[breathes heavily]
- [alarm blaring] - Shit.
[guard shouting in Norwegian]
[guards shouting]
[panting]
[guard shouting in Norwegian]
[heavy filtered breathing]
[person coughing]
[people coughing]
[person speaking Hindi]
[bells chime]
[announcer on PA, in Hindi] Attention.
The sun has set.
Curfew is now lifted in accordance with national ordinance 1138.
[vendor speaking Hindi]
Daytime curfew resumes at sunrise:
6:11 a.m.
Is mine on?
I'm taking one pull.
- [vendor 1, in English] Okay. Okay. - [chattering]
- [customer speaks Hindi] - [inhales deeply]
[machine ringing]
[coughing, clears throat]
Hey! Stop, fucker.
You paid for only one puff.
So add it to my tab.
What tab?
Hey.
[vendor 1] What?
Give my brother one more shot.
[vendor 1] Will you pay for it?
- [person speaks Hindi] - [machine ringing]
[phone beeps]
[vendor speaking Hindi]
[inhales deeply]
Did you wager on the cricket match yesterday at Lords?
Yes. I also lost three lakhs.
Come on.
[vendor 2] Drought-resistant seeds!
Wheat, Jowar, Bajra.
Genuine Alpha seeds...
So you're the driver?
Mind your own business.
[vendor 2] Wheat, Jowar, Bajra.
Genuine Alpha seeds...
[phone beeps]
[Bilton's employee, in English] Stay on him.
[people chattering]
[fan beeping]
[in Hindi] Wait here. I'm going inside.
Hurry up.
- [in English] Hey. - [explosion]
[people clamoring in Hindi]
[scooter driver] Come on.
What is that?
What?
Can't you see that light?
That?
Maybe it's the sun and we'll all be dead in eight minutes.
You come on. Come on.
[people chattering]
[hammering]
[pop music playing on radio]
[people chattering]
[worker, in Hindi] I am feeling hungry.
[hammering continues]
[in English] Hey, you're the driver, Gaurav, right?
Come, eat some biryani.
It's not real rice. It's that synthetic, processed crap.
[in Hindi] Did you hear that outside?
[in English] Hey. Did you read the detail? English only.
[in Hindi] What?
[in English] The detail. It says me and you are to speak in English only.
Why?
I don't know. A security measure or something.
These higher-ups and their-- their demands.
I could do it in Hindi!
[in Hindi] I speak good Hindi!
[in English] But I never go against the detail.
[sniffs] Anyway, come eat. I'm Neel.
Something exploded in the sky.
Mmm. My man said it, um-- it was a drone. Uber Eats.
Not a drone.
[Neel] What then?
Not a drone.
Airplane, maybe.
Not an aeroplane.
Then what?
I don't know.
[sighs] It doesn't matter anyway. Over there. That's you.
Diesel?
If it wasn't diesel, we wouldn't need you.
Self-driving autos are driving you guys to extinction.
I'm not paying for diesel.
Last time they didn't give me reimbursement.
There's a cash allotment for fuel.
There better be.
I just said there was.
How much is it?
Enough to get you to Varanasi.
Varanasi?
Yeah. Varanasi first, and then up north somewhere.
- There's two shifts? - Yeah.
- I don't do double shifts. - Says who?
It's in my contract.
You have a contract?
- Verbal. - Verbal contract.
Madam knows, madam is aware.
[sighs] That's between you and Madam.
The job is a double shift. Do you want it or not?
No double shifts.
In that case, fuck off.
[in Hindi] Watch your mouth, asshole.
[in English] Listen. You didn't even ask me how much it pays.
10,000 euros.
Ten thousand...
Euros.
Ten thousand euro.
Five up front. Five on completion.
No, ten thousand euro to drive?
To drive what?
I don't know. It doesn't matter. Cargo is cargo.
I don't agree.
So... [sighs] ...what's it gonna be?
