N.H 10 Page #3
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Meera. Meera.
Let's take care of them.
Take the flower. Take it.
Ask for the gun now.
Chhotey...
Can I have the gun?
Please, Chhotey.
Give me the gun.
It's mine.
Please.
Your car...
Give me the car keys.
We can't.
Please do it, baby.
Just give it.
Your turn now.
Give me the gun.
Gun, Chhotey.
Come on, please.
Give me the keys back now.
Don't move. Stop!
Take it easy...
The keys, Chhotey.
Let me handle it.
Chhotey, give them the keys.
Come on, give it to me.
I won't.
It's me, brother.
Won't you listen to me?
It's mine.
I'll get you another car.
That's what you say every time.
All talk, just talk.
I swear to you, my brother.
Give them the key.
It's mine!
Give me the key.
Chhotey, give them the key.
You stupid imbicile,
give me the key!
He shot him!
Arjun, run. Run, Arjun!
That idiot shot the kid!
Oh, Chhotey!
My brother!
Go.
Wake up, kid! Your brother's
going to die without you.
Omi!
He was just a child.
You can continue to mourn here,
and help them escape!
- Ashok.
- Yeah.
Come on. Quickly.
- We'll get them, Omi.
- Brother.
Omi.
Still holding on to that key.
Stubborn mule!
Did he die?
We need to find help.
I don't think he's dead.
Come on, baby.
We need to get to a police station.
Yes. Anant Sahai
will sort it all out.
MY Phone.
Oh no. My phone.
We need to break the glass.
Yeah yeah yeah.
I'll look for a stone.
Arjun!
They're here!
- Arjun!
- Catch them.
They have a gun...
Arjun!
Arjun!
Leave it, Arjun. Let's go!
They're getting away!
After them, quick!
Catch them.
Come on. We're nearly there.
Why you..
I'll shoot you.
Arjun run, Arjun run!
There's the road.
Stop a car.
Stop!
Watch that gun.
Stop someone!
That's what I'm doing.
Stop!
Stop!
Stop.
What are you afraid of?
Go ahead.
He'll shoot us, uncle.
He's got that gun.
Come on, Meera!
I am trying!
Get them.
Uncle, you first.
Arjun!
Go! Go!
Are you done with your stunts?
Can we go catch them now?
Shut up for God's sake!
I just lost my freaking brother.
Come on.
Come on.
This way.
Come on.
Come on.
Oh no! They're coming!
Run, faster! Come on.
Come.
Go.
Come on.
Don't let them escape.
Get the axe.
Run, you jerk. Run all you can.
I'm not letting you go today.
Ramotar! There goes the girl.
- Get the girl!
- Come on.
Get her.
Get the girl!
Come on.
This way!
Where did she go?
Couldn't have gone far.
She must be here somewhere.
This seems like such a bad idea now.
Let's go.
You ruined my freaking day, Ashok.
How's that?
Running around in the freaking jungle.
Haven't even had my dinner.
Let's check here.
Come on.
That way.
Come on.
What's that?
- Over there.
- Let's check.
- Further ahead.
- Come on.
There.
Arjun, find me. Find me, Arjun.
Got you, you prick.
Why you..
Satbir!
You..
0h no! Arjun!
Meera, shoot!
Shoot.
Fauji! Satbir!
Arjun.
I'm going to pull it out.
Oh no!
It's okay.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, baby!
didn't you?
Have a look now, old man!
And guess what?
This one wasn't even a retard!
Shut up, all of you!
Squabbling here like monkeys
while those two make merry!
They couldn't have gone too far.
I can't walk any more.
Just a little bit further.
There must be a village nearby.
A police station, maybe.
We just need to get there.
Arjun, get up. Come on.
Come on, baby. Get up.
See, we're right there.
That's it. We're right there.
Just a little more.
Arjun, baby.
I'm going to find help.
I'll be back soon, I promise.
Arjun, look at me.
Promise me you'll wait here.
Say "Promise."
Promise!
Money...
Do you have any money?
Baby, your watch.
Take this.
Listen to me.
Baby, listen to me.
If they come, you can scare
them off with this, right?
Arjun, wake up! No sleeping!
Arjun, look at me. Arjun.
Look at me.
Don't sleep.
Keep looking at me.
Listen...
Forget the party.
Let's go home and make mad love.
My lucky day, eh?
Nothing's going to happen to you.
I'll be back soon, I promise.
Nothing's going to happen to you.
You'll stay right here.
Say, "Promise."
Promise, baby, promise.
Nothing's going
to happen to you, baby.
Meera...
Happy birthday!
"Take me way."
"Take me way."
"Far away."
"Far away from here."
"Away from here."
"We'll be lost somewhere."
"We'll cry our heart out."
Stop!
to the police station?
Madam, what are you doing here
so late at night?
This area isn't very safe.
What's the matter?
Who's there?
Open the door!
Hang on!
Please hurry up!
I'm coming.
If it's your drunk husband beating you
again, I've told you I can't help with that.
Sir, I need help. My husband
is injured.
What happened?
They stabbed him. He's bleeding
very badly. Please come with me.
I'll call my boss.
It's ringing.
Yes, sir. There's a woman here, sir.
City type.
There's been some kind of incident,
it seems.
Okay.
Where have you come from?
Delhi.
Delhi.
No, Sir. She's from Delhi
but the incident happened here...
at the highway
I see.
Was it this side of the highway,
or the other side?
Sir, please try and understand.
My husband and I were coming from Delhi.
Some people attacked us on the highway.
My husband got stabbed...
I don't know. It's probably
a case of honour killing.
They picked up a couple at a restaurant,
killed them in front of us.
Why did you cut the call?
Go to the Basantpura police station.
But why?
This case concerns them, not us.
Sir, please try and understand.
My husband is very badly hurt.
Please leave, madam. Go on...
Here, take this watch.
It's very expensive.
At least two hundred thousand.
Madam, get out.
How can you do this?
It's your duty to help us.
To hell with the duty.
Just get out!
Go!
- Go!
- You..
Get the hell out!
Was it you on the phone, madam?
Yes.
Yes, madam is with me.
We're driving down the back road now.
Stop arguing, Dhulichand.
Just get to the railway tracks.
The forest side.
Yes.
Okay.
He means well, this Dhulichand.
Please don't lodge a complaint.
He's a policeman.
He should have helped.
Policemen aren't beyond all this.
They're part of the same society.
He would be ostracized
if they found out.
He has three sons.
Who would give them brides?
There are hardly any girls
here in the first place.
Never mind.
Tell me, what's your caste?
Caste...
Err... Singh... Puri after marriage.
Inter-caste marriage...
Singh and Puri are surnames, madam.
I meant caste. Like...
Brahmin... Bania... Jat... Gujjar...
I don't know.
In that case, I doubt you'd know
your 'gotra' (sub-caste).
That's the difference, madam.
Ask a 12-year old boy in the village.
He'll not only tell you his gotra,
but also his neighbours.
You must have read Manu?
He was a very learned man.
Just like Ambedkar,
who framed India's Constitution.
Ambedkar's law says that
all cars must drive on the left.
So that's what they all do.
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