(SINGING IN URDU)
(HOOVES CLIP-CLOPPING)
(BUSY TRAFFIC SOUNDS)
(HORN HONKING)
Are we almost there?
If we can ever get through this crazy traffic!
HANNAH: I just can't get used to
the way that people drive in this country.
SAMIRA: Pull in over here.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
This had better be good, Samira.
I assure you it will be picturesque.
(BOTH WOMEN LAUGHING)
HANNAH: Why are they staring?
SAMIRA: It's the national male pastime.
(IN URDU) Where's the Gulab Shah shrine?
Two streets up.
Look, a white Memsahab on pilgrimage.
- Buy a shawl and get your wish. - No, thank you.
Welcome to the Gulab Shah shrine.
- Are they men? - Hijras. Eunuchs.
(IN URDU) She's come for a baby.
Come in, come in. Please take off your shoes.
Hey, Kamal...
your people have come.
- Salaam. - Alaikum as salaam.
English? German?
- American. - Ah.
I need to take some photographs.
- Will you be all right? - Yeah, sure.
(IN URDU) Look after her.
You visiting shrine just like that,
or maybe you want something?
Well, I came with my friend. She's doing an article.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
KAMAL: Baby is being born.
It's a lucky day.
Mother and father have come a long way.
(SINGING AND CHANTING)
(SINGING IN URDU)
You, Christian?
No, I'm Jewish.
Yahoodi.
(IN URDU) The baby's cry has rent your heart.
Hmm?
You got problems with pregnancy?
Everything all right.
Gulab Shah blessing.
You will carry.
Carry?
(IN URDU) Gulab Shah was blessed by Allah.
SAMIRA: Hannah?
I got what I wanted.
(IN URDU) Yes, yes. Take a photo. All of us.
You're in this one, I'm afraid.
Hold on, he was saying something.
If you wish for a baby,
you will have one.
Just like that?
Well, I wish.
You come here.
With husband.
Three days.
Should I have left them any money?
You mean, like a deposit?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
No, you know. More like a tip.
Do you think there's truth in any of it?
Well, it's quite famous for babies, but I don't know what the hit rate is.
HANNAH: Come in for some lunch.
We've got a long way to go. Thanks.
Ally!
What did you buy?
Didn't go shopping.
Went to a shrine.
Sam's got an assignment for National Geographic.
- Oh, interesting. - Hmm.
It was a miracle shrine.
With all these bloody miracles,
it's a miracle this 'king country survives.
HANNAH: Ally!
Anyway, it was weird. This guy...
I guess he was the head of it. Oh, it's a eunuch shrine.
Eunuch shrine?
Yeah. He looked into my eyes, and he said:
"If you want to have a baby, you can."
Samira says this place has a reputation, you know?
People go there as a last resort.
Oh, did she?
Would you ever do anything like that?
What does one do?
Say some prayers. Get blessed.
Think of it as kind of an alternative medicine.
Doesn't cost us anything.
Except our self-respect.
(SIGHING)
For God's sake, Hannah. I want a baby as much as you do.
But once you start giving in to superstition...
(SIGHING)
you become vulnerable.
(FALCON CAWING)
Hello.
Who the hell let you in here?
This, er... this is illegal.
They've got a permit
I'm Saeed Ahmed, Foreign Office.
Are you the Preservation Officer?
Who signed the permit?
It's your bloody rupee sweeteners, isn't it?
Yeah, well, I'm telling you. I'm going straight to the Minister about this.
Look, it's only one day's hunting for our guest.
The Minister knows.
Arab goodwill depends on this.
You mean Arab money.
They wiped them out in their own country.
Now you're going to let them do it here?
We lost three thousand birds last year.
In a few more years, the houbara bustard will be extinct.
We do have a permit.
Oh, Jesus! I'll get you an audience!
ALISTAIR: Can you get me Samira, please?
Thanks. Oh, quickly.
- Hi, hi. - Good morning, sir.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello, Sam?
Listen, the bustard story I was telling you about.
Can you get down there fast?
There's a whole bunch of Arabs just waiting to be photographed.
I hope you like it.
There you are, you savage.
We'll civilise you yet.
These are stories that have been around for a thousand years,
and it takes an American woman to come down in angelic form
and collect them.
Now for the real celebration.
Not the widow, I'm afraid,
- but the best we can do round here. - Not here, yar.
These uneducated fellows, they don't understand.
Maybe we should save that for home.
I don't want to get flogged in the marketplace.
Oh, it's just grapefruit juice.
Mum's the word, eh, Raju?
Yes sir. Mumm.
(EVERYONE LAUGHING)
- (CORK POPPING) - There you are! Baptised!
- Hi, I've come to see Samira. - Please.
I haven't finished yet.
Come on up.
ALISTAIR: So, this is where you live?
SAMIRA: Home sweet home.
(IN URDU) Bibiji, Sahab wants to see you.
You'd better come and meet Grandad.
- GRANDAD: Samira! - Coming!
He watches my every move. He's quite paranoid, completely crazy.
Bullet holes. That's when they killed my parents.
SAMIRA: Dadaji!
Dadaji, this is Alistair. He works for the World Wildlife Organisation.
Remember I told you about him?
Very pleased.
So very pleased to make acquaintance.
World Wildlife, hmm...
All creatures great and small.
All things bright and beautiful.
Lord God made them all.
American look after everybody.
They run short of people.
Now they look after animals, fishes...
Alistair's not American, Dadaji, he's, er...
No, I'm English.
Oh.
I beg pardon.
I hate the English even more.
I thought he was your friend from Yale?
No, that's David.
Alistair is married to David's sister.
I... I treated her like a boy, you know.
Poor girl.
I sent her to American university,
to become most highly educated woman in Pakistan.
Even... even better than Benazir Bhutto!
SAMIRA: Yes, yes.
I'll call him and his wife for dinner,
and you can lecture them on how clever I am.
Now we've got to go. We've got work to do, okay?
Nice to have, er... Bye.
ALISTAIR: Who shot your parents?
A bit too dark.
Sam?
Sam, who shot your parents?
Family feuds. They kill everybody here.
- What for? - Who knows? Same old things.
Land, money, power, revenge.
Aren't you scared they'll get you?
Maybe they will.
Grandad has his troops following me.
I can't live like that.
I've told Hannah the whole story.
Family tree, shot-off branches and all.
What did you take her to that, um...
- Hidra? Hijra? - Mmm.
Shrine for?
- Don't you want a baby? - Of course I do.
With Hannah?