["I'd Rain All Over You" playing on radio]
[phones chiming]
Let's go.
Huh?
- Let's go. - Where are you going?
Me and you, road trip.
Thirty-five hours to Varanasi,
and I hope you like country-western because that is my jam!
[Gaurav] No.
You take the bus or something.
I drive alone. I always drive alone.
It is safe.
Madam specifies we go together.
Why do you want to go to Varanasi?
[sighs] I don't know, mate. I'm on the job, exactly the same as you.
I'm not lifting you in and out of the truck, okay?
[in Hindi] Understand?
[pounding]
[in English] Let's go!
["Kohinoor" playing]
[song continues on radio, crackling]
[Neel sighs] All the trucks in Mumbai, and we get the one with blown-out speakers.
[radio tuning, crackling]
What do you do when you drive? Music? News radio? Meditation? What?
For me, it's music. Always music, man.
Obviously country-western, but rap, EDM, trap.
I love songs from the movies.
["Baar Baar Dekho Hazar Baar Dekho" playing on radio]
That's it.
Are you married? Have a girl? A guy?
Me, I'm not married.
I had a girl, but after I lost the leg here...
- [coughs] - ...she went and got with someone else.
[clicks tongue] I was pissed, man, but I get it.
Do you like movies?
No.
I fucking love movies, man.
Romance, history, drama, action. I don't care. [sighs]
My sweetie and I, before she left me, we'd spend all day in the cinema.
Poor girl. She couldn't be marrying some cripple, you know?
But I do earn.
I'm not some... [in Hindi] ...loser.
[in English] I'm hoping word gets back to her, you know,
and she's like, "Oh, Neel, international gangster.
Maybe he earns more than the current dickhead I'm curled up with."
Maybe she comes around, you know.
A man's gotta believe. Happily ever after, like the movies.
[in Hindi] How much will it cost to shut you up?
I don't wanna hear about some bitch
who ran off with somebody else.
[in English] Watch your mouth. Talking about my girl.
You want a woman who ran away with another man?
- You have no shame. - You don't know the full story.
I don't want to know the full story.
She's gone. Forget about her.
Okay? Now shut up and sit and let me drive.
I didn't ask you for an in-depth analysis.
Hardly in-depth.
Fuck you, man! I believe in things, all right?
So what's your thing? What are you gonna do when you get paid?
Send it back to the family? Spend it all on whores, drugs, what?
None of your business.
[inhales deeply]
[coughing]
You got that asthma?
- [coughs] - And you pull from that dirty thing?
Nas-Bots, bro. [inhales]
This is the shit.
I don't put robots in my nose.
Nanobots, not robots.
Internal filters. Easier, cheaper.
And you don't have to be sucking on that filthy mask all day.
They track you with that. You don't know.
[chuckles] Who tracks you?
Corporations.
Corporations don't need nanobots to track us, mate.
They've got us by the balls already.
[chuckles] I knew guys like you in the war.
You were in the war?
Yes, sir. Fifteenth Infantry, Amritsar.
How was that?
How was the war? Fucking mega, mate.
Pakistan used chemical weapons, or what?
- Not that I saw. - I heard they did.
Some conspiracy theory.
I heard the war is still going on.
You're a fucking idiot. I was in the war. It ended.
Everyone has a different story.
I heard it's still going on.
We keep going in, but those people are like cockroaches,
you kill one, and three more come out.
What people?
Muslims.
I heard it's strictly black-ops now.
The war.
Where are you hearing this?
News.
[Neel] What news?
Just... news.
[Neel] Listen, the news you're listening to is some bullshit news.
You're gonna sit there and you're gonna tell me
that you know more about the war that I fought in?
We didn't need any chemical weapons. We got plenty fucked without 'em.
Where were you during the war?
I had exemption.
What exemption?
Ministry of Agriculture.
Crops died.
My father killed himself and then my brothers, too.
You're agro-exempt?
Your family. I'm sorry.
