All language subtitles for The Railway Men S1 (2023) Hindi Completed Web Series HD 480p HEVC ESub - FilmyCab

Do you know the punishment
for taking a life in this country?

Can you tell us who you've arrested?

Mr. Gokhale, Mr. Manohar and Mr. Anderson.

-You've arrested Mr. Anderson…
-Yes.

-…the world chairman?
-Yes, we have.

Mahatma Gandhi once said,

"An eye for an eye
makes the whole world blind."

He was right.

But the man who killed him
got the death penalty.

Well, that was Gandhi's life.

We're here to solve a problem.

And I'm here as a representative
of the US government

to lend any assistance possible.

So what are you going to do now?

I'm gonna try and get in
to see Mr. Anderson.

And have him freed?

Whatever needs to be done.

The truth is that, in this country,

if there's something cheaper
than sea salt and homespun cloth,

it's the life of the common man.

"Non-violence is the supreme religion."

Isn't that what Gandhi said?

But what happens when someone
violates that religion in this country?

What happens
when someone takes 15,000 lives?

As punishment,
he gets a government-issued plane,

with VIP service.

Champagne, caviar,

and a grand ride back home.

And the rest of us?

We have always been here.
We are still here,

and we will be here forever.

Striving to find the meaning
of Gandhi's teachings,

in a country that neither
punishes those who take lives,

nor rewards the ones who save them.

Sir!

Good morning, Abbu.

…innings and Laxman Sivaramakrishnan
took six wickets.

With his spin bowling…

-Munisa, a cup of tea please.
-What?

I haven't prepared breakfast yet.

No, I'm not hungry. Tea is enough.

What happened?
Aren't you on the night shift today?

Yes, but the Ijtema pilgrims
will be coming tonight.

I have to prepare the station.

Nonsense.

When a big tree falls,

the ground below it trembles.

The Sikhs are going through hell…

…and look at him.

His mother was killed, son.

After such a tragedy,
it's difficult to tell right from wrong.

Ammi, you don't know how the world works,
so forget it.

What about the job, Nawaz?
Did you go to the bureau?

I told you
there's a posting in the Railways.

It's a decent job.

They pay well too. What else do you want?

Abbu, I've told you a thousand times,

I won't spend my life in a black suit,
bowing down to the government.

I have an interview tomorrow
at Union Carbide.

Union Car--

You want to work there?

They have no morals, no ethics.

They'll go to any length to make profits.
And you want to work there?

Do you want to earn respect or just money?

The MIC has gone up to 100 degrees!
Check the pressure!

Pressure is shooting up! 25 PSI!

The MIC tank can't handle such pressure!

The temperature and pressure
are out of control!

Do something
before the gas starts leaking!

Someone call Mr. Kamruddin!

Inform the control room!

-Take him to the medical wing!
-Go!

Shit!

How did this happen?

Should we burn the gas
with the flare, sir?

The flare tower hasn't been working
for 3 months.

-Were you washing the pipes?
-I don't know anything about that, sir.

-Did you fix the slip blinds?
-Slip blinds? What are those?

Where are you going, sir?

To check the tanks.

The MIC tank can blow up if it gets hot.

It's ice cold. Fucking hell.

The meter at the plant is faulty!

-Everything is fine!
-Okay, sir.

Pressure 2 PSI.

Temperature 10 degrees.

Everything is fine.

Your gauge is faulty. Get rid of it.

Get to work.

-Sir.
-We can work without panicking, you know?

-Don't hit the alarm without checking--
-Don't worry, Kamruddin.

I got the alarm for you.

I don't want to hear that sound

unless someone is dead

or dying.

Find the worker who hit the alarm,
get rid of him.

Yes, sir.

Keep panicking! Well done.

You know everything, Kumawat bhai.
Why do you want to hear it again?

Well, I told you,
the lawyer from Delhi wants to hear it.

He wants to see
if our case will hold water.

It's your first day at work.

It's not easy to get a job
with the Railways.

You're responsible
for three more people now.

I'm doing this for them, Ammi.

And I won't lie.
To some extent, for myself too.

-I'm recording, Imad.
-Okay.

So, Mr. Mirchandani,
hear it for yourself and decide.

My name is Imad Riaz.

Tehsil Berasia, District Bhopal.

Do you work at Union Carbide?

No. I used to.

What did you do there?

I used to drive their trucks.

Carbide makes chemicals for crops.

To kill the bugs. Pesticides.

And to make that pesticide,
Carbide uses a chemical called MIC.

Methyl isocyanate.

Where does this MIC come from?
Is it made at the factory or imported?

Now it's made here.

It wasn't before.

It would come in big ships from America.

My job was to drive it
from Trombay port to Bhopal.

What type of a chemical is this?

Could you tell me more about it?

The engineer
used to call it liquid dynamite.

It was the factory's most dangerous
and unstable chemical.

It's kept buried under cement.

They have three 40-ton tanks.

Three tanks full of MIC.

They fear it, and rightfully so.

Why?

I used to transport the barrels
in my truck.

It'd be raining.

And the barrels weren't
even sealed properly at times.

If even a single drop of water
mixes with MIC,

it can wreak havoc.

It turns into poison gas
and spreads in the air.

One breath of it, and it's all over.

What do you mean? Didn't you wear masks?

They never gave us any.

You didn't ask?

Ask? I…

I asked, complained, made a ruckus.

And? Didn't they take action?

They did. They kicked me out.

Excuse me.

It's ready.

Hand it to him.

-How much?
-20 paise.

Who fired you?
And who runs the factory now?

One Mr. Madsen. A white man from America.

-Sir… Sir-ji…
-I'm done with this fucking place.

Dust, heat and bad news,
that's all I get here.

But safety is a problem, sir-ji.

The flare tower is out of order.

The MIC tanks have been
without refrigeration for two months.

The workers don't know
when or how to wash pipes.

What will happen
when something bad happens?

A single drop of water
and that chemical can react--

I don't need a fucking chemistry
lesson from you, Kamruddin.

But all our fail-safes are compromised.

You think I haven't told them?

Check these telexes out.

The only reply I get back is a "no."

Do you know why?

Annual reports.

Look at the balance sheets.
We're constantly in the red.

1980, '81, '82, '83, all red.

Indian farmers, damn them,
don't seem to want our pesticide.

The bosses know this.

Why would they sanction money
for a loss-making operation?

I have heard that too.
They're closing the factory, sir?

I never said that.

All I'm saying is I have a job to do,
and so do you.

I'll deal with management.
You convince the workers all is fine.

But, sir, I'm worried about--

I'm worried, too, Kamruddin!

About the fucking press!

This motherfucker has mentioned
details of the 1982 report!

The bloody C.S. Tyson report.

Someone's talking.

On the inside.

Now, I'm showing
a set of photographs to Mr. Riaz.

Imad, do you recognize them?

Yes.

They had visited the factory.

In 1982.

They checked the machines,
the safety measures.

They inspected the trucks too.

They were from America.

To be clear, this is C.S. Tyson
we are talking about.

He wrote a report
on the safety issues in Bhopal factory.

Imad, did anything change after his visit?

Did they improve safety measures?

Carbide didn't lift a finger.

Things went on like before.

And… And then…

And then there was a leak,

and an innocent worker lost his life.

Mohammed Ansari.

Yes.

He was like a brother to me.

I persuaded him to move to Bhopal.

I'm sorry, Imad.
I know this is difficult for you.

But can you recount
what happened that day?

