All language subtitles for The Railway Men - The Untold Story of Bhopal 1984 S01E03 (Awafim.tv)

[man on radio] Welcome back, folks.

Next up for you,
we have a track from the band Mic Men.

This track has been requested
by Johnny from Park Creek.

So sit back, relax and enjoy!

[upbeat music playing]

[squeaking]

[clicks]

[rat continue squeaking]

[water dripping]

[clock ticking]

[bubbling]

[glass shatters]

Fuck.

Professor, you have to see this!

It's hydrogen cyanide, professor.

In particularly lethal concentrations
and that's just what we tested for.

Just look at the plant.

We'll put it in our report for Carbide,
for protective measures.

- We'll warn them.
- Warn them?

- We have to warn the world about this.
- Braun, they paid for the tests.

They own the results.

Professor, this could kill people
within a matter of hours, if not minutes.

This is dangerous!

They're planning to use MIC
in their new Sevin plant in Bhopal, India.

Relax, Braun. This isn't chemical warfare.

Even if Carbide tries to cut corners,

you think the Indian Government will
compromise the safety of their people?

- I don't think so.
- But what if they do?

They'll surely mandate that the factory
be placed away from populated areas.

That's standard operating procedure.

You don't know, do you?

Three tanks,
right in the middle of the city.

Braun, keep quiet.

You can't fight these people.

[theme music playing]

We'll do the rest tomorrow, Lata.

- You should go to bed now.
- Okay, didi.

[phone ringing]

Hello, Rajeshwari Janglay here.

This is Rati Pandey speaking, ma'am.

Yes, tell me, Rati-ji, what happened?

It's a Railway matter, ma'am.
Or I wouldn't have called.

Look, if this is about your job,
then let me make it very clear,

I may be the DG, but I still
have to answer to the minister.

I can't do anything. I'm sorry.

Listen, once I serve my notice period,
I'll be leaving.

Then the department can function
without my interference.

This is not the time.
I don't want to talk about it.

There has been an accident.

A disaster.

At Bhopal Junction, ma'am.

What's happened? Collision? Derailment?

No. There's been a gas leak
at a chemical plant in Old Bhopal.

We've not been able to communicate with
Bhopal Junction for the past two hours,

so we should assume that
the staff over there

is in no condition to operate the station.

For now, Bhopal Junction
is missing from the railway grid.

Thousands of people
aboard the Gorakhpur Express

are hurtling towards their death.

Oh, my God!

And, ma'am, uh, my extramarital affair

with the Railway Board Ministry's over.

Nobody's going to take my calls.

- Where are you right now?
- Itarsi Junction.

Look, ma'am, please contact the ministry.

Manpower, medical supplies,
we'll need all the help we can get.

We really need
to resume operations immediately.

I can handle everything from here.

I'll speak with him, Rati. Stand by.

Thank you.

Till then, please don't do anything.

Yeah.

[dialing]

I'm Rajeshwari Janglay speaking,
DG Personnel.

Could I please speak with the minister?

Everyone, your attention please.

- Ashok-ji.
- Sir?

Alert the Railways Hospital.

Whatever supply
of Atropine and Visine they have,

- tell them to send it here.
- Yes, sir.

- Constable sahab.
- Yes, sir?

Oxygen cylinders and masks,

if nobody is using them,
I want them brought here.

- Sure.
- Uncle-ji.

Every member of the the Itarsi staff,
especially doctors,

I want them assembled
on the platform in the next half hour.

On duty, off duty, all of them.

If they are sleeping, wake them up.
If they're up, call them here.

Shall we? Let's go, come on.

- [man 1] Yes, sir.
- [man 2] Let's go.

Come on.

- Benedict.
- Sir?

Can you contact my loco pilot
on the wireless?

Sure, sir.

Ask him to bring me my GM Special.

Copy, sir.

It's on the outskirts of Bhaironpur.
I'm sure you didn't check there.

[train horn blowing]

[banging]

You are not a Sardar, bastard!

Why the fuck are you
risking your life for them?

Veer-ji, is there any way
we can call the police for help?

Behen-ji, there's no wireless.

We'll have to get off the train
and connect our phone to the main line.

One sec.

[banging on door]

Those two are going to die anyway, guard!

So why risk your life, huh?

Open the door, you asshole!

[breathing heavily]
Bastards, you are risking your lives!

- [men laugh]
- Why don't you take a breath, old man?

This train is about to reach
Bhopal Railway Station.