[breathes deeply] Where are you from?
Bihar.
Where in Bihar?
Some village you don't know.
- [splattering on windshield] - Oh, fucking hell.
Birds. Every night.
It's because of us.
We start living at night and they start flying around,
after hours, causing mass suicide.
Just like my family.
My family is dead too, mate.
Mine just died of cancer.
Because the air is poison.
The air isn't poison. We don't have cancer, do we?
Not yet.
Not ever.
Things are gonna get better.
- Okay. - They will.
- How? - They will.
- How? - Trust me. They will.
[chuckles]
[coughing]
[bells chime]
Sun's out. Bedtime.
[announcer on PA speaking Hindi]
What's that stitching on your bag? The staples?
It works, it's called... [in Hindi] ...improvising.
[chuckles, in English] No wonder you're single.
Why don't you get a fake leg?
I don't earn that prosthetic cash, even in this lavish life of crime.
[sighs]
[sighs] Tell me how it is that a farmer's son from Bihar
starts working for Madam out of Mumbai?
You should be proud, man. I am.
I mean, you're earning decent money on account of, uh, semi-honest work.
[Gaurav] Mmm.
I mean, 10,000 euros is nothing to laugh at in this economy.
When I get paid,
I think I'm gonna take sweetie to Kuwait.
Two nights at the Four Seasons. Yeah, just me and her.
What if she says no?
Fuck is your problem, man?
[sighs]
I'm just asking.
My most cherished dream, and you're just shitting on it.
Anything is possible, you know.
I mean, it could start snowing outside any minute.
Rains could come back and grow a rain forest
from here to your desert planet of Bihar.
I mean, we could colonize Mars, we could colonize the oceans.
And me and sweetie, we could find ourselves in the Four Seasons
for two nights in Kuwait.
- [zipper closes] - A man's gotta believe, you know.
[Gaurav] Mmm.
For me, when I get the money, I want to go to Goa.
I hear they have women on the beach who are giving pedicures.
Also with the manicures, scalp massage, ear cleaning.
[Neel chuckles] You want someone to clean your ears and cut your toenails?
[Gaurav] No, no, it's much more than that.
They're giving head massage, cleaning, pumice stone.
Sometimes happy ending also.
[Neel] Hmm. How much does that cost?
[Gaurav] I don't know.
[Neel] 10,000 will last you plenty, mate.
[Gaurav] Maybe forever.
At least until the world ends, which is probably soon.
You're very depressing, you know that?
The world isn't necessarily gonna end, okay?
I mean, fuck CIT 2.
We can put that stuff in the atmosphere and-- and things could get better.
Geoengineering.
The volcano did it, so can we.
The volcano from Micronesia.
Philippines.
It was Micronesia.
The point is the world can change.
Temperature can fluctuate both ways.
Volcano spews ash into the air, temperatures got cooler.
It happened before, and it can happen again.
So you want someone to launch reflective chemicals into the atmosphere
in the hope that it will cool the planet
and save life on Earth?
And you think I'm stupid?
[Neel] I'm saying you've gotta believe in possibilities and happy fucking endings.
[Bilton's employee] Mr. Bilton is concerned.
[tracker] I took care of the plane. I can take care of this.
[device chimes]
[people chattering]
Welcome back, ma'am.
[receptionist] Yes, here is your reservation.
Alpha has booked you in a luxury suite with a terrace.
Charges have been taken care of, as well as incidentals.
What brings you back to Mumbai, ma'am?
I wanna be a movie star.
[chuckles] Well, you've come to the right place.
- [bellhop] Allow me. - Leave it.
Is the bar in the room stocked?
[bellhop] Yes, ma'am.
Bring some ice. See that I'm not disturbed.
- [bells chime] - [Neel sniffs]
[announcer on PA, in Hindi] Daytime curfew resumes at sunrise: 6:12 a.m.
[Gaurav, in English] Wet bulb 31.