The whole factory reeked
of the boiled cabbage-like smell of MIC.

They sent him in there.

Those assholes
wanted to save their factory.

So, they found a scapegoat.

He saved the factory,

but he couldn't save himself.

The gas filled his lungs.

And he was done for.

-Go!
-Get lost!

I already paid you! What more do you want?

Run!

Chickpeas! Roasted chickpeas!

Spicy roasted chickpeas!

-Good morning.
-Sir.

Good morning, sir.

SM sir, weren't you
on the night shift today?

-Good morning, Prasad.
-Good morning, sir.

Were the communication wires repaired?

-Yes, sir, the thieves--
-You checked them?

See, the thieves from the slum stole it.
They won't bother us now.

Seventy meters of copper wire
will last them a while.

I know the wires are copper.

-Have they been repaired?
-Repaired?

Sir, actually,
I sent the repair team last night.

And they must've replaced
at least 50 meters of the wiring by now.

Don't worry, sir. It'll be done.

-It will be done or it's done?
-It's done.

I mean…

-Sir, I just…
-It's done, right?

Arrange a push trolley.
We'll check the connection from there.

Pardon?

Fantastic cards.

-It's your turn, come on!
-Two jacks! Ha!

Mileage?

Mileage?

-We don't need you anymore. Go home.
-What do you mean?

-Our money?
-We want our money.

-Don't act tough.
-I'll show you how tough I am…

You'll rot in jail for hitting
a government employee, you fuckers!

I'll beat you till you eat dirt!

-Get back!
-Prasad.

-Get them paid.
-Okay, sir.

And arrange a new repair crew.
Three shifts of eight hours each,

working around the clock
until the comms are repaired.

Okay.

It's a safety issue, Prasad.

I got distracted, sir.

Keep my advice in mind, Prasad.

In our line of work,
we can't get distracted.

Because we don't get second chances.

Yes, sir.

We must get that report, Imad.

Without the Tyson report, our case
is weak. In fact, there's no case.

I know, Kumawat bhai.
I'll get the report one way or another.

Inshallah, it'll be done tonight.

Your mother is right.

You should stay away from this mess.
It's my job.

Kumawat bhai, he was my friend.

This is my home, my city.

If something goes wrong,
my people will die.

Okay.

You head for work now.

Your mother won't spare me
if you're late on your first day.

Let's go?

Sir.

-Assalam-alaikum, sir. My name's--
-Imad Riaz.

Good morning.

-Sir, here's my form.
-I have it.

Something at Bhopal Junction
isn't working properly right now.

Find out what that may be.

You have ten minutes.

Imad Riaz.

Yes. Yes, sir.

Yes, Vijaya.

-The cleaning is done, right?
-Yes, sir sahab.

I… I just came to remind you.

-About what?
-It's my daughter's wedding tonight.

I had invited you last month.

Oh, yes…

I'm sorry, I forgot about it.

-How's Sohini doing? All is well?
-Yes.

How is her preparation
for the civil services exams going?

It's going well.

I believe in her capabilities, sir sahab.

Her journey from there
to the civil services.

That's no small feat.

Sir sahab, I can't imagine
what forces parents

to abandon their children
at the railway station.

Well, I got lucky.

I found Sohini.

Congratulate her on my behalf.

-I'll try my best to come.
-Okay, sir sahab.

-Where's the stationmaster's office?
-There.

-Be careful, son!
-Sorry!

Sir!

Communications, sir.

The comms are down.

And who told you that?

No. I swear to God, sir, nobody did!

-There's a landline on your desk.
-So?

Why would the stationmaster
need a magneto telephone,

except to test out the comms?

Nishatpura Yard, tonight 10:30 p.m.

-Okay, sir.
-You'll report to the senior loco pilot.

A freight train needs
to be prepared for transport.

Okay, sir.

Imad Riaz.

Sir, there's something else
at Bhopal Junction

that isn't working right.

What?

-Time, sir.
-What?

Your clock is two minutes ahead.

Namaskar.

While traveling on
the Delhi-Bombay Rajdhani Express,

Minister Rajendra Patil was robbed.

The police are still hunting
for the perpetrator.

As per our sources,

the man behind this crime
is none other than the mastermind

who has remained elusive
for the last 13 years.

Involved in 27 cases of dacoity,

the infamous Express Bandit.

Boot polish!

Boot polish!

-Sir, buy us some food!
-Please!

Hey, stop!

Hey! Stop him! Get him!

-Hey, we're cops. Move!
-Cops? Then where's your uniform?

Mr. Accountant.

I've booked you
a one-way ticket to heaven, fucker.

Cops dressed as civilians
just tried to ambush me.

Buddy, if I go to jail,

I'll take your balls with me.

What did you expect?

That Railway Protection Force would
greet you with a 21-gun salute?

You robbed a minister.

Motherfucker.

You think RPF consults a lowly accountant
like me before conducting a raid?

Well, you do have a point.

Hold this.

Keep it there.

I'll have to go underground.

Railway headquarters
is a good place to disappear.

Don't act cheeky.

But you're right.

Let's do one last job. A big one.

Show me the accounts.

Let's see how much dough each station has.

Agra, Mathura, Morena, Dabra.

They're all broke, man.

Bhopal Junction.

So many zeroes, so…

That's more than 11 million rupees.

37 UP Punjab Mail,
from Firozpur to Bombay,

will depart from platform number 1
in five minutes.

It's done.

-Work hard, Imad. Okay?
-Yes.

-Salma khaala.
-Yes?

-Imad, there's a call for you.
-From Mr. Kamruddin?

No, not from him. It's a trunk call.

-I'll be right back, Ammi.
-Okay.

-Shazia bhabhi?
-Imad?

Yes, Bhabhi.

-All good?
-Yes. Yes, Bhabhi.

-Where are you?
-We're in Jhansi now.

Imad, it'll be late at night
when we get there.

Yes, I'll see you there.

Ammi is making mutton stew.
We'll have dinner together.

It took a while,

but we'll get the evidence tonight.

We'll get justice from Carbide.

For Ansari.

He thought of you as a younger brother.

You three are my responsibility now. Just…

Trust me. Just come here.

Thank you, Imad.

Khuda-haafiz.

Khuda-haafiz, Bhabhi.

Nafisa,

Mr. Kamruddin will be able
to do it, right?

Come with me.

Come in.

He left this gas mask for me.

And for our baby.

We've been blessed
after so many years of marriage.

He'll die before he lets anything happen.

Mr. Kamruddin,
the night shift workers are here.

I got the report, Kumawat.

The bastards have known everything
for the past two years.

And yet they did nothing.

-Let's meet soon then.
-Yes, come over.

-Where?
-Let's meet at my house.

In two hours.

Didn't your shift start at 9:00?
You'll make your supervisor wait for you?

But, sir, the pipe washing
is scheduled for next week.

Everyone is clueless here, it seems.

We're washing them today.

Okay, sir.

Are you gonna read the manual now?

Didn't you get the training?

Sir, my training was only two weeks long.

So? That's all the training I had too.

Six-month long trainings
are ancient history.

-Hurry up, turn on the water.
-Yes, sir.

The pressure is okay.

2 PSI.

Let's go. That should do it.

Let's go.

Sir sahab.

Sohini, look who's here.

How are you?

Your mother is worried about your studies.

Amma just doesn't realize
that the times have changed.

I told her I'll handle both
the house and my studies. But no--

-Sir sahab, you--
-Sir sahab.

