Kabul Express Page #4

Can l get one last cigarette?

What? You have already had

so many of my cigarettes.

What if l get a sore throat? - Grant a

dying man his last wish..

Haider, you carry on with the car.

l will come back with these guys..

..lf that's fine with you guys?

- Oh no problem at all.

The seat next to me is absolutely empty..

l must really thank you guys.

l was pretty sure they were

going to rape me.

Naah! l think they were more

interested in your driver.

Khyber! You're a hero! -Jai, at least

now your cigarettes are safe.

Yeah! The bastard must be puffing

his last cigarette.

Bastards, they ate all my chocolates.

Thank God, they did not mess up

my camera and passport.

Passport! - Passport?

That bastard's still got our passports.

- Let it be.. Get new ones made.

lt's not a suit l'm talking about.

They're passports.

How do we leave this hellhole

without passports?

Even if we get out, how do

we enter lndia?

No, let's go back and get them.

What?? Are you mad? You want to go

back to that maniac?

So what? lt's been only 5 minutes

since we left him.

He's all tied up anyway.

l told you we should have shot

the bastard.

This time we'll kill the bastard.

But why did you give your passports

to a guy like that?

Here, she's started her interview again..

..lets take her back and tie her up again.

What did he say? - Nothing.

Sh*t!

The bastard's gone! l told you

we should kill him.

l've lost my reward too!

Grant a dying man his last wish..

What do we do now?

We'll have to go to the lndian Embassy.

That was bombed long time back!

Let's get out of here.

Their men must be headed this way..

..l think that's why he also ran away.

Let's go.

l told you to leave the passports

back in the hotel.

Hotel? You call that war monument a hotel?

There's no ceiling in that place!

Oh! Sh*t!

Tell that bastard to hand over his pistol.

Stop the car!

Get out! All of you! Get your cameras along.

Shoot his pics!

Shoot his pics.. just like you shot mine!

Who is this white woman?

She is an American journalist.

Can't take her along. lt's too dangerous

to have her with us.

l will have to leave her here.

But we can't leave her alive!

Tell him l have a Pakistani visa.

This can justify our going towards the border.

What did she say?

- She says she has a Pakistani visa.

lf somebody inquires..

..we can say we need to drop

herto the border.

Does she know how to drive?

She's American.. she must know..

Car?.. drive?

Drive? Does he mean drive?

We're dead!

Of course l drive, l am an American!

lmran Sahab. He's the only one who knows

the way to the border.

Can you see that smoke ahead?

- Stop the car!

Diesel! Fill her up.

This is what happens when you

drive in the night.

The Americans must have bombed

these trucks.

lt's Coke! - No, it's not coke.

What? lt's Coke.

- lt's too sweet, it's Pepsi.

What's the difference?

They are both the same bloody thing.

What's the difference?

Why are you so vague in life?

lmran Khan and Kapil are the same thing!

Coke and Pepsi are the same thing!

Jessica listen. You are an American.

Can you tell us if this is

Coke or Pepsi?

l don't drink either.

You don't drink Coke?

What sort of American are you?

A sensible sort.

l told you its Pepsi!

The war is all about this..

..the Americans will do anything to

sell their Coke and Pepsi..

..this is exactly what they do. Suck all

the oil out of a country..

.. and then fill it with Coke and Pepsi..

Why's he yelling at me?

l don't even like Coke.. or Pepsi.

lts all about money isn't it?

Foryou Americans?

l also want money.

How much do you get forthese

photographs of Taliban?

What's he saying?

He's asking how much you get

forthese photographs.

How many dollars for photograph

of Taliban?

l don't know. Maybe 5, maybe 6 hundred..

- How much?

She says 500 to 600 dollars.

All right.. l will take 300 dollars!

What? - He wants 300 dollars.

lf you don't give money,

then l will snatch your camera.

We are from a poor country like yours.

We don't even get so much salary.

l swear!

This guy hasn't even got his salary

forthe last two months.

lsn't it?

So Suhel, won't you offeryour prayers?

Oh! Of course..you are an lndian Muslim..

..what would you know about lslam..?

You're right, what would we know

about lslam?

You are the guardians of ourfaith..

You keep an AK56 on your side

and then pray.

His name isn't lmran.

He is from the Pakistani army.

l can give him more money if he wants.

Salaam! Where is the American journalist?

She's coming with the lndian journalists.

Commander! The American journalist is not here.

He says that she is coming with

the lndian journalists.

They're not here? He came alone?

-Yes!

Hold him back till the journalists reach here.

Ask him to park his car.

Park your carthere and get down.

lf his name is not lmran,

why did he fight so much?

Whose photograph was that?

There she begins her interview again!

Not only will she get herself killed,

but us too!

Whose photograph was that?

This was my daughter..

Was?

Zoya.

Haven't seen her in six years.

Why?

How could l? l have been fighting

this warfor 6 years

What's he saying? -We'll tell you later.

ls she in Pakistan?

No. She stays here in Afghanistan.

l got her married in a village,

this side of the border.

Our village is very close to the border

on the other side.

So why didn't you ever meet her?

l tried once,

But she refused to meet.

Because l was in the Taliban, and

she didn't approve of this.

She did not like their way of thinking..

..their behaviortowards women..

..using force in the name of religion..

Were you Ok with all that?

No!

My views were different.

Then why were you with them?

- l was not with them.

l was only doing my duty.

You've got to obey orders in the Army.

lt's my right to do my duty.

What kind of duty, lmran sir?

Performing that you have to be ashamed

of your own children?

Go to sleep.

We're very nearthe border. We'll leave

early tomorrow.

l was sure he's gonna shoot me.

Yeah, you crossed the line today.

You almost seem to enjoy these wars.

Me? Well.. after every trip to

these hell holes..

..i promise myself neverto return. But..

But you break your promise!

And you know why? To sell

some more gore.

Some more inhuman horror

stories to the world..

..that chose to do nothing when this

place was burning.

And you know why l am doing it?

l hope publisher's will line up for my book..

when l write all this.

But what else do you think reporters can do?

Nothing, l guess. Otherthan knowing

in their hearts..

That whateverthey do.. is not enough.

What have you done?

Where are the reporters?

They haven't come as yet. lt's really late.

There's a small problem.

When the lndian reporters saved..

..us from the Hazara,

there was a Talib with them.

Talib?

Why didn't you tell that to me before?

There were a lot of people.

l thought they'll tie the Talib up.

But l think they're in trouble.

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