[panting] Over there,
the RPF will be waiting

to give you a big welcome,
you bloody bastards!

[Chaurasia] He's not going to listen.

[Shandilya] Is it? Break down the door.

Break the fucking door!

[grunting]

- [grunts]
- Bastard!

Don't be so shy, sweetie.

Didi, wait for your turn.

[Rajbir grunts]

[grunts]

Oh, it's a boy.

[yells]

[train horn blowing]

Behen-ji, just hold on to something.

[brakes screeching]

[groans]

It's okay. Don't be afraid.

You two get out this way.
Come on. Come on, leave now.

Hurry up. Go, go, go.
Come on, hurry up. Go, go.

[Rajbir] Come, puttar.

[guard] Go.

You motherfucking... [grunts]

[Rajbir] Come on, puttar, let's go.

[guard] Come on, hurry up.
Get out of here. Right now. Go.

[man] Somebody's pulled the chain?

[guard] Mileage. Mileage. Mileage!

What's wrong with the line?
We're out of luck today.

Check the back. Yell if you see them.

[Chaurasia] Okay, Shandilya bhaiya.

[Rakesh] Where the fuck did they go?

What the hell is going on here?

Hey, wait, wait, you cannot...

Guard sahab, who are they?

They are Sardars.

A gang of rioters got on,
that's why I had to stop the train.

Help us, bhai sahab, for God's sake.

What can the two of us do?
Should we call for help?

The lines aren't working.
I couldn't get through to Bhopal.

[man] Can't get through?

Then we should go there.
I'll start the train.

No. First, we have to get rid
of these bastards somehow.

At any cost,
we have to get them off the train.

[man] But... But how?

You leave that to me.

Just do one thing.

When you see the flare,
you just start the engine.

Behen-ji, please have faith in me.

Beta, look after your mother.

[Rajbir] Veer-ji.

God bless you.

[man coughing]

[sniffs, exhales]

[constable] You know, Ratlu,

even I was born in a station like this.

Alone.

I wasn't as lucky as you are.

I didn't have a brother like Markhand.

[Ratlu crying]

And orphans like you and me,

we have to find our life's purpose
on our own.

You may not realize this right now,

but if we get out of here alive,
you'll figure it out for yourself.

[coughing]

Let him sleep.

[continues crying]

Let him sleep.

Come on.

[coughs]

[Himani] Yeah, I'll give it to him.

[Iftekaar] A bedsheet, put it on him.

[Himani] Here, eat this.

Water's over, sir-ji.

There's not a drop left.

These people aren't
going to last much longer.

[Imad] What do we do, sir?

The Gorakhpur hasn't arrived either.

[constable] That train's never this late.
They must have stopped it.

Just think about
how you're going to get us...

everyone out of here.

[Iftekaar] They have to stay inside.

As long as they're inside, they're safe.

Sir, just because we're inside
doesn't mean we're safe.

The MIC is killing us
a little at a time. [coughs]

We have to get everyone out
as soon as possible.

[constable] Let's try
getting out two at a time.

The engine's right here.

[Imad] The problem is that
there's only one engine.

Who will we take first?

- How many times do we go in and out?
- [coughs]

[constable] Listen, I don't...

I don't mean to offend you,

but Bhopal is supposed to be
such a big station,

and yet you don't have
a single extra train over here.

If this had been Delhi,
or Nizamuddin Outer,

there'd be train after train,
coach after coach...

- A freight train needs to be prepared.
- Yes, sir.

[Iftekaar] Nishatpura Yard.

You went there
to get a freight train, right?

Imad, we need to get hold of a train.

If we can't get one... [coughs]
why don't we assemble one ourselves?

[Imad] But how, sir?
We don't have coaches for the passengers.

We just need carriages.
The freight train has carriages.

Yeah, and the engine's right here.

Yes, I'll go, sir.

- [constable] Put a train together?
- Yes.

[Imad] Shut the door, please.

- [Iftekaar] Constable.
- Yes, sir.

- Uh...
- I'll go with him.

- I am not scared.
- No, no.

- No problem--
- You're not going anywhere.

Look after everyone.
Don't let anyone out.

Keep this walkie-talkie.
As soon as we're done, I'll inform you.

Just be ready to leave.

- Close the door behind me.
- Yeah.

[Adil] Where are they going?

[constable] Come on.

Move. Go sit.
They've got work to do.

[coughing]

- You, come here.
- [Adil] Yeah?