That's what your mother calls me.

Imagine when you become an IAS officer
and I'll be calling you "sir sahab,"

your mother will be beaming with pride.

-What if my in-laws don't let me work?
-Send them to me.

Well, that will scare them.

You'll pack them off to Kanyakumari.

I'll send them without a ticket.

-Sir sahab.
-No, Vijaya.

Punjab Mail.

Okay, sir.

God bless you.

-Assalam-alaikum.
-Walaikum-assalam!

Hey, young buck!

Hey, tall guy!

Yes. Yes, sir.

Aren't you the new guy?

I heard you were the star during training.

Don't let that go to your head.

To hell with the training.

The real test is here, son. Here.

We'll know if you have the balls for it.

Come on, prime the locomotive.

Show us what you've learned.

Engine?

Come on! Hey!

They keep sending these novices,
and we have to make up for it…

Hey, boy! Come out.

Come out.

Look around.

This is a repair shed.

Defunct engines and coaches
come here for repairs.

This one was sent to us to fix as well.

It's a tough nut to crack.

Move. Let me show you.

Let's start it.

Fasten your seat belt, boy.

It's your first night.

You'll never forget it.

-Abdul, get some chai, boy!
-Okay, sir. Right away.

So, what was the complaint?

Workers say there's water dripping
and their eyes are burning.

Go up there and check.

Fuck, looks like the disc ruptured.

And so has the valve.

Should we inform the control room?

Let's have some chai first.
This happens all the time.

Sir…

Keep this box
in the stationmaster's office.

And check if watering is
in progress or not.

-Check properly.
-Okay, sir.

SM sir, the train is on time.

No public complaints,
no alarms, chain pulling…

I got the watering started.

Thank you, Prasad.

Passengers of platform one,
please pay attention.

The train from Firozpur to Bombay,
37 UP Punjab Mail

will depart from platform number 1
in five minutes.

Easy.

Thank you.

Move on. Move.

-Let's go to the waiting room.
-Poori-sabzi!

Come over for some poori-sabzi.
Hot meals for you!

Hey, put it down.

Do you have the paperwork for it?

-Good evening, sir.
-Good evening.

Who's the authority here?

You better stop yapping
before you get punched in the mouth.

Who's the authority here?
Who's the supervisor?

I'm the stationmaster. Tell me.

-This trunk…
-Is being taken with my permission.

Now you tell me,
who gave you the authority to stop them?

I have some hot news,
but keep it to yourself.

He's coming.

Who's coming?

-Mastermind.
-Mastermind who?

The one who's giving sleepless nights
to the RPF.

Sir, I haven't been home for weeks.

I haven't had the time
for a shave or haircut.

They call him the Express Bandit.

Two days back in Agra, he gouged out
a cop's eye and escaped.

But we nabbed one of his buddies.

After a few punches, he spilled the beans.
We found out that--

We found out
that he's coming to Bhopal tonight

to clean out your safe.

Have you seen him?

Can you recognize him?

Well, he gouged out my friend's eye,

but my eyes are absolutely fine.

What I mean to say is,

I'd like to request that you let me
keep an eye on your safe tonight.

It's a golden chance to nab him.

If I lose him this time,
it'll be a disgrace to my uniform.

The next train is Gorakhpur Express.
Your bandit might be on that.

Well, the bandit might already be here.

Take this trunk in.

Constable, I'll call you
after taking care of the formalities.

Have some chai until then.

The chai is great here.

Don't you like chai?

Is it over there? I'll have it over there.

Boy, if you ask,

you'll live a life asking.

-Learn to snatch.
-Markhand, give it back!

-Sorry… Sorry, sir.
-Markhand.

-And what's your name?
-Ratlu.

Ratlu.

Keep it.

Sing.

Go on. Please inform Mr. Sinha.

Okay, sir.

Constable.

Yes, sir.

We've requested Mr. Sinha to come over.

Mr. Sinha?

-RPF Chief of Bhopal.
-Oh, yes.

-I was…
-We need to take his permission.

Until then, please wait in my office.

You can tell him
all about the Express Bandit.

-Shut the door please.
-Okay.

-Mileage. Mileage.
-Hello, yes, Mileage.

Hello, Bhopal Junction control?

Yes, go on. All good?
Are the repairs done?

The lines have been replaced.

We've made temporary connections
for testing.

Before we make the final connections,

we'll have to disconnect
the voice, control, Morse, block lines.

I've informed the surrounding stations.
And, listen, fix the block first, okay?

Okay, sir.

Make it fast, okay? Okay.

-Abdul!
-Yes, sir?

Cut these lines.

Hey.

Inform SM sir that the comms
will be offline for some time.

And tell him that I'm heading home.

-Okay?
-Okay, sir.

-And stay alert, mister. Okay?
-Okay.

Come on, Satinder, let's go.

-I've cut it, sir!
-Okay, all right.

-What was it, sir? There was a smell.
-It was just a small leak.

Start looking for another job.

This factory won't last long.
They're leaving.

And where will they go from here?

Brazil, China,
wherever they can get better profits.

I used to work
in the battery factory in Calcutta.

-Everyone knows about it there.
-Ahsan!

-That's why they aren't doing the upkeep.
-Ahsan?

Ahsan!

Ahsan? Ahsan, come in.

What's going on with the MIC 610?

Ahsan?

Mr. Kamruddin! Wait!

-What happened?
-It's for you.

Come in, Mr. Kamruddin.

Yes, Mr. Das, go ahead.

O Allah! Mr. Das, I am coming!

What does the panel say?

Sir, temperature is 100 degrees
and pressure 55.

The… The needle can't go higher than this.

Tank 610 has 40 tons of MIC.

Where's Ahsan?

Ahsan! Ahsan, MIC… Hurry. Control room!

MIC?

-Come on, let's go!
-Get out of here!

-Hurry!
-Oh, God!

-Come on, let's go!
-Go, go!

-Why didn't you turn on the scrubber?
-It's not working, Ahsan.

The flare tower's working.
Burn off the gas.

The flare tower's been down for months!

The pipes rusted away! Don't you know?

No one tells us anything.

How did this happen?

Sir, I…

We were washing the pipes.

-Washing?
-Yes.

Since when?

Since 9:00 or 9:30, sir.

The water's been running for three hours?

Didn't you turn off the water, Ahsan?

But you fixed the slip blinds, right?

-Slip blinds?
-Metal disc!

They go on both sides of the pipes
while washing them,

so the water doesn't reach
the MIC tank. Did you fix them?

No one taught us to do that, sir.

We must turn off the water.

Or the chemical will boil
and turn into a toxic gas.

-Mr. Das.
-Sir?

-Evacuate the factory.
-Yes, sir.

Now.

Right now.

-Head to the office with Kishore.
-Okay, sir.

Ahsan.

-Come on. Hurry up.
-Yes.

Come with me.

We must evacuate the factory!

We must turn off the water!

Evacuate the factory!

Hey!

Ahsan, help him!

Mr. Kamruddin, the masks are over there!

Ahsan, there are no masks.
Use a wet handkerchief.

Run away from the wind!

The other way! Go that way!
Away from the gas.

Kamruddin, help!

Ahsan, hurry up.

The water is still running.

Let's get out of here, sir.
The water is off.

But the gas is still leaking.

The pressure is still building
in tank 610.

The gas from 610 has to be diverted
into an empty tank.

You leave!

Mr. Kamruddin!

I am at the gate! Please come out!