Who else?
Well, I dunno, we've tried every damn thing.
Maybe this will work.
What, the eunuch miracles? Leave me out.
Who are these Hijras, anyway?
(CAR HORN HONKING)
SAMIRA: Come on, this is going to be fun!
ALISTAIR: Oh yeah?
Where the hell have you brought me?
(IN URDU) Wait and see. More surprises ahead.
Don't you bloody Urdu me.
Al - Alaikum salaam.
(IN URDU) He's so smooth!
An angel descended from heaven.
The Englishman wants to meet you.
Yes, yes, why not.
We have made a lot of young Englishmen happy.
They've pleased a lot of young English gentlemen.
Uh huh. What about old ones?
(IN URDU) And old Englishmen?
All lovers stay young forever. Even Englishmen.
All lovers are eternally young. Even Englishmen.
So, er... what is it you want to ask?
Oh, um... how do people get recruited to their...
tribe?
(IN URDU) Uh, the Sahab says...
he wants to see everything.
Yes, we'll show him everything.
And he wants photographs.
Sam, I said nothing about photographs.
(IN URDU) Sure, you can take pictures,
but don't degrade us.
We may be eunuchs,
but we have our dignity.
Yes, absolutely.
But, tell me...
were you born this way?
Or were you tampered with?
When my brother noticed my thing wasn't growing,
he said to my elder sister:
"Take her away!"
(LAUGHING)
- Can you give them some money? - ALISTAIR: Yeah, sure.
(IN URDU) Here you are.
Now show the Sahab your treasures.
- Up a bit. - (SHUTTER CLICKING)
ALISTAIR: What are you doing?
- I said, Sam... - SAMlRA: Oh, come on.
We don't want photographs.
SAMIRA: They don't mind!
(IN URDU) Sahab, when are you coming back?
ALISTAIR: Hannah?
Where have you been?
Sorry, I thought you were asleep.
It's after midnight.
I was just with some friends.
Friends? I thought you were gonna go pick up the prints from Samira?
Yeah. Yeah, I got the prints.
Then, she... she took me to meet these, er...
- these people. - What people? Why didn't you call?
Well, you know the public phones never work in town.
Public phones? At a friend's house?
No, no, they... they weren't friends.
It's not that interesting, really.
You never told me that Samira's parents were killed in gang warfare.
Really? I thought they died in an accident.
I suppose gang warfare makes her more interesting, huh?
(HORN HONKING REPEATEDLY)
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
- SAMlRA: It's beautiful, isn't it? - GODFREY: What did I tell you?
(SAMIRA SPEAKING URDU) Please leave us alone for an hour.
Of course.
I don't think they have any idea how old it is.
Probably commissioned by the Monarch at Delhi.
How much is it worth?
All depends. Any of the Sheikhs would pay millions.
We'll send those photographs to Edward at the British Museum.
He'll confirm my hunch.
(IN URDU) What's this?
Photographs are forbidden. This is our Holy Book.
That's not written anywhere in the Koran.
Photographs are another way...
of spreading the word.
What you're saying is true...
- ALISTAIR: Hey, look, there's one. - HANNAH: (GASPING)
Is she gonna go lay her eggs?
Yeah, let her settle down.
Hey! Tch!
(DOG YELPING)
ALISTAIR: Bloody dogs.
You know, they can munch up every single nest in a night.
She can lay up to a hundred eggs in one sitting.
Now if I could do that, we'd have a fighting chance.
Look, she's crying.
No, the tears keep the sand out of her eyes.
We just need another couple of years,
and Karachi will be the turtle capital of the world.
HANNAH: It's incredible.
It's a tough beginning for this poor little bastard.
He'll never know his mother.
Here, take him.
He's got to scurry down here, past the dogs, the seagulls and kites,
and in the sea there's sharks.
That's something of a miracle, isn't it?
I thought you didn't believe in miracles?
(QAWWALI MUSIC PLAYING)
(SINGING IN URDU)
(QAWWALI SINGING CONTINUES)
Our saint was named after the sweetest flower: the rose.
And what made him a saint?
Gulab Shah was the eunuch of the King's harem.
When the King's first-born baby died,
Gulab Shah was sentenced to death
for casting an evil eye.
When they pulled him out to stone him to death,
he brought the baby back alive.
What a miracle!
And everyone lived happily ever after?
No. The Prince grew up,
Gulab Shah was forgotten.
Died like a beggar.
(QAWWALI SINGING CONTINUES)
Do you like it?
Well, yes. Yes, it's, er... very romantic.
It's our best room.
Now, we're expected to stay here, what, three nights?
Ally, I thought I was supposed to be the princess.
Shehzada, the boss,
she thinks you are very special,
and wants you to be part of us.
- Good night. - Good night.
Mmm!
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Think they got room service?
It doesn't exactly inspire confidence.
What does, Ally?
More surgery?
Fertility drugs?
Oh, well, let's get the spray-gun.
(CAT YOWLING)
ALISTAIR: Sounds like babies being strangled.
(YOWLING CONTINUES)
Cats making love.
(HANNAH LAUGHING)
Stupid expression for cats.
Why?
Because animals don't make love.
The spirit grabs them.
Is that why they get extinct?
Does it stop grabbing them?
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess so.
But then, that's mostly the effect of the environment.
(YOWLING CONTINUES)
You mean like if the room is foreign,
and the bed's uncomfortable,
and it feels kinda hostile outside?
No.
No, I'm just tired.
(IN URDU) My wild panther.
Man - eater.
The smell of white flesh has crept up your nostrils, eh?
Oh dear, dear, dear.
Every muscle so tense.
Are we not happy with our old lover?
Dreaming other dreams, are we?
You want to escape?
The smell of white flesh tempts you away.
Dog! You want a longer leash?
- You want to be free? - (CRYING OUT)
(KNOCKING)
Yeah?
Come, they are waiting for you.
- ALISTAIR: Who is it? - It's Kamal.
What's happening?
You wait here.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(DRONE-LIKE CHANTING)
How could you let those men touch you?
They aren't men.
Oh, what, they're animals?
Would you have to look like one of them?
You agreed you'd do anything for me.
Well, isn't this a little extreme?
Well, suppose they were wheeling me away in some New York hospital?
All right, they'd be dressed differently.
Green hats, surgical masks, rubber gloves,
and a thousand stainless steel instruments.
For what, you don't ask.
Okay. Now what?
Shehzada said,
you should embrace the faith, too.
Me?
You only have to say a few words.
It's all one God, Ally.