[coughing] Look, I also
have to attend to something urgently.

You take care of everyone. Okay?

Watch over them. Close the door.

[Adil] Why should I take care of everyone?
What is so urgent?

Where are you going?

Listen!

The gas is toxic, and as of now,
there is no specific treatment for this.

DG sahab...

Health is your department, right?
Any suggestions?

I have spoken to AIIMS.

And with Bhopal's
local hospital staff too.

How to treat this,
what works, what doesn't,

they don't know, neither do we.

But what we do know is that it's fatal.

- We'll know after the first post-mortem.
- Right.

But for now, we do know for a fact
that people are dying there, right?

So surely we have to
send our people there to help them.

Madam, then we'll have to send
more people there to save them.

Then more people, then more people.

Seems like you didn't hear what I said.
There's poison in the air.

It's not an earthquake or a flood
where we can go in and save people.

I heard everything loud and clear.

And I know what you mean.
We both see things very differently.

- Listen, madam--
- Sir.

I know we cannot treat them.

But at least we can get them out of there.

And that's what the Railways is for,

to transport people
from one place to the another.

Transport them safely, Rajeshwari.

Just make sure there are
no trains going towards Bhopal.

Freight, passenger, stop them all.

But, sir, Bhopal is at the center
of the entire railway network.

- Many trains will have to reroute.
- Then do it.

Sir! Does this mean that
we're not going to send them any help?

Rajeshwari, you said it yourself.

The Gorakhpur Express entered Bhopal,
but never came out on the other side.

It had thousands of people, right?

In spite of knowing that
you want to send more of our people?

- Sir--
- No chance, Rajeshwari.

Please reconsider your decision.

Sir, they really need our...

[DG] Let's go. Send the orders out.

Inform all the operators
in the control room.

[Rajeshwari] The minister didn't agree.

Be prepared
to deal with a lot of dead bodies.

Anyway, I'm sure
you must've tried your best, isn't it?

Yes, I did everything I could, Rati.

It's dangerous when you try your best.

The last time you did that,
I literally lost my job.

I've said it a hundred times,
the minister who have the order.

My hands were tied.

You can't sign orders
when your hands are tied.

And that letter had your signature on it.

Anyway, you're never going admit it
and I will never forget it.

Never mind, let it go.

Looks like it's not a good day
for Bhopal Junction.

We still have some time, Rati.

For what?

All the trains are going to be diverted.
It's a very big operation.

It'll take time.

What are you...
What are you trying to say?

What if you've already passed Misrod
before they receive their orders?

Misrod?

- The last station south of Bhopal?
- Yes.

Am I really, uh,
talking to Rajeshwari Janglay?

No, you're speaking with the DG Personnel.
Now hurry up, leave.

[indistinct chatter]

[Rati] Hmm.

Namaste.

Namaskar.

Namaskar.

- Manik.
- Sir.

Ashok-ji, how many members in your family?

Sir, my grandmother passed away last week.

So we're just six of us now.

But my wife is expecting.

So next week we'll be seven again.

- Wonderful!
- [laughter]

Congratulations. That's amazing.

[man] That's true,

And you, yellow shirt,
how many members in your family?

Sir, 11.
Many more than Ashok-ji.

[laughter]

There's a competition going on here.
Anyone more than 11?

- [man 2] Sir, 12.
- Twelve!

- Thirteen!
- Thirteen--

So you've got
a cricket team at home, yeah?

Vinod-ji, you've got your hand up.
Tell me.

Mmm. Sir, 32.

Thirty-two!

[man 3] He has a whole army in his house!

No wonder he's always in a bad mood. Huh?

[man 4] Sir, how many
members in your family?

Fifteen lakhs, seventy-two thousand,
two hundred and eleven.

Before the night shift
started in Bhopal Junction,

that was the number of my family members.

Bhopal Junction right now,
is engulfed by a deadly poison.

How do we stop it? Nobody knows.

How do we protect ourselves?
We don't know that either.

All we know is

that our fellow workers
at Bhopal Junction have died

trying to fight this thing.

And the ones who are alive,

they are bloody fools.

Because they believe that help is coming.

But the truth is no one's coming.

In fact, the Railways is closing down
all the routes that lead to Bhopal.

Abandoning them to their fate.

If I could talk to them,
I would have told them

that they're bloody fools.

[scoffs]

[clears throat]

I had come here
to do an inspection your station today.

Just to see whether everything
is fine in Itarsi Station.