There are no empty tanks.

Mr. Das, leave.

I can stop the chain reaction
by disconnecting 611.

It has 20 tons of MIC in it.

If this leaks, the entire city is dead.

Mr. Kamruddin!

We've been blessed
after so many years of marriage.

He'll die before he lets anything happen.

Subtitle translation by:
Sheela Sijin Mathews

They killed him, Imad.

Carbide.

They killed him.

How did this happen, Shazia bhabhi?

I don't know.

He was in really bad shape
when he got home.

He was coughing a lot.

He said there was a leak in the factory--

MIC?

I don't know, Imad.

His eyes were swollen and red,
ready to pop out.

As if someone had
thrown chilies in his eyes.

They were burning.

He was breathing heavily.

He was coughing hard and vomiting blood.

As if his lungs would explode.

Do you know what this means?

Cherry-red discoloration.

He had decided to quit this job.

I asked him not to.

It was me.

I thought we could
save up some more money--

No, bhabhi, this isn't your fault.

A little money…

The factory is to blame.

What did the company say?

Keep quiet.

Quiet.

Keep quiet.

Keep it, bhabhi.

For Salima.

For both of them.

It smells like bitter almonds.

It's poison. Hydrogen cyanide.

I promise you, bhabhi,

I may not be able to bring Ansari back,

but I won't let Carbide forget him.

Where have we come?
After taking the journey together…

Sir, you're the superintendent.

Please help me out. They'll listen to you.

Not my department, Uncle-ji.

Sir, give it a try at least.

My passport and my mother's
death certificate is in it.

-If it's lost--
-Your luggage is gone for good.

Get a duplicate copy of the certificate.
Now excuse me. Namaste.

It has my mother's death certificate.

No one is listening to me.

Vinod-ji, you seem very happy today.

Quit it, Ashok-ji.

If it weren't for the passengers,
this job would be perfect.

-Sweets?
-My wife sent these from Nagpur.

But what's the matter?

The usual nonsense. A hundred people
lose their luggage every day.

Am I a fucking nanny
looking for lost bottles of milk?

-Benedict.
-Sir.

All good?

Yes, sir. All routine, sir.
Just that Bhopal is offline, sir.

Sir-ji! Vinod-ji!

General Manager… Inspection…
I just heard about it.

What's the ruckus about?
What's the problem?

There's a problem.
My friend called me from Bombay.

Rati Pandey sahab is on his way.

He's coming to Itarsi for an inspection.

That psycho's still in the Railways?

That's an excellent tip.

-Your snacks are on me today.
-Thank you, sir-ji.

Everything must run smoothly tonight.
And listen up.

He's the General Manager, not God
who would magically appear before us.

He will come aboard his GM Special.

Check with the nearby stations
and find it. Quick.

But Bhopal is still offline.
What do we do?

I'm unable to make contact.
I think line repair is going on.

-What's the next train to Bhopal?
-Sir, Gorakhpur-Bombay Express.

It'll reach in a few hours.

The comms should be back by then.
Search somewhere else for now.

Come on, wake up.
Start making calls. Shall I get you chai?

No, sir, I am doing it.

Salima, move back, darling.

There's a nip in the air.
You'll fall sick.

Come back. Get back here.

She's always up to some mischief. Always.

Sit properly now.

Are you hungry too, my boy?

Bad manners. Offer it to her first.

Didi?

She's got a stomach bug.
She ate some junk in Jhansi.

Okay.

That's okay, darling.
Come on, sit back. Sit down.

-Well, that's natural.
-Is that so?

Good heavens.

One of my neighbors was a Sikh man
who had a grocery store.

They burnt his shop down.

Why? What was his fault?

That he gave free candies
to the neighborhood kids?

Or that he gave groceries
on credit to the poor?

And now, he's lost everything.

And this gentleman says it's "natural."

You don't think so?
Our Prime Minister was assassinated.

The Prime Minister! Don't you get it?

The anger is but natural
for a couple of days.

-Isn't it?
-A couple of days?

-Of course.
-It's been a month.

The newspapers
are still full of these stories.

Then stop reading the newspapers.
Who's asking you to?

Is anyone forcing you?

Right. I should stop reading the papers.

Then I'll shut my eyes and ears too.
They've killed 3,000 Sikhs.

Three thousand Sikhs.

Look, when a big tree falls,
the earth trembles. Okay?

-Sure.
-Yes.

Are you going to make
the whole earth tremble here?

-Guard's here.
-Keep it low and keep it calm.

Or you'll be deboarded
at the next station. Okay?

It's a public train,
not the living room of your house.

My advice is to stay away from politics.

It'll just add to your stress, that's all.

Come on, get to sleep now. Go on.

Go on.

Don't stay up all night. Go to sleep.

Come on, off to sleep.

-All the keys are here.
-Okay, I'll get going.

Sir, the freight train is ready.
I've given the keys to the night guard.

Now what, sir?

What do I do next?

Nothing. Just relax.

When the communication repair crew's
work is done,

we have to get them
from the other side of the station.

Until then, relax.

Damn, it's so cold, my balls are frozen.

What are you laughing at?

Hand me the torch.

Is it even working?

Yes, it's working.

-Be right back.
-Okay, sir.

Your kind attention please.

82 UP Gorakhpur Express
is scheduled…

Where the hell is Kaamil?
We've been waiting for three hours.

We would've reached there
and been resting by now.

Calm down, Adil.
It's just time. It will pass.

A waste of time, Abbu.
You drag me here every year.

Once you understand
the teachings of Ijtema

and learn patience,
we'll stop coming here.

Bhairavi, do you watch cricket?

Even Gavaskar doubles up
as a bowler sometimes.

But on our team,
even the swimmers can't swim.

"Save me! I can't breathe!"

Okay, that's enough.

Girls, turn that frown upside down.

Don't be upset.
Winning and losing are part of the game.

Come on, chin up. You all did good.

Second place.

You did good.

Give me your foot.

Bhaiya.

Do you remember the tune of the lullaby
that maa used to sing to us?

Can you hum it?

-You must remember--
-I don't.

Gimme your other foot.

-Sir-sahab.
-Not me. He's over there.

-Sir-sahab.
-What happened, Vijaya?

Sir-sahab…

Some guests from the groom's side
showed up uninvited.

So?

We ran out of food.

The caterer wants 350 rupees more
to start cooking again.

I don't have the money.

All right, that's okay.

I gave him all I had.

-Keep this.
-I'll return it as soon as I can, sir.

I have 270 rupees, Vijaya.

I'll give you the rest tomorrow. Okay?

He'll close the kitchen, sahab.

How can he…

Do you have 80 rupees?

-Sorry?
-Do you have 80 rupees?

Yes. Of course.

Sir, anything for my brothers
in the Railways.

And sisters too.
This was my Diwali bonus. You can keep it.

-I'll return it soon, sahab.
-No problem. Go home quickly.

-God bless you, son.
-Yeah.

Those extra 20…

-Thank you. Close the door, please.
-Okay.

Fuck my luck.

What the fuck?

What's this foul smell?

Damn.

Hey…

Hey, you!

Hey, you!

What's this smell? Can you smell it too?

It smells like boiled cabbage…

-Sohini didi!
-What happened?

The groom's party…

Sir!

Amma! Amma…

Aunty, where is Amma?

She went to the station to get some money.

Hey, move!

Sir!

Sir!

-Come with me!
-I'm going my way!

You should too!

Water!

Water… Give me some water.