[announcer, in Hindi] An extreme heat warning is in effect.
[Gaurav, in English] I wonder how many people died.
[Neel] Sun's down. Let's go.
[coughing]
- [inhales deeply] - [Neel] You still sucking on that thing.
Try my Nas-Bot. Try it!
- [grunts, inhales] - Try it! Look!
Keep that robot out of my face or I'll throw it out of the fucking truck.
I'd like to see you try that. [inhales]
[in Hindi] You making fun of me?
[inhales]
[in English] Oh, shit.
What? Shit.
No, no, it's okay. It's just routine checking.
You know our story, right?
- Huh? Uh. - What are we doing?
We are transporting "Cool-Fan-Nice" electric fans to Varanasi.
- And why am I here? - Uh...
You're our company supervisor.
And we have the paperwork to show for it
- if they wanna look, okay? - Uh-huh.
Just don't speak in Hindi, okay?
My Hindi's fine. Hey, listen, if I end up outside
and my chair's still back there, push it out, all right?
[officer 1 on bullhorn, speaking Hindi]
[officer 1 continues]
[brakes squeal]
[in Hindi] What's the problem, sir? Everything okay?
[officer 1] Reports of smugglers. Get out of the truck.
I'm in a wheelchair. Can you give me a moment--
[officers shouting]
[groaning, grunting]
[Neel] Please, sir, please!
- Out of the truck now! - [Gaurav] What's going on?
[grunting, groaning]
Yes, sir, we're only transporting electric fans, sir,
to Varanasi.
[officer 1] Sure you are.
[Gaurav] They're just electric fans.
[officer 1] Open the fucking doors.
[Gaurav] You see, sir?
[in English] Sir.
Electric fans, Cool-Fan-Nice.
[speaking Hindi]
[officer 1] What do you got?
[speaking Hindi]
Hurry up.
[speaking Hindi]
[officer 2] Hey, motherfucker.
On your knees, hands behind your head.
I swear, I'm just a driver.
[officer 2] You're just a driver, eh?
Hey! What'd you find?
- You think we're idiots? - It's just a lunch box, sir.
- Just a lunch box? - Yes, sir.
All right, sonny, get ready to meet your maker.
[breathes shakily]
- [gun fires] - [screams]
[speaking Hindi]
[gun clicks]
[in English] You all right?
[breathing heavily]
[officer 3 on radio speaking Hindi]
[groans]
[officer 3 on radio speaking Hindi]
[breathing heavily]
[officer 3 on radio speaking Hindi]
[in English] The fuck are you doing? Start the truck.
[in Hindi] What's in the lunch box?
[in English] I don't know.
You don't know?
[speaking Hindi] Who knows?
It's not my business.
Then how do the police know?
Huh?
They went straight for the tiffin.
Must have got tipped off by some rival. We need to dump the truck.
- Dump the truck? Huh? Dump the tr-- - Yeah.
You think this is some backpack? Where will you dump the truck?
I know a spot 5K up.
It's on the left, but slow down. It's barely a road at all. You'll miss it.
Where did they teach you shooting like that?
In the army? Huh?
[in Hindi] I'm not that fucking stupid.
You hear me?
[in English] You killed three policemen.
You killed three policemen, now tell me what we'll do.
Tell me what we'll do.
[in Hindi] Just drive.
[in English] Your Hindi is shit.
[dispatcher, in Hindi] Three officers slain... Katni...
Gunshot wounds... Possible organized hit...
There are two suspects,
one is in a wheelchair, the other is the truck driver.
[Bilton's employee, in English] What do you have?
I think I can put them in Katni in the last hour, moving east.
[Bilton's employee] I'll let our friends at Alpha know.
No, don't. Let me get eyes on 'em first.
[watch beeps]
The package will be in my hands by sundown.
[Bilton's employee] You do know who you're dealing with, don't you?
Uh-huh.
What's in the tiffin?
I don't know.