[Benedict clears throat]

Years ago, a senior officer once told me

that a station doesn't depend
on its moving parts,

but the people who run it.

So I didn't come
to see the engines, control panels,

signals or tracks here today.

I came to see

the spirit of the people
working at this station.

Well, I'm a bit of a fool myself.

I can't leave the people at Bhopal
to their fate.

Now I know that, uh,
I won't be able to achieve much alone,

but I'm still going.

The thing is, uh,

only a fool would go
to help others in a situation like this.

Or a family member.

[indistinct chatter]

- Master.
- Yes, sir?

- We'll won't be able to take everyone.
- True.

[chatter continues]

- Benedict.
- Sir.

It's your job to keep our path clear.

I want the tracks
from here to Bhopal free.

On an emergency basis.

Sir, uh, the tracks
will be completely clear till Misrod.

That will be done.

But what I can't make sure of is

where the Gorakhpur-Bombay Express
will show up. It could be anywhere.

I know that.

That's why it's important
we do one more thing.

Benedict, call up
the police control room in Bhopal

and tell them
to send a constable to the station.

Inform them that
we're on our way to help them

and to keep the up line clear.
We'll be arriving on platform 1.

- Uh, right, sir. Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

- Master, let's go.
- Let's go.

[train horn blows]

I want all three of them.

[Chaurasia] We checked
the whole train, bhaiya.

- [explosion]
- [screaming]

- Let's go out!
- [passengers chattering]

[explosion]

- [Shandilya] What was that?
- Look there!

- [Shandilya] Where is he?
- He was right there!

[Chaurasia] Hold your flashlight
this side.

[Shandilya] Where is he?

[explosion]

There's the guard! Motherfucker!

You bloody bastards! Come on!

- Looks like he has a gun.
- If you're scared, then let's go together.

Yes, bhaiya.

[Shandilya] Guard! Motherfucker!

[Chaurasia] Someone's over there.

[Shandilya] Come on! Hurry up!

[Shandilya] Shit, it wasn't a gun.

[Chaurasia] Looks like a firecracker.

Bloody hell. These are railway detonators.

The bastard tricked us.

[Rakesh] Bastard.

There's the flare.

Did Veer-ji get on the... on the train?

- [train horn blows]
- There he is! That motherfucker!

Catch the bastard!

[wheels screeching]

[Rakesh] Bhaiya, look,
the train is leaving!

[indistinct shouting]

[screams]

[groans]

[train horn blowing]

[siren wailing]

[phones ringing]

[man] We're in a chemically insulated
office, but the city isn't.

Please, Mr. Madsen,
let's warn the local administration.

I'm not calling anyone.

I'm not opening the gates to anyone.

Not until we call HQ in America.

But that's red tape.

Which is exactly what used
to annoy you about this country.

And now you are hiding behind it?

Look, you and I both know
what this gas is capable of, Mr. Madsen.

[phone ringing]

- Hello.
- [man] Am I speaking to Mr. Madsen?

General Manager of
Union Carbide's Bhopal factory?

Yes, you are.

This is the District Magistrate speaking.

I have been told that there is
some sort of a leak at your factory?

Yes, that's correct.

What exactly does this gas do?

There might be
some sensitivity in the eyes.

Nothing saline eye drops won't fix.

[whispers] What are you saying?
It is dangerous.

The gas will dissipate by itself
soon enough.

People are dead on the street, Mr. Madsen.
So stop stalling.

What does it do?

It's not lethal, sir.

That's the company line.

Well, Mr. Madsen,
I'll need to tackle this crisis first,

but be assured,
we will deal with you eventually.

Of course, Magistrate.

As always, Carbide extends its
full cooperation with your authorities.

You just lied to them.

There's no antidote.

What's the use
of creating unnecessary panic?

But the toxicology studies
conducted by Carbide in '63 and '70?

There might be some antidote.

Let the management deal with that.

Let me clear up this mess.

[whimpering]

[coughing]

Kamruddin sahab!

Nafisa-ji!

[breathing heavily]

[coughing]

I got the report, Kumawat.
We'll meet at my house.

[coughing]

[coughing]

[Imad] This is my neighborhood.
My people die.

Khala!

[coughs]

[dog whimpers]

[coughs]

[breathing heavily]

Das babu!

[sobbing]

[muffled yelling]

[coughing]

[Nafisa] Allah!

Why won't you open it?

Nafisa-ji.

[coughs]

- Nafisa-ji.
- Open it!