Please?
All right.
But I'm not giving up Christmas.
(GIGGLING)
That's a fine figure of a man.
A bit too conventionally good-looking for me.
Imran? Overrated. I don't like him.
Oh, getting choosy, are we?
I find him very interesting.
Oh, look at that posterior!
Never since Orpheus turned his back
has anything so magnificent been seen.
Are we invited to Hannah's for dinner?
They've gone to the Gulab Shah shrine.
Hannah at the shrine?
Is our Hannah that desperate?
Why did you never have kids? You were married.
Oh, it's a long story.
I was handed over in the hope that
our marriage would patch up a hundred-year-old feud.
And it didn't?
I guess it made it worse.
(IN URDU) Come on, my son. Begin
Make them repeat the creed.
"There is but one God..."
Now you repeat after me.
There is no God but Allah.
(SPEAKING URDU)
And Mohammed is His Prophet.
You, too.
There is no God but Allah.
And Mohammed is His Prophet.
(SPEAKING URDU)
Now what happens?
Mmm?
We wait for the honeyed middle of the night,
and a dove descending breaks the air,
and impregnates you.
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
Oh, erm...
Keats.
I think.
Don't patronise me, Ally.
You don't really wanna have a baby, do you?
Do I have to completely humiliate myself to prove that to you?
Sorry, I forgot your precious vulnerability,.
You wanna go? All right.
Hey, let's just go.
Go to the beach and watch the turtles hatch.
Gotta keep the fish and fowl alive.
I'm here, aren't I?
Just like my father.
You're here, but you're not really trying.
Shall I tell you the truth, Hannah?
I don't know how much of it is Daddy's heavy hand,
wanting a little Schwartz.
I mean, God knows brother David won't do it.
Oh no, he won't marry the floozies he runs around with.
He's waiting for the big kill.
The great big Jewish wedding of the century.
But for Mom and Dad, it's babies now,
and at any cost.
Christ, if they could only see you here.
Frolicking naked with a bunch of eunuchs!
(GOAT BLEATING)
Do you know where is Kamal?
Studying?
I like intellectual things too much.
What kind of intellectual things, hmm?
Jean-Paul Sartre?
People leave me these, you see.
Lots of foreigners come here.
Women?
Women, they come for blessing.
And men, they sometimes come for other things.
HANNAH: Have you always worked here?
KAMAL: Work? This is not work. It's my life.
You've been here all your life?
Now, cover your head.
I made this for you.
Now Gulab Shah will bless you with baby.
My mother did same, eighteen years ago.
Other babies had died, and she'd become barren.
She came to Gulab Shah.
He's listening.
He made demands.
First baby she got after that,
she would have to give to him.
To the keepers of the shrine.
To Shehzada.
Do you see your mother?
She never came back.
What shall we have today?
What do you fancy?
A bit of Middle Persian?
No.
Let's see...
Classical Greek?
Or Juvenal.
You'd love Juvenal, dear boy.
Step down.
Get me the Victorian edition of the Juvenal Satires.
I'll get this, dear boy.
You keep the bed warm.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Oh!
Inspector, Sahab.
Do come in.
Sorry to bother you, Mr Jennings.
I'm sure it has nothing to do with you,
but you took some photographs of an antique Koran.
Why?
Well, I'm a student of old books.
And, as is well known in Karachi,
something of a collector.
It's a very old and precious manuscript.
Mr Jennings, the Koran is missing.
Missing?
My God!
Do you want to examine my collection?
Captain's table, no less!
(SPEAKING URDU)
How are you coming in Pakistan?
Um... by plane.
Gadde Nasheen is asking you if you travelled to Pakistan for a purpose.
- Like some problems, or something... - No, no.
I work for the World Wildlife Organisation.
- Wildlife? - Um... animals.
Preserving animals.
Like bustards. The Arabs are killing them.
Arabs are killing bastards?
(CHUCKLING) Er... you're getting there.
Ally, explain that we, that is Alistair, er...
keeps the birds and animals from being wiped out.
Endangered species?
He keeps them alive.
(IN URDU) He works in a very big office where they keep dying animals alive.
Why don't you keep dying people alive?
Good point.
Very good point.
(SPEAKING URDU)
What your family...?
Ah, well, my father works for the American Government, I suppose.
He's a... he's a Senator,
and, er... my Mom volunteers for things.
(IN URDU) Her father's in the American government.
(IN URDU)
And now my family?
Well, Mum's a housewife.
Good?
And my father's a consultant anaesthetist.
Kind of doctor.
(IN URDU) His father's a famous doctor.
Lots of money.
(SPEAKING URDU)
Drink it. It's good for you.
What is it?
Kind of medicine. Herbs.
Very good.
(SPEAKING URDU)
No, no, I think I'll pass.
Come on, Ally, be a sport.
(IN URDU) Drink it, drink it!
You'll be at it all night!
(LAUGHTER)
(TRADITIONAL DANCE MUSIC)
- (HANNAH MOANING) - (ALISTAIR GROANING)
ALISTAIR: What have they done to my fucking head?
HANNAH: Ally... Ally!
HIJRA #1: (IN URDU) Ready, are we?
HIJRA #2: Gird your loins.
Get lost, I don't need preparing.
HIJRA #1: You're our sacrificial goat.
We must groom you for the ritual.
Take a deep breath.
You're going to ride the mare.
Not a nightmare, a white mare.
Come on, champion, time to mount.
Ally?
Oh, Jesus...
- Did I...? - Mmm. Tweet tweet.
What's that for?
For love.
And those?
Hey.
They keep the sand out of my eyes.
Baby will be coming.
The child will be our child.
We will all share it.
What... what... what does he mean by that?
(IN URDU) When he's born, America will rejoice.
If it's a boy, I will circumcise him.
If it's a boy, we will circumcise him.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
SHEHZADA: (IN URDU) I will recite the call to prayer in his ear.
If it's a girl, Gulab Shah will grant her health and beauty.
If it's one of us, then it's in God's hands.
(SINGING AND CLAPPING)
All right.
Oh, right.
It'll compensate for my behaviour.
I hope you've got some money. You've just cleaned us right out.
- That's very good, very generous. - Bye bye!
- Bye bye. - Bye bye.
ALISTAIR: Wiped them out. Hunted them down, every single one.
Can you imagine?
We had to reintroduce them.
Bring back a pair donated to a zoo in Texas.
Ssh! You frightened them away.
"The wild deer, wandering here and there,
- "keeps the human soul from care." - Shut up!