Sir! Come with me, sir.

Come on. Let's go.

Khaala!

Get out of here. Run.

-Get out of here now.
-But Imad?

Without Imad…

Sit down here.

The colony… Take me to the colony.

My family is there.

Hurry up, get out of here!

Let's go! Get out of here!

Just stay indoors!

-It's the factory's doing!
-Stay inside the house.

-Ammi!
-Rubina.

Is she okay, Ammi?

Get the keys to the old scooter.

We can't stay here.

And get us some masks too. Go!

What about Abbu?

We can't do anything to help them, sir.

Even if we want to.

Sohini! Let's go, Sohini!

This way. Not towards the station.
Go the other way.

Towards your uncle's house!

Ratlu?

What happened to him? Sit down.

-Constable!
-Yes, sir?

-We'll have to take him to the hospital.
-Okay.

-What… Hold him for me.
-Sure.

-How many can we take, sir?
-What?

Please help me find my son!

Hey!

-Constable!
-Yes, sir?

-Get the child help! Back there.
-Okay.

-Let's go.
-Fire! The entire station will burn!

There's a gas cylinder! Watch out!

Hey, you'll fall!

You'll fall!

Get up.

Sir-sahab…

Vijaya!

Sir-sahab.

Vijaya. Get up.

Sir.

There's nothing left back there. It's bad.

There's something in the air.
A foul smell.

-We were fine in the room.
-What?

We were fine in your office.
Should we go inside that room?

Open! Open the door!

We won't!

I'll die before I open it!

Don't open it!

Board it up!

Get away!

Run!

Get out of the station! Hurry!

It's no better outside!

There's no place left!

Waiting hall. Go to the waiting hall!

Waiting hall!

Go to the waiting hall!

We'll reach the station soon.
The engine's just getting ready.

Get this straight.

If you keep writing such articles,
you'll be jailed for sure.

Why trouble your family?

Sir.

You see,

I don't have a wife.

I don't have kids.

All I have is a newspaper
on the verge of bankruptcy.

How will you scare me off?

You've had a tiring day.

You've been out since morning.
You had to come to the outer city limits.

Go home and relax.

Tell your bosses I am scared.

Now move. I gotta go.

With all your big talk,

how come your paper's dying?

Because I write the truth,
and no one wants to hear that.

What's your name?

Pramod Kumar.
What'll you do with it? Print my photo?

-Relax, sir.
-I'll shove your newspaper up your ass.

Look at these enforcers of law.

What are you doing, reporter sir?

Why are you after these powerful people?

You can't win. They're businessmen.

Instead of creating this ruckus, why don't
you talk to the company officials?

Bhopal will benefit from it.

You'll benefit from it.

You're benefitting already, aren't you?
Then why do you worry?

Good heavens.

Now get out of my way or--

Or else, what will you do?
Call the police?

You faggot,
I'll beat your ass black and blue.

Let go of him, sir.

-Radio. Listen to the radio.
-Attention, all units.

Attention, all units.
Report to the control room.

There's been a gas leak at Union Carbide.

I repeat.
There's been a gas leak at Union Carbide.

All to report to the control room.

-Get in.
-There's chaos everywhere.

There are dead bodies at Peer Gate.
There's panic all around.

Mr. Madsen, our casualties are low
because of the wind direction.

The third tank was disconnected.

And the workers were warned
to go the other way.

Thanks to him.

Kamruddin?

Yes, sir.

Doctor, I've got the remaining workers
in the medical wing.

This is obviously
the doing of a disgruntled employee.

An act of sabotage.

Now, you all stayed back,
so I assume you are loyal to the company.

You know they'll try
to pin the blame on us.

So, barricade the entrance.

The first ones inside will be
Carbide lawyers inbound from the US.

No police, no journalists, no locals.

Keep the gates closed.

Translate it to them
in whichever language they can understand.

Yes, sir.

Sir, the state hospital has called thrice.

The police is calling too.
What do we tell them?

The trunk lines are jammed, Doctor.

We can't get through
to headquarters in the US.

Until we get orders,
we tell these people nothing.

Get in the car! Hurry up!

It's the night of doom!
Let's get out of here!

He can sit over there.

It's okay, don't worry.
Is there anyone with you?

-No.
-It's okay…

Please give him some water.

You may sit there. Give them some space.

Come on, son.
There must be some space there.

Sit, sit down.

She's not breathing!

-Move aside.
-Please help.

He's a doctor!

Move this bag. She needs rescue breathing.

Hey, Vijaya.

Vijaya, where are you going?

To Sohini. Sohini…

You know what's happening outside.
Sit down.

Sit down. Vijaya, sit… Constable.

Sir-sahab, please let me go.

-To Sohini.
-Ma'am…

Ma'am, please sit. Sit down.

What are you doing here, sir-sahab?

Go home.

We can't abandon the station.

We're railway men, Vijaya.

These people are our responsibility.

Mine, yours, the railways'.

We can't leave, Vijaya.

I'll need your help.

-Doctor!
-What happened to him?

-His mouth is foaming.
-Doctor sahab?

Take care of her.

I can't feel his pulse.

They are dead. Both of them.

What is this thing?
What's happening, Stationmaster?

Get back! It's contagious!

-Throw the corpses out.
-What are you saying?

He was a doctor two minutes back.
And now he's merely a corpse?

He died giving her mouth-to-mouth.

Stationmaster, he inhaled the poison
that is in the air.

-Sir.
-Yes, dear?

Vijaya?

Stationmaster sahab.

What's going on? What should we do?

Shall we call the nearest hospital
or police station?

-No, the police station--
-No. He's right.

What's the point of calling the police?
The police is already here.

But this problem has left me baffled too.

-We need a doctor or a--
-No.

First, we must send a message
that Bhopal Junction is out of order.

Itarsi Junction is the closest to us.
They might send us help.

What?

Itarsi?

Call Hanumanganj police station
or the nearest government hospital.

Why Itarsi? It's 100 kilometers away!

-Call them--
-The communication lines are down.

We can't call anyone.

And all this won't
be limited to the station.

It's a densely populated area.

The hospital and the police
won't be able to help.

Okay. So, this uniformed fellow--
I'm talking to you, Constable.

You should go and get help.

-Watch your tone, you idiot.
-Listen, you filthy cop.

I'll break your fucking face. Understand?

-Constable, no.
-But, sir…

It's a uniform, not armor.

There's poison in the air.

Air doesn't get poisoned by itself.

It must be those rioters.
Revenge for what happened in Delhi.

Don't talk nonsense.

Stop provoking people.

Is that a train?

-Constable.
-Sir?

-Shut the door.
-Okay.

-Wait a minute!
-What is it?

You were preaching just now.

And now you're fleeing
at the first chance?

He's trying to trick us.

Can you shut up?

Can't you see what's going on?

Or are you going to save these people?

Don't you see two officers talking?
Back off.

Sir, I'll come with you.

And abandon all of us?
There are children here.

Get the women and children out first!

I have kids too!

The locomotive isn't big enough
to fit everyone.

But we can use it to send a message!

And who will take the message? You?

-Let's go, Abbu!
-Let's hear the Stationmaster out, son…

He's right. Don't listen to him. Let's go!

You won't be able to breathe outside!

And you will be able to? Get lost.

I've seen many like you!

Will you open the doors now
or should I break the windows?

Yes, break it!

They broke the windows
in the control room!

They're all dead now.

Listen to me, you'll die!