Open it and see.
It's fingerprint coded. Only Madam can open it.
Okay, stop.
Stop, stop. Just one minute, stop.
Okay.
What are we doing? Huh?
You just killed three policemen, you know that?
The bodies are lying there at the checkpoint.
The whole state police are looking for us. We're criminals.
[sighs] We still need to get to Varanasi.
How will we get to Varanasi?
We just dumped the truck over there.
See that backcountry road over there? Pilgrims pass through there all the time.
You and me, a cripple and his poor brother,
looking to offer prayers in the holy city.
When the bus stops, we'll jump on.
No.
[sighs]
I'm going back.
You go back now, you won't get paid.
I don't care.
Okay? This has gone out of control.
And what do you think is gonna happen when you go back to Mumbai?
Why do you think Madam chose you for this job in the first place?
Because I work for Madam.
For this.
This extremely important job that's paying you quadruple what you ever made before.
Where this cargo is clearly of high value.
You, Gaurav, are the best choice for this job.
No. Madam has 20 drivers that outrank your skinny arse.
Seven of them turned up dead last week. The rest, God only knows.
So it turns out, the only driver unknown to Madam's enemies is you.
You're so insignificant that no one even knows you exist.
Of course, now you're famous.
Do what you want. Stay, get fucked or come with me.
I'm going back to the safety of Madam's warm embrace.
[electronic music playing on radio]
[bartender] Game of Chicken?
Excuse me?
What you're watching. Game of Chicken. Reality show.
Ordinary folks jousting homemade drones.
[in Hindi] This isn't Game of Chicken.
- [patron laughs] - [patrons chattering]
[beeps]
[in English] I don't think they teach shooting guns like that in the army.
You're what, some assassin? Sharpshooter?
Bodyguard.
Bodyguard for Madam.
No, dickhead, for you.
I never held a gun before in my hand.
Actually I've never even heard the sound of one until today.
You're lucky.
How many people have you killed before tonight?
More than I'd like.
I've never wanted to kill anyone.
[sighs] War was quick, man, but it-- [sighs] it left a mark, you know.
I've got all these skills, and I can do these things, and I'm not happy about it.
The way I see it is, I've gotta balance out my acts.
For every evil action, some good administered as well.
I saved your life, so that was one life saved for three lives gone.
That means I have to save two more lives just to cancel out the violence tonight.
[in Hindi] And overall? Before tonight?
Are your karmic scales balanced?
[sighs]
[in English] Yes, sir. I have, sir, yes.
[sighs] Not yet, sir. Nothing, no.
[sighs] Well, either dead, arrested, hiding or on their way here.
Well, I hope so too, sir, obviously.
Sir, can I call you back?
You're shitting me. They're here?
Howdy, Anusha, madam.
What the fuck, Neel?
- They were tipped off. - Bullshit.
You went gun-happy, as always.
No, Madam, that corrupt police were waiting for us near Katni.
[Anusha] Who the fuck are you?
Gaurav, Madam, driver.
Have I ever met you?
No, first time.
[Anusha] Why are you speaking to me?
Madam, Gaurav did well. He didn't crack under pressure, all right?
Police knew exactly what they were looking for. They went straight for the tiffin.
And these guys weren't about any code of ethics either.
- So you killed them? - Them or us in this instance.
[in Hindi] I swear to God.
[in English] Anyway, cargo's delivered.
What's in there anyway? What have we been carrying all this time?
- This needs to be in Amritsar by tomorrow. - Amritsar?
But here's the thing, Mr. Terminator,
the entire military apparatus of MP are looking for two men.
- One of whom is in a wheelchair. - [sighs]
So, why do I have to go along?
Job isn't finished. You want payment?
All I'm saying, ma'am, is risk assessment.
We are taking precautions.
You two bastards are driving by day.
Solar-powered. AC. Built-in filtration.
[Neel, in French] "Centre de la sante et vie."