"He who shall hurt the little wren shall never be beloved by men."
- Aah! Look what you've done! - Haven't you taken enough photographs?
(SPEAKING URDU)
- There you go with your Urdu again. - Isn't it time you learned some?
No. It would take the mystery away.
Aaah!
Bitch! Watch out, there's a snake!
- ALISTAIR: Get out! - (SAMIRA GASPING)
- Did it bite you? - Yes.
What?!
There's a knife in the Jeep. Get it.
- What for? - To get the poison out.
- Before it gets to my heart. - Allah!
- How long does it take? - I think we've got two minutes.
What?!
I... I can't reach it.
- What are you doing? - Trying to suck the poison out!
- Can I help? - Please...
- What should I do? - Suck...
Suck the fucking poison out!
It's all right. You don't have to.
It was a joke.
Ha ha.
- You should see your face. - I can't believe... Aaah!
You bastard!
Hello, Mr Godfrey. How are you?
Chugging along, thanks.
- I hope this is instructive. - Thank you.
What if you ran into an honest official, huh?
One who's not willing to take bribes?
Bribes? Who's talking about bribes?
In the Subcontinent, it's a language.
Rupees speak louder than words.
Isn't this one banned?
My dear child, I'm the Scarlet Pimpernel of Pakistani literature.
"They seek him here, they seek him there."
I tell you, if these didn't sell..
Among the Pakistani intelligentsia, there has been a rabid thirst
for the forbidden idea.
(CLOCK CHIMING)
(SNORING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(SPEAKING URDU)
Salaam Alaikum, Dadaji.
You may be a divorced woman, baby,
but in Pakistan, divorce is not...
is not taking your chains off.
It is...
it is putting the handcuffs on.
Hmm...
You are seen moving in town with Mr...
Mr Alistair?
A foreigner!
They tell me...
they tell me Karachi is dangerous.
Hmm. No Pakistani is going to marry a divorced woman,
except for your money.
Hmm...
And that means I have to...
I have to die first, huh?
(DADAJI CHUCKLING)
Bete, you are the only thing I have got.
A pearl more precious than...
than all my...
my tribe.
I'm working with him, Dadaji. I need the money.
Hmm.
Here.
I'll need that just for petrol.
(IN URDU) Fill Bibi's car with petrol.
Up to here.
(KNOCKING)
- What are you doing? - (HANNAH LAUGHING)
(ALISTAIR SIGHING)
That Jeep...
is a bitch to drive.
Oh, what have you been eating?
- Come on. - Oh, I'm far too tired.
Did I feel different?
You felt wonderful.
I think it's happened.
I'm twelve days late.
Well, did you have it checked?
Not yet, but I know it's there.
Why didn't you telephone?
They could have got a message to me.
I didn't want you to rush back and hold up your report. I...
Oh, but darling...
Oh, Jesus.
The whole world should stop revolving for you.
Baby...
I went to bed every night just hoping that it wouldn't start.
I can feel something.
Anyway, I did call.
They said Samira had gone up for a few days.
Sam? Yeah, she came to take some photographs for the report.
She didn't stay.
She went from Karachi for three days.
Hey, don't spoil it.
Samira?
Nothing! Zero! Zilch!
I don't know what she does with her time.
She came in the morning, she left in the evening.
(TRADITIONAL MUSIC)
Ally...
The baby,
suppose it turns out to be like them?
Ally, wake up.
What?
What if the baby turns out to be like them?
Oh, no, that's nonsense.
It's our baby, it'll be like us.
Our genes, our chromosomes.
Come on, Han.
Can you fix that with surgery?
There's no need for this kind of paranoia.
(FLIES BUZZING)
(SPEAKING URDU)
The more the flies, the better it's supposed to be.
- Memsab, you like taste? - Oh, thank you.
Mmm. Tastes a little bit like sweet soap.
(SPEAKING URDU)
Want a job?
A job? Right here?
Grandad. He gets the cook to taste everything before he eats it.
The Mughal Emperors used to do it.
(SPEAKING URDU)
- How old is he? - Eighty-two.
But he might as well be thirty. He'll last for ever!
(SPEAKING URDU)
HANNAH: You resent him?
Not him. Just myself and my weakness.
You know, if I was a Western woman, I would have walked out on him.
Actually, he's all I've got, and I love him dearly.
At the same time, I want him to die.
- Not really. - He keeps it all alive.
The violence, the threats, guns, bodyguards.
And he's doing it for nothing. I don't even want the wretched land!
My cousins can have it.
What I should do is write a novel about it,
and sell it to Hollywood.
It'll make The Godfather seem like Walt Disney.
Hold on a second.
- How much? - Twelve hundred rupees.
Is it worth twelve hundred rupees?
There's something I haven't told you.
(ENGAGED TONE)
- Sir, this parcel came for you. - Thanks, Bina.
Oh, Christ! Bloody phones!
Oh, Jesus!
(LAUGHING)
Fucking bitch!
HANNAH: Shafiq, stop!
Kamal! Hey...!
- How are you? - I'm fine. How are you?
I'm great. What are you up to?
Oh, just trying to see movies, but doesn't matter.
There's a long queue, anyway.
- Movies? What kind of movies? - Oh, lots of "dishoom, dishoom"!
- Ever seen a Pakistani movie? - Never.
- You must be so busy. - I've got a couple of hours.
- You go home. - This is not good cinema, Memsahab.
Looks like a perfectly good cinema to me.
Not good for foreign peoples.
Kamal will look after me.
You go home.
- Come, I'll get the tickets. - No, no, I insist. Get the best.
(SPEAKING URDU)
This is re-run of Godfather. You know Godfather?
- Made Pakistani style. - Sounds very exciting.
Much better than Brando.
(SOUNDTRACK IN URDU)
(SCREAMING)
? Happy birthday to you
? Happy birthday, dear Dadaji
? Happy birthday to you?
(IN URDU) You taste it first.
Dadaji, you don't even trust me.
(IN URDU) Bibiji, the English Sahab is here.
SAMIRA: Alistair? What are you doing here?
Oh, I've come to Grandad's party.
Oh, don't worry, I've had the bite taken out.
Come and give your snake-juice to Grandad.
Dadaji, Alistair's brought you a birthday present.
Hmm.
For you.
Hmm.
Mr Birch, for the last, er... fifty years,
I've tried to keep my birthday a... a secret.
(CHUCKLING)
But nothing can be kept a secret in Karachi.
(TRAFFIC SOUNDS)
(MULTIPLE HORNS HONKING)
DADAJI: This country was born under false pretences.