Listen to me! Don't go!
You can't go outside!

You'll die!

Open the door!

You'll die. No. Stop!

Hey! Don't go!

Stop!

Stop!

He's dead!

-Don't go. Don't go outside!
-Let's stay here.

So?

Aren't you the tough guy?

Do you wanna go outside?

I'll open the door for you.

-Come on. Why are you scared now?
-Constable.

Constable.

Sir, will this work?

We'll find out soon.

Shut the door behind me.

Now! Close it!

Hold him up.

Help him.

Get him some water.

Sir, this is Carbide's doing.

Carbide is to blame, sir.

The gas leak.

I know all about it.

-That chemical factory?
-Yes.

We crossed it on our way here.
Everything looked fine.

Chemical factory?
Is there a chemical leakage?

Are they talking
about the Carbide factory?

-Is it poison?
-Do you know about this chemical?

Does anyone know about it?

Oh man, look at what you've done.

Listen up! Why not try whispering?

Go on, tell us more.

Imad, you used to work there.
What else do you know?

It's deadly, as you can see.

It attacks the eyes and the lungs.

It can kill some in seconds,
and others in a few hours, sir.

There's no medicine for it.

Then how will we save these people?

Cover your face with a wet cloth.

Tie it over your face.
That's the only way to survive this.

Sir, as far as I know,
that's the only way.

Sir, I think the boy is right.

-Okay, let's try it. Constable just--
-Okay.

Listen. Listen up, everybody!

If you have a piece of cloth,
soak it and cover your face with it.

There's water in the corner.
Come on, queue up.

Come on, queue up. Come on.

One by one.
Hey, big fella, help the ladies.

I know you must be worried
about your family, Imad.

But you're the only loco pilot here.
No one else has survived.

I need you to do something.
Will you do it?

My mother won't forgive me
if I don't do my duty.

Tell me what to do. I'll do it.

We need to send a message to Itarsi

to stop the Gorakhpur Express
that's coming to Bhopal,

and send us a relief train.

Sir, Gorakhpur Express?

My family is on that train.

How do we stop it?

You were to bring back
the repair crew, right?

Will you be able to go there?

The gas has spread till here.

But the repair crew
is on the other side of the station.

Maybe they can fix our comms.

I'll go, sir.

-Are you sure, Imad?
-I'm sure, sir.

We must send the message immediately.

Or Bhopal Junction
will turn into a graveyard.

And so will the Gorakhpur Express.

Put it on.

Your kind attention please.
82 UP Gorakhpur Express

will depart from platform 1
of Vidisha Station in five minutes.

Vidisha Special chai!

Vidisha Special chai!

-Bhaisahab.
-Yes, ma'am.

Tea, please.

-Brother, one for me too.
-One or two?

I'm coming.

Just one.

-Indira's killers…
-Deserve to be killed!

-Indira's killers…
-Deserve to be killed!

-Indira's killers…
-Deserve to be killed!

Kill any Sikh you see.

If you even suspect someone, kill them.

-Saurabh, Iqbal, wait here.
-Okay, brother.

It's from the north.

-Rakesh, Gaurav, get in.
-Okay, brother.

Saurabh, board the next one, okay?

Come, let's go.

You won't be able to fight them.

-Chaurasia!
-Yes, brother?

Find the TT.
Get the list of passengers from him.

Find out where they are hiding.

Come on, wake up.

-You're from?
-Gorakhpur.

Show us your face.

Rakesh! Open this. See what's inside.

Do you need an invitation to wake up?

-What does your mummy call you?
-Vinod.

Check under the seats.

Don't be scared, darling. I'm here.

Hello, dolly.

What does your mother call you?

-Salima.
-Salima.

-Shandilya bhaiya!
-Yeah?

Look what I found.

I swear, you're the only useful one.

-These are just clothes.
-What is this? A turban?

-It's just a wedding turban.
-A turban!

Trying to hide your turban, motherfucker!

Motherfucker, he's hiding a turban!

It's for my wife's niece's wedding,
bhaiya. That's where we are going.

To Bhusawal.
It's my wife's niece's wedding.

Why didn't you say something?

He got beaten up for no reason.

Go and sleep. Go to sleep!

Go and sleep. Go on.

She's my sister.
My khaala and her daughter.

We're going to Bhopal to meet our ammi.

We found the TT, Shandilya bhaiya.

Fantastic! Bravo, Chaurasia!

TT bhaiya, show us the list, please.
Where are they hiding?

Shandilya bhaiya, it seems
he's trying to dig a tunnel in the toilet.

Move.

Open the door, bastard.

Behen-ji, please come with me.

I said open the door.

Hold this.

-Take his pants off.
-No, please don't.

-Just a little bit.
-Not the pants, please.

Give me the knife.

Shandilya bhaiya, we found the pests.

Coach 7, seat 33. Rajbir Kaur.

Trust me, behen-ji. They're coming back.

Don't worry, I am the Guard
of this train. Come with me.

-Thank you.
-Hurry up. Come.

Be careful.

Come on.

-Where did they go?
-They…

They won't jump off a moving train. Come.

Come on.

Quickly.

Come.

Don't worry. Come.

Get in. Yes.

Don't be scared.

-Stand over there. Go on. Yes.
-Come.

That's it. Don't be scared, behen-ji.

-Is everything else on track?
-Yes.

Do we have an update from Bhopal?

How are you, Mehrotra-ji?

Let me know if you find the GM Special.

I'll be thankful to you.

Yes, please let me know. Okay.

Thank you.

-Tell me?
-Vinod, that ghost is still haunting us.

I'm not a magician.

I can't wave a wand
and make a rabbit appear out of nowhere.

You can't go in.

-Move aside.
-I told you, you can't go in.

-I'll lose my job!
-This is wrong.

I've been running around to file
a complaint, but no one's listening to me.

-Come with me.
-Don't do this. This is wrong.

-What are you doing, bhaisahab?
-Get out!

Happy now?

Embarrassing yourself at this age.

-Embarrassing myself?
-Come on.

I told you repeatedly,
but you don't get it.

Ashok-ji, the ghost is at peace now.

Sir.

Sir, Bhopal is still offline.
We still can't contact them.

-Bhopal what?
-They're still offline, sir.

Where is the GM Special?

I don't know, sir. But Bhopal
has been offline for a while now.

Bhopal, Bhopal.

-They said it'll take around two hours?
-Yes, sir.

Then it'll take at least four hours.

Can't save his own ass,
but he wants to save the world.

Get in line! What are you doing?
Don't push forward.

Hey, move him back.

The water is for everyone!

It'll fall!

Sir, look at them!

What did I do? He spilled the water.

Are you all crazy? Hey!

Stop fighting!

-Outside… Water…
-You should've told me, sir.

Water's here!

-Water's here!
-Wait a minute!

Hey, get in line first! Queue up.

Put this on.

Come on, move.

Wow, sir, that was quite a sprint.

This'll calm them down for now,
but I don't think it's gonna last long.

Do you have a plan to get us out of here?

Before we get out of here, we have to stop
Gorakhpur Express from coming here.

I'll go and check the phone lines.

-What did you just say?
-Adil, what are you--

Abbu, he is trying to stop
an incoming train! Are you crazy?

Is this true, Stationmaster?
How will we get out of here then?

There are a thousand people on that train.
They will be in danger if they come here.

And what about us?
Don't you care about our lives?

-What if something happens to my mother?
-We'll run out of water soon.