[Anusha, in English] It's a fake French NGO we made up.
- I think the French is wrong. - Who the fuck cares, Neel? It's French.
From a distance, the police will think you're relief workers.
Self-drives, but Mohan here has deactivated it.
Self-driving cars get tagged on the grid,
so there's no way to get by undetected, especially during the day.
It's imported, so it's left-hand drive. Can you handle that?
Yes, madam.
[Anusha] Mohan's made a number of adjustments to prepare for the heat.
Enhanced AC, deeper tint, and he's made room for your wheelchair.
Much obliged.
[in Hindi] Will this melt?
[Anusha, in English] Vehicle's equipped with a wet-bulb temperature reading.
Measuring heat and humidity combined.
If wet-bulb spikes to 33, alarm will sound.
You will assemble the mirror tent stored in back.
It's automatic, but it takes about two minutes to expand.
Also, if you're driving on pavement,
pull off to dirt because the blacktop tends to melt.
Hear that? The road will fucking melt. This is just festive.
[Anusha] The mirror tent covers the entire vehicle.
You stay within the tent, or you'll end up like our friend.
[Neel] Who's our friend?
- [Anusha] Him. - [Neel] Who is he?
- [Anusha] Your additional cargo. - What's wrong with him?
[Anusha] Idiot was out collecting data during goddamn daylight
when wet-bulb spiked to 35.
He should be dead. He went into hyperthermic shock, and he went blind.
Although, his eyesight is returning now.
The worst part is the delirium. Our man could barely speak for two weeks.
And now he's sometimes lucid. Sometimes he's a fucking disaster.
Harbaksh, Uncle, how are you feeling?
Yes. Good, beta.
[Anusha] Are you ready to leave tomorrow?
- Leave? - You'll be going north to Amritsar.
Remember? I told you.
[in Hindi] Yeah, yeah, Amritsar, let's go.
[in English] He some big shot, or what?
Dr. Harbaksh Mann. Genetic scientist.
Without him, the seeds are useless.
What seeds?
The fucking seeds, Neel. What do you think this is about?
Everything is going to change now.
[journalist on radio] Scientists are divided
in their prediction of how global weather patterns will be affected
by what is now being called an act of ecoterrorism.
Sardar-ji, what's in the tiffin? Seeds?
Seeds. Yes, seeds.
- What kinda seeds? - Many seeds.
Give me your hand.
[journalist on radio] ...catastrophic changes in precipitation levels
in all regions is causing chaos...
[Neel] Rice seeds?
Rice seeds?
We've been smuggling rice seeds all this while? Great.
[Harbaksh] Yes. Special seed.
What's special about them?
Well, all seeds are special, beta. Each one a miracle.
What's special about these seeds?
Those?
Those are stolen from the seed vault at Svalbard.
- Do you know what he's talking about? - [clicks tongue]
[Neel] Fucking rice seeds all this time.
Uncle, you're a scientist. Settle a dispute.
Geoengineering blasting that shit into the atmosphere.
- Will it save the world? Yes or no? - Yes.
- See, Gaurav? Hope springs eternal. - Mmm.
Remember he's cracked.
So, tell us, Uncle. How does it work? How is it that we control the weather?
Centuries ago, tribes of nomads dyed the desert floor,
blackening acres of space to make it hot
and to increase air convection so as to encourage precipitation.
This is the same principle.
- And did it work back then? - No.
So why now?
They had it wrong. They were too far away.
[Neel] Farmer boy, you know about seeds, right?
These look special to you?
Like any other seed.
You have the microscope app?
Mm-hmm.
[phone beeps]
Zoom in.
[Gaurav] Hmm.
- They don't have the watermark. - So?
So, every seed in the world is owned by the Big Agro corporations.
So they can prove their ownership, they all have the watermark, or
scan code, or whatever.
- Another grand conspiracy. - All right.
This is not a conspiracy. This is why you should not read too much.