Religion never makes nations, it only makes trouble.
Dadaji, it's your birthday.
I don't think we should start with that again.
Once he starts with religion, we end up with the whole family history.
And a very bitter history, Mr Birch.
ALISTAIR: No doubt. Very interesting.
Well, yes, interesting.
I'm sure your Mr Shakespeare would find it interesting.
Brother against brother,
cousin murdering cousin,
for pieces of land that have turned to desert.
For the right to levy taxes on... on ghosts.
People who have long gone.
Tenants who no longer exist.
Anyway, Mr Birch,
this is neither the time nor the place for such talk.
I suppose I should take myself off, huh?
(RINGING BELL)
And thank you again for the Scotch.
My pleasure.
- Good night. - Good night.
ALISTAIR: 'Night.
This is where I used to hide as a little girl. Come.
What do you think?
This is me as a baby.
My first camera.
Dadaji gave it to me.
I love it.
(SCREAMING)
KAMAL: You want to go on the Golden Flight?
Oh, no! Wild horses wouldn't drag me on that thing!
Wild horses? Oh, you're scared of going on that.
- No, really, I can't. - Okay.
- Come, I'll buy you a drink. - All right.
(SPEAKING URDU)
I don't know if I should be here at all.
It's just good enjoyment.
Why do you live with Shehzada?
It's my home.
Yeah, I know, but why do they want you there?
To help them.
How do you help them?
The shrine has so many secrets.
Do you like your Vimto?
Any good?
You can take it if you like.
I found it very difficult to read.
I don't think the mullahs are going to like it.
Mmm...
Sam, I've got to get back. Hmm?
Got to get back.
Just like that, huh?
Back to your pregnant wife.
Come on, Sam.
Alistair?
Hmm? Hey!
You bitch, you!
(DOOR CLOSING)
- Hi. - Very long scan.
Didn't the driver tell you? I went to the movies.
What movies? What, at the club?
No, Urdu movies. Wild stuff!
You went to a Pakistani movie on your own?
No, I ran into Kamal.
Who?
Kamal!
What, the eunuch boy?
Don't you want to hear about the scan?
Oh, sure.
- Well, did it go all right? - Mmm.
- Did you ask...? - Mm-hmm.
Well, go on.
I thought you wanted to be surprised... when he's born.
It's a boy!
Very good, Alistair. You figured it out.
Where have you been?
Oh, just... dealing with some, you know, wildlife.
(PHONE RINGING)
I'll get it.
Hello?
Oh, hi, Daddy.
No, we're still up.
Look, I don't want her to come.
Hi, Mom. How are you?
Listen, they have got every kind of equipment here.
I asked the Ambassador to tell Dad.
Of course they're looking after me.
I'm not seventeen any more, all right?
No fads, straightforward high-tech.
Yes, it's clean.
Please, Mom!
Okay, 'bye.
Why didn't you tell them it was a boy?
Because I don't wanna tell them anything.
They wouldn't understand.
Understand what?
This pregnancy.
Me.
This baby.
They just wanna claim everything,
swaddle it in stars and stripes.
- For you, sir. - Oh, thanks, Bina.
- Any chance of some tea? - Sure.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
MAN: Hannah, are you all right? Is everything okay there?
Hi, Daddy. Yeah, everything is fine. Why?
Why? What do you mean, why? Goddammit, they killed Arnie!
- They killed who? - Arnie! Listen...
- Arnie Raphel? The Ambassador? - Yes!
Wait... who, who killed him? Where?
In Pakistan, for God's sake! Right where you are!
Haven't you heard? I guess they were after the President,
but they got Arnie too.
The tragic death of the President General Mohammed Zia - ul - Haq.
The President, accompanied by his top - ranking generals,
- and the American Ambassador...
SHAFIQ: Boy is come to see you, Memsahab. I ask him wait outside.
TV NEWS: The plane exploded in mid - air and there are no survivors.
An inquiry into the incident has been launched...
Kamal! Come in. How are you?
Fine. I can see the good news. It is good news, huh?
Come in, sit down.
Unbelievable about the President, huh?
- I heard it on the radio. - (SPEAKING URDU)
Come, sit down.
President gets killed just like John F Kennedy.
Even twenty years later, no-one can discover who is killing whom.
These Presidents, they come and go. Nothing changes.
Sit down.
So now you've got your baby, you don't come to see us.
I will. I'm very grateful.
Doctor says it's a boy.
A boy? Your husband must be very happy.
The movie was great. You know, if it wasn't for you,
I never would have seen that side of Karachi.
I've helped a lot of white people, but they never help me back.
They left me some lousy books and addresses.
But what good are addresses without the money for the air ticket?
Where would you go?
Hannah, what does your husband call you? Han?
- Mmm. - Could I call you Han?
Sure, if you like.
You see, Han, this is just Pakistan.
It has a lot of rich culture, a lot of religion,
and miracles,
but it's still just Pakistan.
So why don't you go?
Have you read a great book by Leon Uris?
I don't think I've ever read anything by Leon Uris.
In that, he says there are some people chosen by God.
That is true.
Only one mistake he makes.
He thinks that they are all Jews.
But really they are all Muslims.
Only God will lead us into the promised land.
Where is this promised land?
What do you mean? America!
I love America.
I saw a great film.
Dirty Harry.
"Make my day" - dishoom!
- Have you seen Dirty Harry? - Mmm.
You see, in Pakistan, plenty people have guns.
But they do it for politics.
That's stupid.
In America, they're smart.
They do it for money.
Money? Is that what you're after?
Hello, sweetie.
Hi, Mr Alistair.
Another film night, is it?
Alistair! Kamal just dropped by.
Well, I've got to go and take a shower.
I don't think Mr Alistair likes me.
I'm sure he likes you.
But maybe you should go, hmm?
And remember, when the baby comes, Shehzada wants to see you.
I won't forget.
(SPEAKING URDU)
(CROWD CHANTING)
HANNAH: Ally!
Ally, I want to push.
- I wanna push! - Keep calm, keep calm.
Listen, I'm going to get the doctor. Just wait, keep calm.
Where the fuck is everyone?
Please... The baby, it's coming!
Is it all right?
He's beautiful.
Oh...
(BABY CRYING)
- Hi. - Hi. Everything okay?
Yeah, yeah, fine. You've, er...
- you really needn't have bothered. - Needn't have bothered?
I'm under threat of death.
Your mother-in-law is stirring up Washington with a big stick!