Ten are dead and twenty critical here.
And you're worried about them?

-You can't stop that train.
-Just listen to me.

Itarsi Junction will send us
a relief train when they get our message.

We just need to be patient.
Let me check the phone lines.

-Forget him, break that phone instead!
-Hey!

-Break the phone!
-No, that's a mistake!

Hey!

Your kind attention please.

Your survival tonight
depends on the stationmaster.

He's the only one
who knows how this place works.

How will you get out of here
if you snuff him out? Bloody idiots!

Hey! You, get away from the phone
before I dial you in. Move!

Constable, that's enough.

-Sir, these animals--
-No.

-No guns at the station.
-They don't get it.

-Door.
-Okay.

Yes, Imad, what's the update?

Sir, they were dead when I got there.

But it looked like
some work had been done.

I'm not sure what, though.

-And listen, fix the block first, okay?
-Okay, sir.

Block, Imad.

They must have fixed the block line.

As per protocol,
the block instrument must be fixed first.

But how will it help us, sir?

The block instrument connects our station
to the station before us and after us.

Misrod on one side,
Sukhi Sewaniya on the other.

If they fixed even one line…

We can contact them
through the block phone.

Well, it's a shot in the dark.

Gorakhpur Express cannot come here, sir.

I can't lose again, sir.

You tried your best, Imad.

Now go home.

I'll take care of the rest, okay?

Ammi is no more, sir.

My colony is a stone's throw
from the factory.

The gas killed even the repair crew
on the other side.

My mother is no more.

Don't worry, sir, I'm not going anywhere.

Sukhi Sewaniya Station.

Sir, this is Itarsi control.

We haven't been able to contact Bhopal.
Do you have any update?

No, no information yet.

ASM informed me
before the comms were disconnected.

The repairs seem
to be taking longer than usual.

Hold on for a minute.

Hello, Bhopal Junction?

Hello, Sukhi Sewaniya?

Hello?

-What the hell?
-What happened?

Bhopal's block is ringing.

The block's ringing? Is the line up now?

Call them back.

I'll try.

Hello, Bhopal Junction?

Hello?

-Bhopal Junction?
-Can anyone hear me?

Hello--

What happened?

I tried calling them on the block phone,
but no one's answering.

-Hello?
-Hello!

-Hello, Bhopal Junction?
-Hello!

-Hello?
-Hello!

Hello, Bhopal Junction?

Hello?

Hello? Hello, Bhopal Junction?

Hello? I still can't connect with them.

Thank you, Stationmaster.
I'll call you back.

Please standby.

And do you have any update
on the Gorakhpur-Bombay?

It's just a few minutes away.

Okay, I'll call you back.

Sir.

Sir, we still can't reach Bhopal.

God, he's driving me nuts.

Bring in someone else here.
We're waiting on an inspection and he's--

Shall I help, Vinod-ji?

What is he doing here? Call the RPF.

Until he goes to jail and gets beaten up,
he won't understand a thing!

Sorry, sir.

Hello to you too.

-You, what's the problem?
-Sir.

Sir, it's Bhopal Junction.

Something is seriously wrong there.

I just spoke to the stationmaster
of Sukhi Sewaniya.

He was saying
that he's receiving call-to-attention

from Bhopal's block instrument,
but he can't get through.

It happened a couple of times.
I was on the line with him.

-Ashok-ji.
-Sir.

Call the police station
in the Bhopal Junction area.

Yes, sir.

So, Uncle-ji, does this situation
seem normal to you?

Hello?

Hanumanganj Police Station? Yes.

This is Rati Pandey, GM, Central Railways.

Put me through
to your Station House Officer.

I want to speak to the SHO.

Why transfer me
to the District Magistrate? Hello?

Hello, DM office?

Yes, this is Rati Pandey.
GM, Central Railways.

Bhopal--

What?

Oh, God.

Yes, I understand.

Can you send a few officials
to Bhopal Junction?

Okay, thank you.

Take care.

Okay.

What happened, sir? Is everything okay?

There's been a gas leak
at Union Carbide factory.

The city is choking.

The factory is close to Bhopal Junction.

Sir, what if the station staff is…

What's the next train to Bhopal?

Sir, Gorakhpur-Bombay Express.
It will get there any minute.

The last station before Bhopal is
Sukhi Sewaniya.

-Has the train passed yet?
-No, sir, not yet.

-Then get me Sukhi Sewaniya right now.
-Copy, sir.

This is Rati Pandey. GM, Central Railways.

-Yes, sir?
-Turn the signal red.

Stop the Gorakhpur Express.

-The train is already here.
-We don't have time, Stationmaster.

You'll send a thousand to their deaths
if you don't stop it.

Stop the train. Now.

Rajkumar! Stop the train!

Rajkumar!

-Sir?
-Stop the train!

It's already gone. How do I stop it?

-Show the red flag to the guard! Quick!
-Yes, sir!

Guard sahab!

Stop!

Guard!

Stop! Hey!

-Stop, Rajkumar!
-Hey!

It crossed, sir.

We couldn't stop it.

Don't worry, behen-ji.
Everything will be fine.

Subtitle translation by:
Sheela Sijin Mathews

Welcome back, folks. Next up for you,
we have a track from the band Mic Men.

This track has been requested
by Johnny from Park Creek.

So sit back, relax and enjoy!

Fuck.

Professor, you have to see this!

It's hydrogen cyanide, Professor.

In particularly lethal concentrations.
And that's just what we tested for.

Just look at the plant.

We'll put it in our report for Carbide.
For protective measures.

-We'll warn them.
-Warn them?

-We have to warn the world about this.
-Braun, they paid for the tests.

They own the results.

Professor, this could kill people
within a matter of hours, if not minutes.

This is dangerous.

They're planning to use MIC
in their new Sevin plant in Bhopal, India.

Relax, Braun. This isn't chemical warfare.

Even if Carbide tries to cut corners,

you think the Indian Government will
compromise the safety of their people?

-I don't think so.
-But what if they do?

They'll surely mandate that the factory
be placed away from populated areas.

That's standard operating procedure.

You don't know, do you?

Three tanks,
right in the middle of the city.

Braun, keep quiet.

You can't fight these people.

We'll do the rest tomorrow, Lata.

-Go to bed now.
-Okay, ma'am.

Hello, Rajeshwari Janglay here.

This is Rati Pandey, ma'am.

Yes, Rati-ji, tell me, what's the matter?

It's about the Railways, ma'am.
I wouldn't have called otherwise.

Look, if it's about your job,
let me be very clear,

I may be a Director General,
but I'm not above the minister.

I can't do anything. I'm sorry.

Ma'am, I'll serve my notice period
and get out of here.

The department can then operate
without my interference.

This is not the time.
I don't want to talk about it.

There's been an incident.

A big one.

At Bhopal Junction.

-What happened? Collision? Derailment?
-No.

A gas leak
at the chemical factory in Old Bhopal.

We haven't been able to contact
Bhopal Junction in two hours.

That would mean that the staff
is not in a state to operate the station.

At the moment Bhopal Junction
has disappeared from the railway map.

And a thousand on the Gorakhpur Express
are heading towards their death.

Oh, my God!

And, ma'am, my extramarital affair

with the Railway Board
and Ministry is over.

No one will take my call.

-Where are you?
-At Itarsi Junction.

Ma'am, please contact the Ministry.

Manpower, medical supplies,
we need all the help we can get.

We really need
to resume operations immediately.

I can coordinate from here.

