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have mercy on us.

Allah says,

"When the time for division comes,

there is going to be a huge storm,

and you will all fight like animals."

I have to go.

I have an appointment

with our Muslim Leader, Jinnah.

Papoo is getting married.

Yes, Janoo.

Her Father's arranging her marriage

to a Christian.

Good God, it shouldn't be allowed.

Times are bad.

He's becoming a Christian.

Anyway, these days, his Hindu Gods

don't count for much in Lahore.

Okay?

Keep the box in your cupboard.

You look lovely.

Give this to Papoo,

not her mother.

Wake up, Papoo.

Wake up!

Lame-Lenny, will you ever find

a bridegroom?

Of course, stupid.

Ice Candy Man, Masseur,

Zookeeper, Hari, and even Cousin Adi.

Lenny-baby, come quickly.

Papoo's bridegroom is here.

Papoo's getting married

to a young boy.

In the name of the Father

and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost, Amen.

Why are they marrying Papoo

to that old man?

Fear is making people do crazy things

these days.

Come here, Chotay!

And take Madam's order!

Two rotis, one daal,

one mattar paneer.

And make sure it is hot.

And what will Lenny-baby have?

Not here.

And what's that?

Bloody English pudding.

Do you Parsees think

you are English or what?

Shame on you!

Leave her alone.

Don't take your anger out

on the child.

Why express sorrow?

Why cast a tear

when stars are so far

but friends are so near?

Well said!

Come and eat.

Just like a Mughal poet.

Forget the Mughals.

Talk about today.

I feel that when the British divide lndia,

they will give Lahore to Pakistan.

There are more Muslims here.

Lahore will stay in lndia.

Hindus own most of the business here.

But Muslims are greater in number here.

So what?

People don't matter; money does.

Money or no money,

we'll put the fear of God

up your Hindu trousers.

It might just be the other way around.

Are you stupid?

Do you knowwhat I want?

The same?

No, not the same.

Bring me lamb chops.

Let him be.

You're too soft-hearted, Hasan.

Hurry up, or I'll break your legs.

W-w-what about us?

We Sikhs own m-more land

than the Hindus or Muslims.

Total lies.

Are you calling me a liar?

If you want to save your lands,

Sher Singh,

become friends with the Muslims.

Even the British say you Sikhs

are a headache,

a bloody nuisance.

We think you're bastards as well.

Listen.

Once lndia is divided,

all Muslims left on the wrong side

of the division line

will have their balls cut off.

Have you gone mad?

We've lived together like brothers

for centuries.

We share the same language,

food, and enemies.

The Sikhs are the fighting arm

of the Hindus,

and they are ready to use it

against us Muslims.

Behold the fighting arm

of the murderous Sikhs!

Don't fool yourself.

Sikhs have a tradition of violence.

Haven't you seen the paintings

of their Gods?

Holding severed heads,

dripping with blood?

You sister-f***er!

Don't talk rubbish.

Our holy Koran lies

in their Golden Temple in Amritsar.

The Sikh faith came about to bring Hindus

and Muslims closer.

So why fight amongst friends?

We'll stand by each other,

won't we?

Yes, we'll stand by each other.

Won't we, Tota Ramji?

Yes, why not?

Sit, Lenny-baby.

No.

Don't go too far.

Refugee camp to the right.

Keep right for the refugee camp.

Good afternoon.

Please come in and sit down.

A cup of tea?

No, thank you.

Even the Malhotras and Guptas have left.

When?

Two hours ago,

to Amritsar City.

How are you, Jaswant?

Good afternoon.

Have you heard the news?

Gurdaspur City has been given to lndia.

Playing God under the ceiling fans

of Lahore Hotel.

The bastards!

They break my country into two pieces

and hand it to us and say,

"Happy lndependence."

Could we leave some of our belongings

with you?

Yes, yes.

Bring whatever you want.

We'll keep them with the Kapoors' things.

Please don't worry.

Lenny-dear, go play with Ayah.

It's twelve hours late.

Any news about the train

from Gurdaspur?

Trust in Allah, brother.

Today on August 1 5th,

the eve of lndia's independence,

there are reports of bloodshed

in Gurdaspur City.

That means the Muslims there

are being butchered.

The real bloodshed will start now.

Millions of Hindus will run from Pakistan

and millions of Muslims from Hindustan.

The Apocalypse is here.

Sher Singh, if the situation worsens here,

you can go to Amritsar.

I'm not going anywhere.

Lahore is my home.

Whoever must go will go.

A train just arrived from Gurdaspur City

filled with dead bodies,

all the Muslim men in it butchered,

and four sacks filled

with women's breasts.

Our Dil Navaz's sisters

were on that train.

We now play for you Prime Minister Nehru's

speech given earlier today in New Delhi

on the auspicious occasion

of lndia's independence.

These politicians speak

with such twisted tongues.

Some independence they give us,

soaked in our brothers' blood.

Ayah?

Yes, Madame?

Some of our friends are leaving Lahore

for Amritsar.

You have relatives there,

don't you?

Yes.

Things might get out of control here.

We think you should go

with them.

But, Madame,

the Parsees aren't taking sides.

Everyone knows that.

As long as I'm with you,

I'm safe.

As you wish.

This is your home, Shanta.

Can I ask lce Candy Man

how his sisters got in the gunny sack?

No! Absolutely not!

Lenny-baby,

just ask him how he is.

Ice Candy Man.

Ice Candy Man!

Ice Candy Man, did you see your sisters

in the gunny sack?

Keep quiet, Lenny-baby!

It's all right.

How are you, Dil Navaz?

Are you okay?

That's the Delhi Gateway.

That's the Lahori Gateway.

And there' s the Mochi Gateway.

Hasan, don't you live there?

And that's Shalmi,

where the Hindus live.

What are these Sikh f***ers doing here?

Why don't they go to lndia?

It's not so easy to leave one's home.

Long live lndia! Death to Pakistan!

Kill the Muslim bastard!

I shouldn't have brought you here.

I want to go home.

Don't worry, Lenny-baby.

As soon as things quiet down,

I'll take you home.

Look, The Hindu tenement is burning!

There goes the arsenal

the Hindus had intended to use on us.

Thank God!

Where did these bastards come from?

They've sprayed the building

with petrol instead of water.

Great! The firefighters must

be Muslim.

Say here.

I'll see if I can help.

This is not only

about Hindus and Muslims.

It's about what's inside us.

Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs--

we are all bastards,

all animals,

Like the lion in the zoo

that Lenny-baby is so scared of.

He just lies there,

waiting for the cage to open.

And when it does,

then God help us all.

Marry me.

If you are with me,

then the animal that's within me

will be controlled.

You know how much I love you.

I'll marry you, lce Candy Man.

Let's go.

It's all right, my baby.

Are you banishing the demons?

Yes, my darling.

Ayah, sit with her.

Is Lenny all right?

Yes, she's fine.

Janoo?

Hmm.

Janoo?

Hmm?

Many, many congratulations.

The Masseur

can kiss Nanny better.

Come and see the refugees next door.

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