I've had calls from the Ambassador, the Senate Majority Leader...
I didn't even take the one from the White House.
(CHUCKLING)
There's a telephone over there.
They want you to call right away.
If you were to be granted one wish,
what would it be?
Gold. Money.
Oh, don't be so unimaginative!
I would wish for a rubber spine,
in order to attain a certain self-sufficiency.
You are a filthy old man.
(GIGGLING)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
What do you want?
You paid our servant a bribe,
to touch the Holy Koran.
Oh, I see. I'm sorry that the holy book is missing,
and hope that it is restored soon.
It is illegal to take photos of Koran Sharif.
Where are they?
Well, I sent them to London, to the museum.
There are Muslim scholars there who study ancient texts.
We are requesting you to please give us the photos.
Well, I'm sure that copies can be arranged,
if you'll let me know how to get in touch with you.
We'll come in three days.
Anything?
Michael would make Mom happy.
Dad's probably hoping for Moshe.
No. Moshe, no!
I still like Joseph the best.
Joseph, or Daniel.
Will you make up your mind? I want to call my son something.
Then you decide. I'd say Joseph.
You mean Yusuf.
I do want a name that cuts both ways. It's only symbolic.
Mmm, keep it very symbolic. We don't want your dad to find out.
Hello, Joseph.
(COMMOTION OUTSIDE)
What the hell is that?
(SINGING AND CLAPPING)
(RHYTHMIC DRUMMING)
- Shall I call the police? - No, don't do anything.
It's just a ceremony. They sing and dance at the birth of a baby.
Yeah, well, not in front of my house they don't!
Well, give them some money and then they'll go away.
Like everything else in Pakistan!
Stay here.
What's going on?
Nothing, Sahab. They are being nuisance.
- Well, what do they want? - They want to see baby.
ALISTAIR: Well, they're not going to see this baby!
Tell them if they don't clear off, I'll call the police.
Go on!
(SHAFIQ SPEAKING URDU)
Please, please, go home now!
Come on, please, that's enough.
Ally, you're making it worse!
Would you please go home, now!
Please, just go home now!
Just give them some money and they'll go away.
I'm not giving them any money! Then show them the baby.
What harm is it going to do? Alistair!
Shafiq, what are they saying?
Just curses, Memsahab. Cursing baby.
You dare curse my baby, you son of a bitch!
Now go on! Fuck off!
(HANNAH WAILING)
Go on! Piss off out of here!
Fuck off!
(SPEAKING URDU)
They cursed my baby. My God, they cursed my baby!
You stay away from him!
Han, stop it!
So fucking macho you had to prove you were tougher!
And now they've cursed my baby!
Shut up! Shut the fuck up!
Don't you dare!
Don't you come near me!
Calm down!
Ally, you're just standing there. You're not doing anything.
They cursed the baby, because you drove them away.
Oh, Ally, I'm scared.
There's nothing to be scared of!
Come on, Han, some eunuchs!
No! They gave me the baby, not just to take him back.
Look, he's got everything.
He's perfect in every way.
A perfect baby boy.
They won't hurt him.
No, they wouldn't.
They say anything.
The beggars curse you in the bazaars
for giving them one rupee when they want two,
but that's Pakistan.
I want him circumcised.
Yeah?
Yeah. Just for protection, Ally.
He's Jewish, he's mine.
And yours.
We'll have him circumcised.
Then that'll be in the faith.
Jewish and Muslim.
(CALL TO PRAYER)
RADIO: At least five people were killed when police opened fire
on an angry crowd which stormed the US Information Centre in Islamabad,
protesting against the alleged reprinting of Salman Rushdie's blasphemous novel,
The Satanic Verses. In a statement broadcast on Tehran Radio today,
the Ayatollah Khomeini has passed a decree
ordering the execution of the Indian - born author Salman Rushdie.
The announcement said, "I inform all intrepid Muslims
"of the world that the author of the book entitled The Satanic Verses,
"which is against Islam, the Prophet and the Holy Koran,
"as well as those publishers aware of its contents,
"have been sentenced to death.
"I call on all zealous Muslims to execute them quickly,
"so that no - one will dare insult the Islamic sanctions.
"Whoever is killed on this path will be regarded as a martyr."
Salman Rushdie has canceled his promotional tour to the United States,
and gone into hiding, under British police protection.
Sir, Memsahab drive away with boy!
(IN URDU) Memsahab's gone crazy.
- What boy? - Memsahab pushing Ayah out like this.
- (IN URDU) I tried to stop him. - The eunuch's boy took the baby.
- What happened? - He took off nappy, sir.
What?
(PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
Hannah's cleared off with the baby.
Yeah, the boy from the shrine, Kamal, he's been here.
- She's gone with him. - Maybe she's gone there.
Hang on.
She's... she's found that bloody picture you took!
Alistair, they castrate babies at the shrine.
They do what?
(SPEAKING URDU)
(TYRES SQUEALING)
(HIJRAS HUMMING)
(BABY CRYING)
(HORN HONKING)
(BABY CRYING)
(CHANTING IN URDU)
Hannah!
(GUNSHOT)
(BABY CRYING)
I can't believe she'd do this.
She finally fucked you, out of bed.
You bastard.
You know why I hate you? It's nothing to do with her.
It's that you wouldn't trust me with our son.
- My son, too! - You asshole!
Think you're a father? You've gotta earn that right.
A fuck doesn't make you a father!
You don't know anything about that child.
He's not just ours.
You sent the police to shoot that man. You're fucking crazy!
Listen, I thought they were going to mutilate him.
(PHONE RINGING)
- Oh, to hell with the bloody phone! - Fuck off!
Where did you get this number?
You can write what you like, but you're not going to get at my baby.
And you can go to hell!
(SLAMMING DOWN PHONE)
(ROARING)
Please handle this sensibly.
- Think of your dad, huh? - My father?
What, is he lying in the hospital with a bullet wound?
No! He's running round to the networks
telling them that his little girl hasn't turned into the Ayatollah.
Look, I'm sorry he got shot.
It's only a shoulder wound. He'll live.
Hannah, let's get out of here.
Let's take Joseph, and go to London.
We can fly out today. Just go.
Get some perspective on it all.
Fly away to London, huh?
You know what you've done, you and your poisonous little bitch?
You've killed the good fairy.
(BABY CRYING)
Turned the blessing into a curse.
- Salaam Alaikum. - Alaikum salaam.
Dadaji, my pictures!
I... I can't keep you in a... in a cage like a...
mynah, huh?
