
-Thank you.

-Come.
-Thank you. Thank you so much.

If you need anything else,
then let me know.

Remember what I said, friend.

A little compassion goes a long way.

Yeah.

What now?

Wake up, prince.

Wake up.

Neeraj. Neeraj, get up.
We're reaching our destination.

Get up.

Come on.

-Station?
-Yes.

-So soon.
-Yes. Yes, hurry up.

Go use the washroom.

If it gets crowded later,
it will begin to stink.

Okay. Come on, get ready.

Right. Now left. Left.

Just…

-Sorry, mister.
-Sorry, I had to use the bathroom.

You look familiar.

Aren't you the ventro…

Ventriloquist. Neeraj Sirohi.

Yes, of course.

I am a big fan of yours, sir.
I've seen several of your videos.

So nice to meet you, sir.

Are you traveling to Ratlam as well?

No, Lucknow.

-Please, mister. That's enough.
-No, I must get a selfie.

-But--
-I may not get a chance again.

One selfie.

Tell me where to look.

Look straight, sir.

Now smile.

-Amazing.
-Thank you.

Thank you so much, sir.
You are a great artist.

-Thank you.
-Are you done?

Let's go, Neeraj, just go straight.

-Lucknow?
-What happened?

All good?

Why did he say Lucknow?

No, he didn't say Lucknow.
What happened?

-Are you hard of hearing?
-What time is it, Rahul?

Time? It's 5:30 a.m. Why?

In which country?

Sorry?

It's 3:30 a.m., Rahul.

No, it's 5:30 a.m.

What are you trying to do?

My phone isn't working
since you took it from me in the cab.

What are you trying to do?

Come on, Neeraj.

If you play mind games with yourself,
nothing will feel right.

Yeah, maybe that's
why I feel there are three,

instead of two people.

Neighbor.

You didn't let it happen, Neeraj.

Bansal Vihar.

Apartment 12B.

I am sorry, Neeraj.

Avinash.

-Neeraj, where are you going?
-Come on! Oh, fuck!

Neeraj.

Neeraj.

Help!

What are you doing? Calm down!

-Neeraj, calm down! Calm down, bro.
-Help.

Neeraj, calm down!

-Neeraj, calm down!
-Help!

We aren't doing anything.
We'll just talk. Calm down.

Neeraj. Neeraj, everybody is sleeping.

Neeraj, calm down!
What happened? Calm down.

Please, Avinash.

Let me go, please, Avinash.

I admit I was a fool.

I made a mistake.

But I paid for it, Avinash.

I lost my eyesight.

I was sued.

But, I am a changed man now.

I don't believe in those things now.

Don't kill me, Avinash.

Please, don't kill me.

What happened?

-Kill him.
-No!

-No.
-What are you doing? Kill him.

What? You have to kill him.

What about Abha?

The picture that's getting uploaded,
to the crime branch.

What about your family?

You'll get your family killed as well.

Who will give Siya her insulin?
Do it, bro.

This is your job! You have to do it!

What are you doing, sir?
Do it. Someone will come up.

Why are we wasting time? Do it, man.

What are you doing? Do it.

Neeraj was blinded by his delusions
rather than his illness.

He crushed Avinash's first home,

his dream.

Delusion should be the reason
for Neeraj's death.

His superstition.

Only one thing separates humans
from animals.

Regret.

Avinash may feel it again…

but I won't.

Avinash slipped up.

It won't happen again.

This is the punishment for the mistake.
The upload speed has been increased.

There is a bus to Kannauj from here.

Why don't you go alone?
It's your time to shine.

I'll see you in Delhi.

Hello.

Sir, I've some great news for you.

Get to Kannauj as soon as you can.

How long will you
keep running like this, J?

I don't know.

Don't worry about me.

Think about getting Alan out.

And you?

Any reply from Raina?

Yes, it's done.

Remember our deal?