Nafisa... Nafisa-ji!

- You have to be very careful!
- Open the gate!

Come on. Come on, let's get out of here.

- No!
- This place isn't safe.

- The air is full of poison.
- No!

- Come on! Let's go!
- No...

[Nafisa groaning]

That's it. We have to go to the hospital.

- Nafisa-ji, come on, come on.
- No.

It's your baby.

At least think of your baby.
That's the most important thing.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

Come, come, come.
Okay, wait, wait, I'm coming.

[coughs]

Pull yourself together. Huh?

[engine starts]

Come on, come on!

You shouldn't have come here
in the first place.

Be careful. Get on, get on.

Come on, come on.

[coughs]

[Kumawat coughing]

Nafisa-ji, my eyes are burning!

- Keep talking to me.
- Yes.

- Please keep talking.
- Yes.

- [Nafisa] Straight.
- Tell me where to go.

[coughs]

- [Nafisa] Straight.
- Are you okay?

[Nafisa] Yes, I'm fine.

[Kumawat] Nafisa-ji.

[soft jazz music playing]

[men] Cheers!

To our guest, Alex Braun.

[Braun] Cheers!

I hope Germany continues to need
cheap Indian medicines.

[men laugh]

[man] Very well said, Mr. Poddar.

[in German]

[phone ringing]

[speaking Hindi]

[in English] Excuse me, Mr. Ambassador.

There is a call for you
from the German Embassy.

- Ah, yes. [speaks German]
- [Poddar in English] Sure.

German Embassy. Did you hear that?

Alex, it's for you.

Hello, who's this?

What do you mean
you can't tell me your name?

I'm... I'm sorry, did I,
did I hear that correctly?

Did you say "MIC"?

Um, yes, yes, uh,
there is an antidote.

Sir... Sir, don't worry.

I... I'll let them know. I...

All right. I...
I won't mention this call.

[coughs]

[laughs]

[coughs]

[man] SM sir! SM sir! SM sir!

SM sir!

Are you okay?

Who the hell are you?

And what are you doing near the safe?

Where's SM sir? Huh?

The thing is you're stationmaster
left us and took off.

And now I'm going
to put the brakes on you.

[both grunting]

[Iftekaar] I'll get the keys
for a freight train.

- Imad, keep the engine ready.
- [Imad] Yes, sir.

[coughs]

[thuds]

[train horn blowing]

[Rajeshwari sighs]

[in German]

[Ambassador] Mmm-hmm.

[Ambassador speaks German]

[man 1 in English]
We need to call the CM.

- Casualties?
- [man 2] I'll update you.

- [man 1] Figures?
- No idea.

- Check it again.
- I will, sir.

- I want a--
- Mr. Secretary, if could have a word.

Ms. Janglay,
we're in the middle of a crisis.

Not the right time to talk.

That's the very crisis,
I want to talk about.

Sir, with the Bhopal crisis,
I think the Railways could be of help.

We can activate
the Railways' relief network.

And with your permission,
we can send them to Bhopal.

With my permission? What do you mean?
What about your ministry?

Minister sahab is a little hesitant.

If the PMO makes a formal request,
he will agree.

Ms. Janglay, there's something
known as a chain of command. Hmm?

Please excuse me.

Uh, Mr. Secretary,
may I have a moment of your time?

It's about the situation in Bhopal.

Apologies, Mr. Ambassador,
this is an internal matter.

But, sir, we have the antidote.

Wait one moment, Herr Braun.
Let me see if I can try again.

Excuse me.

May I know what this is about?

My name is Alex Braun.

I'm a toxicologist.

And I've received word
that there was a gas leak in Bhopal.

And I worked on the initial studies
of the gas in question.

And you just happen to be in India?

Look, call it a twist of fate
or serendipity or just plain good luck.

Because it's the only good luck
you are going to get tonight.

Because I know the antidote for MIC.

- An antidote?
- Yes.

There is an antidote?

Yes. It's called sodium thiosulfate.

When it is administered early

the survival rates
multiply many, many times.

It's simple, it's effective.

I saw you talking
to the Principal Secretary. I--

Just a minute. Just a minute.

So where do we get this from?

Is it available somewhere?

Yes, yes! I know people in the city.

Pharmaceutical company owners,
bulk medicine shippers.

They are already preparing
vials of sodium thiosulfate

to send to Bhopal.

Ma'am, please,
these people don't have lot of time.

We have to get it to them
in the fastest way possible.