These... these foreigners, they come to Pakistan for...
for... for mischief,
but I'll do anything to hold on to you.
I... I don't want land...
I... I don't want to live in this house with guns.
Guns everywhere.
I... I haven't taken all this risk for... for the foreigners to, er...
to steal you away.
- ALISTAIR: Hello? - Alistair, it wasn't me.
You little bitch. (HANGS UP)
The bastards!
Why the hell did they do this?
Reason? Our people don't need a reason.
They think you took God's book and replaced it with Satan's.
If I were you, Godfrey,
I really would call the British Embassy and ask for some protection.
Thanks very much.
- Mr Schwartz? - Yeah.
Harvey Darnell, Consul.
Harvey, nice to meet you.
Sorry I didn't come to the plane, but we want to keep this thing quiet.
- Shall we go straight to the car? - Yeah.
(TRAFFIC SOUNDS)
(HORN HONKING)
So, how's the baby?
Oh, fine. Baby's doing fine.
Look, I know my sister. She's always been a little flaky,
but basically, underneath, she's sound.
It's just that she's...
always had this terrible history with men,
until she met Alistair.
We didn't tell the Pakistani press you were coming.
It's the biggest thing since the President's plane blew up.
Yeah, well, they've had an election since then.
Sure, but it's always open season on Americans here.
(HORN HONKING)
Good grief, it didn't take you long!
Hi. How's it going?
Sorry about all this.
Yeah. You know Harvey?
Yeah, I meant to call you, but what with...
It's, er... it's been pretty hectic.
Yeah, press is having a field day.
- They'll be on your trail soon. - Well, let 'em.
First of all, congratulations.
Mom and Dad sent me here with about a hundred gifts for the kid.
Where's Hannah? And can I see my nephew?
You're looking good. Is she okay?
Hannah?
Come and see who's here!
How have the folks taken it?
Dad denied the story. Said she went to the shrine as a tourist.
Hannah!
Han, look who's come to see you and Joseph.
Why don't you go and see her?
He may be half American, but we're not calling him Joe.
All right?
One minute, Harvey.
(BABY BURBLING)
If he is asleep, you can wake him
to see his favourite uncle.
Hey, sweetheart.
Wow!
- Hey, Joseph. - Yusuf.
Come on, Hannah, cut it out.
We have to talk,
and we're all really worried about you.
Say what you came all this way to say.
I came to find out.
I mean, c'mon, after all the papers, and the TV shows, and the pictures...
How about Samira, eh? That crazy bitch!
Look, we don't care about the political damage. Really.
Dad doesn't care.
You can believe what you like.
You're free to worship when and where.
That is not family constitution.
Just give it to me straight.
Did you convert to Islam?
Does it matter?
Well, it seems to. To the American press, anyway.
It doesn't matter to me, Han.
Hell, what do you think I am? Some kind of bigot?
I suppose it does matter to Dad and Mom because they're believers.
You didn't say whether you did or didn't.
I want to feed Yusuf.
Can the grandparents have the privilege of seeing their grandchild?
You mean catch the next plane, huh?
(KNOCKING)
(IN URDU) Who's there?
- What do you want? - To see Shehzada, our Prince.
What prince? We've got plenty of those here!
From the Gulab Shah shrine.
The old eunuch?
Just one visitor.
Nobody else!
(EUNUCHS PROTESTING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(SPEAKING IN URDU)
Shehzad.
(IN URDU) It'll be all right, don't worry.
The police have closed the shrine. What's going on?
Even in Pakistan there should be some justice.
What is there in this country for our kind
except for bullets, flogging and jail?
What is there in Pakistan? Army, Allah and America.
I spoke to the Police Inspector. They want to charge you with fraud.
That's all I needed.
They'll summon that woman.
Your woman.
Your barren, white woman.
Harvey says there is one synagogue in this whole town.
I know.
If I called Dad,
and told him that you and I went to Temple,
along with Joseph,
oh...
man, that would go a long way!
No-one'll be there.
I took a liberty.
I called the Rabbi, I told him about our situation.
He said he'd be very discreet.
He's bringing a cantor.
It's always your favourite part.
Remember?
Well, if we're going to Temple,
maybe you wanna call your friend Samira?
She might wanna make something of it.
Just get him ready. I'm all set.
Think she'll listen?
Well, the jury's out on that one.
One thing I do know, she'll follow that baby.
What are you suggesting? Kidnap?
Father's got a right to his baby.
That ain't 'napping nothing.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(IN URDU) Listen, where's Memsahab?
- Gone out. - Where? It's important.
She's gone with her brother to their mosque.
You know, where Jewish people go. She's gone there.
Thank you.
(CANTOR SINGING)
God has blessed you and our family.
Joseph is the first born of our family
and I give thanks.
David?
Yeah?
Why are you such a hypocrite?
- I wasn't conscious of it. - No?
Maybe when you get into American politics,
you lose the sense of what's PR and what's truth.
I tell you, you come halfway round the world,
and that's the thanks you get.
Christ!
No doubt you missed out on some great prosecution 'cause Mom told you
to come and fetch your little sister who's gone all Islamic and funny.
Yeah, as a matter of fact I did.
Let me ask you a question.
What? Am I a Muslim?
No, I realise that's a stupid question. This is just brother to sister.
It's the Santa Claus question.
Do you really believe that this baby is a miracle?
Or, at least, some kind of intervention?
Yes.
Allah's intervention, brought about by eunuchs,
when the best gynaecologists in the world couldn't, like, help.
David, I know nothing about miracles,
but here he is.
And I know that...
I don't know what I know.
(CANTOR CONTINUES SINGING)
You know what John said.
"In the beginning was the word."
People were born of words, David.
This baby, too.
And this word is the word of Allah, not Jehovah.
Maybe I can't explain.
This particular word has to do with this crazy country.
And with a... a story about impotent eunuchs,
and a man named Gulab Shah, the Rose King.
Look, Mom and Dad believe he belongs to the family.
It's our first. They're possessive about him.
Alistair has to come back to Pakistan anyway, to wind up a few projects.
I'm not leaving till the baby's circumcised.
I made a promise.
We don't have anything against you keeping your promises.
Alistair says your doctor will perform it tomorrow,
providing you don't mind an uncomfortable baby on the plane.
- Hi. - How did you...
- I was just waiting for you. - Who's this?
Someone we know. Kamal, this is my brother David.
I must talk to you.
- They will call you to court. - Oh, no they won't,
and she doesn't want to talk to you. Come on!
- To court? - The police.