He said they were stolen from a seed vault.
I heard there was something like that near the North Pole
where all the original seeds of the world are stored.
But even if it's true, none of these old seeds will grow anymore. Not in this heat.
Hasn't rained in over a year.
They're worthless.
What do genetic scientists do?
Madam said the seeds were useless without him.
[Gaurav] They're the ones putting the codes on the seeds.
[Neel] So Sardar-ji's gonna code the seeds for Madam and the higher-ups?
Just to copyright the seeds?
[Gaurav] Or they could clone them and give them to farmers. But...
There's no point. They won't grow.
Not unless it starts to rain again.
[in Hindi] In Allah's hands.
[in English] If He wants it to rain, it will rain.
Sardar-ji! Come here! Let's go!
They left by daylight, taking back roads north.
Most likely through the Bhajowali River Valley.
[Bilton's employee on ear piece] How do you know?
I don't know. Intuition?
Mr. Bilton will want more than intuition.
Well, if my intuition isn't good enough, you can find somebody else to track them.
[Neel] You're off course, man.
The map says we are not.
We're fucking lost.
Look, can you relax?
Okay? Just don't give me tension, I'm driving, let me drive.
[in Hindi] What the fuck is that?
[Neel, in English] What?
Look at those little bastards.
- What are they doing out in the daylight? - I don't know.
What is that?
[thud]
- [Neel] What the fuck? - [Gaurav speaking Hindi]
- [Gaurav] People are starving all over... - [In English] Where are the parents?
...and children are using fruit as a weapon now!
[In English] Fuck you and your mango slingshot!
[in Hindi] What the fuck is wrong with the world!
[in English] I didn't survive the war to be killed by a fucking summer fruit!
[in Hindi] You've lost it! Get back in!
Are you nuts?
[in English] You want the police to come back?
- Oh, shit. - Shit.
Wet-bulb alert. Go get the mirror tent. Let's go. Quick. Let's go!
I hope their village is nearby.
Those children are going to boil to death.
Let 'em cook, the little bastards.
[grunting, muttering in Hindi]
[whirring, beeping]
[in English] Moving target. Launch trajectory.
Good shot.
Fuck.
[panting]
The little mango motherfucker's passing out, man.
[Gaurav] What?
The kid with the mango. He's stroking out. His waste friends have fucking left him.
[Gaurav] Hey, Neel! Come inside and sit in the car!
Can't do it! Karma.
Neel!
Balance. Way of the world.
[in Hindi] Hey, asshole... [in English] ...you'll faint!
[speaking Hindi]
[in English] You'll faint outside!
[panting]
[in Hindi] Die, motherfucker. What do I care?
[grunting]
[flat tone ringing]
[flat tone continues]
[panting]
Neel? Neel?
[grunting]
[grunts]
[in Hindi] You okay?
What the hell are you doing outside during daytime?
Do you have a death wish?
[in Punjabi] My son. Look at me.
Where is your village?
Just ahead. Khella.
Why are you outside during daylight?
[boy] The other boys dared me.
I had to.
...fucking kids...
[Gaurav, in Hindi] This place is empty.
Where's everyone?
[Harbaksh, in Punjabi] Honk the horn. They sleep underground.
[horn honking]
[shouting in Hindi]
[parent] Shahid!
- Shahid. Shahid! - Shahid?
Is this your kid?
You just let him go out there?
Is he an animal?
[in English] Hello, madam!
[in Hindi] Hey! He needs help!
He saved the boy's life!
[in English] Please, madam.
[in Hindi] Bring him in. [breathes heavily]
[speaking Hindi]
Neel, keep your eyes open.
We're almost there, just a few more minutes.
Keep your eyes open.
[Harbaksh grunts]
This herbal medicine won't do anything.
Gotu kola-- this is best.
Fucking gotu kola...
Is there a proper doctor here, brother?
[in Punjabi] Look-- even here, life grows!