[indistinct chatter]

[coughing]

Dr. Drolia.

Thank you.

- What's this medicine you are giving us?
- Medicine?

Those giving CPR are collapsing.

And the nurses,
with 30 years of experience,

can't even find a pulse.

And those who have been declared dead
are suddenly standing up.

"What medicine?"
We don't know what's making them sick.

[ambulance siren wailing]

Nurse.

There was a pregnant lady.
Have you seen her?

She's in the operation theater.

Surgeon's asking for her antenatal report.
Do you have it?

No. Is it serious?
Is everything okay?

She's okay, but how many months
pregnant is she? Any idea?

Sixth or seventh.

Any reports, records?
Ultrasound? Did you get anything done?

- Do you have any reports?
- I'm not her husband, but let me check.

[indistinct chatter]

[siren wailing]

Tyson report?

Well done, Kamruddin sahab.

[both grunting]

Put your shoes on,
I'll take you to the hospital.

Adil, beta, let's wait here.

Don't argue.
We've can't wait for them any longer.

Bhai sahab, it's suicidal to go out there.
The stationmaster--

The stationmaster's left us here
and taken off!

The bastards made a fool out of us
and took off!

Nobody's coming for us!

Adil, we should wait here.

Look at your father.
If you take him out, he will die.

Don't be in such a hurry.
Let him stay here.

If I let him stay, he'll die anyway.

It's not like
anybody's coming to save him.

Forget the hospital,
you won't make it out of the station.

- Your stupidity will cost him his life!
- Mind your own business!

- Come to your senses!
- Get your hands off me!

Adil!

[Iftekaar] Constable, where are you?
Constable! Come in!

How did the window break?

I told you to keep an eye on everyone!
Constable!

[Prasad] What the hell is that?

Listen, fucker,
if you say anything to the stationmaster,

then I won't just point this at you,
I'll fire, got it?

I'm not scared of you.

But right now the station needs you.

- Prasad?
- Yes, SM sir!

- Open the carriage, Prasad!
- Yes, sir.

- [Iftekaar] Come on! Come on!
- Come on! Hurry up! Get in!

Everyone in the carriage! Hurry!

I'll take him with me.
You go ahead. Quickly.

Come on, everyone!

Come on! Go, go, go! Go, go!

Yeah, Abbu's coming. Get inside.

Hurry up, people! Come on, get in! Easy!

- [coach] Are you ready, girls?
- Keep going! Keep going!

Himani, take a deep breath.

Girls, it's just another race. Go! Go.

- Come on! Go!
- [girl] Let's go!

Beta, come on.
We have to get out of here, yeah?

Hurry up. Good boy.

- No, sahab.
- Look, listen to me.

You remember I told you your have
to find your own life's purpose. Right?

Come on, beta, get up.
We have no time to waste at all.

Come on. Come on.
Move your leg. Move your leg.

Come on. Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.

[Prasad] Easy! Don't push!

[Iftekaar] Get inside! Let's go!
Get in! Get in! Get in!

Prasad! Prasad! Petromax!

Petromax!

Himani!

[Iftekaar] Careful! Careful!

- [coach] Himani!
- [girl] Himani, come!

Himani!

[girl] In our team,
even swimmers don't know how to swim.

Himani!

- "Help! Help! I can't breathe!"
- [girls laugh]

[coach] Take a deep breath.

Girls, it's just another race.

[inhales deeply]

[Sohini] Amma!

[coach] On your mark, get set...

- [gunshot]
- [sighs]

She won't be able to do it alone.
Come on!

Hey! Stop!

[Prasad] Sir, Petromax.

[Iftekaar] Come on.

[constable] Start it.
What are you waiting for? Christmas?

- Let's go!
- [Iftekaar] Let's go, Imad.

Sir, we are going to break
the Indian Railways' speed record today.

[man] Guard sahab?
What happened, guard sahab?

[guard grunts]

Tell that mother and son
everything's going to be fine.

[man] Yes, sir.

[grunts] We'll be reaching Bhopal soon.

Everything will be okay.

[engine powering down]

[Prasad] What happened?

[Imad] It won't start, sir.
Nothing's happening.

Sir...

The throttle isn't working.
The engine hasn't been fully tested.

- [Prasad] Oh, God. What do we do now?
- [constable] What's this headache?

- [Imad] Came from the repair shed today.
- Bhai, what are you... Come on.

- Try it again.
- [Iftekaar] We're stuck here.