- They're saying we attacked you. - We're in touch with the police.
The US Consulate will talk to them. Now will you excuse us, please?
David, I wanna talk to him.
Take the baby. It's all right.
Is Shehzada still...?
Oh, for many years they will keep him in jail.
Why?
Because America is strong, and Pakistan is weak.
That's ridiculous. They can't do that.
I'll go to court. I'll say whatever you like.
You will?
Yes, for Shehzada, for Gulab Shah.
Why did you come here?
To give thanks.
You think it was God?
What do you mean?
You don't remember anything?
I said more than just prayers over you.
Don't say it, Kamal.
Don't say it to me, don't say it to anybody.
It's my baby, no-one else's.
It's all wrong. It's nasty.
People go to your shrine for a sign, a blessing.
- I'm not the only one. - I don't wanna hear it!
- The Hijras keep six other men like me. - Look, I can't deal with this!
That's what I've been doing since I was fifteen years old.
Oh, God! I gotta go!
I don't ever want to see you again!
Hey, no, Hannah, please...
- No! - Hey!
Don't just walk away!
(HANNAH WAILING)
It's okay, it's okay.
You talk to me. It's okay. You tell your brother.
He was at the shrine.
They must have drugged us.
Ally doesn't even suspect.
(SOBBING)
It's okay. It's all right.
(PHONE RINGING)
Shafiq! Phone!
Hello?
David, it's him.
Call him here.
You'll have to come here, Kamal.
No, I can't meet you outside.
Because I can't leave.
I can't leave the house.
Yeah, just you and me.
Okay.
Okay, I think I know his game.
Remind me to never accept the post of Ambassador to Pakistan.
Hate to say no to the President, but life is too short.
I'm gonna put the baby down.
Harvey?
David Schwartz here.
Listen, we need a favour.
Do you know the top cop?
(DOG BARKING)
Listen, Kamal, my brother's inside.
Doesn't want to hear what you said to me this afternoon.
No, Hannah Memsahab, that's not what I want to tell him.
What do you want?
I'm sorry to have to say this to you, but...
we poor people, we read the papers, some Urdu papers.
I read English, so many books, everything.
I know you got into trouble in the States.
I'm not in trouble in the States, Kamal.
Your father, he's a big man.
And your brother, he's a Governor.
He's a District Attorney.
So he has a lot of influence.
Kamal, sit down and tell me what it is you want, huh?
You know in your heart what I say is true.
When I was with you, you weren't asleep.
You put your arms around me.
You made love back to me.
No, Kamal.
You people drugged me. And this afternoon, you said...
well, you told me it was your job.
I want to stop it. I want to start a real life.
I gave you money. You want more?
I need green card.
- HANNAH: What? - KAMAL: Green card. Entry for America.
Your brother and father can easily help.
You want to go to the States?
Why?
In the States, everyone is equal.
You can earn money by the sweat of your brow.
You've gotta be kidding me, Kamal.
All that shit you've been reading? You think all that crap is for real?
I know what is real.
Your friend Samira is not a good friend.
She's talking to newspapers.
She wants to talk to me.
I can talk to her.
That's not right, Kamal. That's called blackmail.
Shooting my Godfather is not right!
What's going on?
You white people think you can do anything!
But when we do something for you, it's all a secret.
- We get nothing! - You want something?
I'll give you something, you little punk stud son of a bitch!
You think you're gonna come in here and blackmail my sister?
This guy just stole my wallet.
You think you can trap me, mister?
You know who is father of baby?
(KAMAL GROANING)
Well, what did he want?
You went with the cops,
shot his boss,
so he turned up with...
threats.
Ally?
(BABY BURBLING)
Ally.
I think he needs changing.
Ally...
Ally!
(BABY CRYING)
SAMIRA: Doctor?
(LABOURED BREATHING)
Dadaji...
I don't need it.
(IN URDU) The show's over.
Completely over...
finished.
(INCOHERENT SOUNDS)
Leave that Englishman.
Get married...
to a Muslim...
a Muslim.
(BREATHING STOPS)
ALISTAIR: Please...
I just need to speak to Samira.
(BOTH MEN TALKING OVER EACH OTHER)
(SAMIRA SPEAKING URDU)
(GUARD SPEAKING URDU)
Let the Sahab in.
(HORNS HONKING)
GODFREY: There was an exhibition of truck art in London.
Or was it rickshaws in Bangladesh?
We gotta get outta here.
I don't know what it is, but this place warps your mind.
(HORN HONKING REPEATEDLY)
Whenever a truck comes straight for you, I always know it's a Pathan driving.
Very macho.
Do you know the Italian saying "peccavi "?
When Charles Napier conquered this place,
he sent a message to the Governor General saying:
"I have Sind." (LAUGHING)
(SPEAKING URDU)
GODFREY: Hannah?
Do you want me to...?
No.
Good luck.
- Mr Alistair? - Ji haan.
(SPEAKING URDU)
So, what are you gonna do?
I was going to try and speak to you.
I mean today.
I'm not coming with you.
But you should go with the baby,
and David.
So that's where it ends?
Ally, I came all the way out here to beg you to come back with us.
I knew where you'd be.
Are you going to come home with me now?
- I mean, shouldn't we talk? - Han, there's nothing to talk about.
You believe in miracles.
I don't.
I don't either.
- Ally, please... - No.
I need to stay here.
Now, I'll be in touch.
You take care of yourself,
and your baby.
All right.
I guess I got what I wanted, didn't I?
(CAWING)
- (GUNSHOT) - (SCREAMING)
(BABY CRYING)
(WHIMPERING)
(IN URDU) Leave it. There's a baby.
(BIKE ENGINE STARTING)
- Bye bye, Shafiq. - Bye bye, Memsahab.
Thank you, sir.
Bye, Nasreen.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(HORN HONKING REPEATEDLY)
(SHOUTING IN URDU)
Please, sir?
(IN URDU) May I speak with you?
Who is this clown?
He's the head of the shrine. The one they shot.
Memsahab, police...
taking my boy, Kamal, to jail.
(IN URDU) Memsahab, I'm begging you. Get him released.
You're going away. And we're left with all the misery.
Return my boy for Gulab Shah's sake.
You came to the shrine for help.
Memsahab, we have no - one else but you.
What is he saying?
He say his boy in jail.
He want help.
Well, I can't help him.
Tell him he's got to talk to the Pakistani District Attorney, or whoever.
Let's get moving. I've got half an hour to get to the airport.
(SUDDEN CRY)
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