[in Hindi] Listen, you're a scientist, can't you help?
No, son.
[Gaurav, in English] You want the stick?
Okay.
[in Hindi] Doctor, we don't have a lot of time, understand?
Forget about this herbal stuff. Tell me, what can we do?
We need to cool him down.
I can fucking see that.
- How? - Ice?
Ice?
But we don't have any.
[in English] This village was an offshoot strand of the Indus River Valley.
[in Punjabi] Listen, 4,000 years ago, they grew rice here.
[in Hindi] Listen to me.
No matter what happens, don't let him sleep.
I'm going to the next village to look for ice.
I'm not gonna let him die here.
Take my number in case you need it.
[both speaking Hindi]
What the hell?
[speaking Hindi]
You're the driver?
Where are the seeds?
[in English] Your tires.
It won't go the way you want. It never does.
[Gaurav screaming]
[grunts]
Okay, lady, come out with your hands up!
You don't want it like this. Trust me.
Gaurav!
- Gaurav! - What?
Get Sardar-ji out of the car! I've got you covered!
No!
- For fuck's sake, just get the old man! - [drones whirring]
Trust me!
Go!
[whispering] Engage. Now.
[drones screeching]
[panting]
I read the intel on you.
I'm sorry.
[footsteps approaching]
[in Hindi] He saved my son's life.
Please let him be.
[in English] Ma'am, please... [in Hindi] ...step away... He's a criminal--
Please. He is already hurt. Please leave.
Please don't get involved.
[in English] Please, ma'am, go! Go inside! Go take care of your son!
Fuck off! Go! [sighs]
[grunts]
- What the fuck? - [panting]
- [grunts] - [screams]
[grunting]
[groans]
[shudders]
[whimpering]
[breathing heavily]
Neel... Let's get you to the hospital. Come on.
- Come on. - I saved you.
You saved us all.
[in Hindi] Lift his leg.
[in English] Come. Come, come. Come.
[speaking Hindi]
- [muttering, in English] Sweetie. - Huh?
Keep your eyes open, Neel.
- Sweetie. Sweetie... - Ah. Sweetie.
Sweetie's good... Sweetie's good.
- Come. Sweetie's good. - Sweetie.
- Sweetie's-- - Sweetie.
Neel. Neel. Neel.
[speaking Hindi]
Neel?
[drones whirring]
[glass breaking]
[chirping]
[gasps]
[sighs]
[officer speaking Punjabi]
[in Hindi] Come on... come on.
[speaking Punjabi]
[in Hindi] Come on, diplomatic plates. Show us your magic.
Let them through.
[speaking Hindi]
[sighs]
[in Hindi] Neel said they are expecting you inside.
What do I do with this?
[in Punjabi] Son... There was a boy.
His father had died. And his mother was old.
They both lived in a village.
They had nothing but an old cow.
His mother said to sell the cow.
[speaking Punjabi]
[Harbaksh] In the market, a man offered to buy the cow...
but instead of money, he offered magic beans.
[Gaurav, in English] Magic beans? Did they grow?
[Harbaksh, in Punjabi] More than he could have imagined.
[shouting in Punjabi]
[in Hindi] Move...
[bus driver, in Punjabi] Next stop, Zira.
[in Hindi] Shitty Muslim hole.
What did you say? Say it again.
- Nothing. - You said something, right?
No...
[thunder rumbling]
[sighs]
[Gaurav chuckles]
[in Hindi] Here. Have these.
[child] What are these?
[Gaurav] I don't know...
Maybe they're magic.
[thunderclap]
[announcer, in English] Attention.
A flash flood warning is in effect
for the states of Madhya Pradesh, Rajasthan and Haryana.
Torrential downpours have been reported causing damage to critical infrastructure.
Do not shelter underground.
Repeat:
Do not seek shelter from extreme heat underground.
Act quickly to protect your life.
- [wind howling] - [raining continues]
[announcer speaking Hindi]