Let me talk to them, Rati. Stand by.

Thank you.

Don't do anything until then.

Yeah.

This is Rajeshwari Janglay, DG Personnel.

Connect me to the Minister.

Your kind attention please.

-Ashok-ji.
-Sir?

Alert the Railways hospital.

Get their entire supply
of atropine and Visine here.

Okay, sir.

-Constable sahab.
-Yes, sir?

Oxygen cylinders and oxygen masks,
if they are not in use, bring them here.

-Yes, sir.
-And, Uncle-ji.

Every employee in Itarsi,

especially doctors,
must be at the platform in half an hour.

On duty, off duty, everyone.

Wake them up if they are sleeping.
Get them here when they are up.

Shall we? Let's go, come on.

Come on.

-Benedict.
-Sir?

Can you contact my loco pilot
on the wireless?

Sure, sir.

Ask him to bring me my GM Special.

Copy, sir.

It's on the outskirts of Bhaironpur.
I'm sure you didn't check there.

You aren't a Sikh, motherfucker!

Why are you sacrificing
your life for no reason?

Brother, can't we call
the police for help?

Ma'am, we don't have a wireless.

We'll have to deboard
and connect the wired telephone.

They're gonna die for sure, Guard!
Save your own life!

Open the door, old man!

Scumbags, you better save yourselves!

Grandpa, catch a breath first!

This train is about to reach
Bhopal Station.

The Railway Protection Force will be
waiting there to welcome you, bastards!

-Brother, these fuckers won't listen.
-Then break the door.

Harder!

Why so shy, doll?

Step aside, ma'am!

It's a fuckin' boy.

Ma'am, hold on to something.

It's okay. Don't worry.

You two get out this way. Go on. Leave.

Come on, hurry up. Quick.

Take that, you fucking goon!

Come on, hurry up. Let's get out of here.

Did someone pull the chain?

Mileage. Mileage!

The lines don't seem to be working.
Our luck is rotten!

-Look around. Shout if you see them.
-Okay, Shandilya bhaiya.

Who died?

What? Hey, hey… Guard sahab, who are they?

They are Sikhs.

There were rioters on the train,
so I had to stop it.

God saved us, and so did you.

What can we do by ourselves?
Should we call for help?

The comms aren't working.
I couldn't contact Bhopal.

Okay, but we can get there.
Should I start the train?

No. We have to get rid
of those assholes first.

We have to get them away from the train.

How?

Leave that to me.

You start the train
as soon as you see the flare.

Ma'am, have faith in me.

Son, take care of your mother.

Brother,

may God keep you safe.

You know,

I was also born at a railway station.

Alone.

But I wasn't as lucky as you.

I didn't have
a brother like Markhand with me.

Orphans like us

have to find our own purpose in life.

You may not understand this right now,

but if we escape this place today,
you will.

Come.

Now, let him sleep.

Let him sleep.

Give him a blanket.

Cover him.

We've run out of water.

There's not a drop left.

They won't survive for long.

What do we do, sir?

Gorakhpur hasn't arrived either.

Trains are never this late.
They might have stopped it.

You need to help us-- I mean, them.

Let's keep them inside.
As long as they are in here, they're safe.

Sir, being in here
doesn't mean we are safe.

MIC is slowly killing us.

We must get them out soon.

Let's get out of here in small groups.
We have an engine.

The problem is there's only one engine.

Who do we take first?
How many times will we go to and fro?

Well, no offense to you guys,
but despite being a big railway station,

there are no spare trains here.

Had this been Delhi, in Nizamuddin outer,
there are trains by the dozen…

-A freight train needs to be prepared.
-Okay, sir.

Nishatpura Yard. You went there
to prepare a freight train, right?

-Yes, sir.
-Imad, we need a train.

If we can't get one,

why don't we build one?

How, sir? We don't have passenger coaches.

We just need wagons, Imad.
The freight wagon is right there.

And the engine is right here.

Yes, I will go, sir.

-To build a train?
-Yes. Brother, close the door behind me.

Isn't that the engine driver?

-Constable…
-Sure. I'll go with him, sir.

-I am not scared at all. I'll go--
-Constable, you…

You're not going anywhere.

Hold the fort here.
Don't let anyone leave.

Keep this walkie-talkie.
I'll inform you when the job is done.

-Be ready. Close the door.
-Okay. Sure.

C'mon, get away from the door.

Move. They've gone
to take care of something urgent.

Come here.

Look, I have to take care
of something urgent too.

You're in charge here. Okay?
Take care of everyone. Close the door.

Why am I in charge?
Constable, what's so urgent?

Where are you going?

Listen--

The gas is toxic,

and as of now
there is no specific treatment for this.

DG sir,

health is your department.
Please give us an update.

I had a word with AIIMS.

And with the local hospital in Bhopal.

No one knows the treatment for this.

They only know that it's fatal.

-We'll know more after the first autopsy.
-Right.

But we do know
that people are dying over there.

So, we must send our people to help them--

Then we'll have to send more people
to save the people we sent.

And more, and some more.

You probably didn't hear me.
The air is toxic.

It's not a flood or an earthquake.
We can't go there and rescue them.

I heard you loud and clear. The difference
between you and me, is our thinking.

-Look, ma'am--
-Sir,

we may not be able to treat them,

but we can surely evacuate them.

And that's what Railways does,
takes people from one place to another.

Take them safely, Rajeshwari.

No trains should go towards Bhopal.

Freight, passenger, none.

But, sir, Bhopal is at the center
of the railway network.

We'll have to reroute umpteen trains.

-So do it.
-Sir!

So, we won't send them any help at all?

Rajeshwari, you said it yourself.

Gorakhpur Express went towards Bhopal,
but there's no sign of it now.

It has about 1,000 passengers, right?

And you still want
to send more of our people there?

-Sir--
-No chance, Rajeshwari.

Sir, please think about it again.

Sir, they really need help--

Come on, send out the orders, and inform
the operators in the control room.

Rati, the Minister didn't agree.

Ma'am, then we should prepare
to pick up dead bodies.

Anyway, I'm sure you tried your best.

I did, Rati.

Your efforts are usually quite scary.

The last time you made an effort,

I lost my job.

I've said it a hundred times,
they were the Minister's orders.

My hands were tied.

No one can sign with tied hands, ma'am.

And the letter had your signature.

Anyway, you'll never admit it
and I'll never forget it.

Anyway,

It seems Bhopal Junction has
run out of luck today.

We still have a chance, Rati.

For what?

All the trains are being diverted.
It's a huge operation.

It'll take time.

What are you trying to say?

Before the orders reach Misrod,
if you can cross it…

Misrod?

-The last station south of Bhopal?
-Yes.

Am I really talking to Rajeshwari Janglay?

No, you're talking to the DG Personnel.
Now hurry up.

-Manik.
-Sir.

Ashok-ji, how many
family members do you have?

Sir, my grandmother passed away last week.

So we're only six now.

But my wife is pregnant.

So we'll be seven again next week.

Attaboy!

Congratulations! That's fantastic, buddy.

And, you in the yellow shirt,
how many do you have in your family?

Sir, 11. More than Ashok-ji's family.

He's started a competition!
Can anyone top him?

-Sir, 12!
-Twelve!

-Thirteen!
-Thirteen--

An entire cricket team at home!

Vinod-ji, your hand is up. Tell me.

Sir, 32.

Thirty-two!

He's the one who created Itarsi's army!

That's why he's always in a bad mood.

Sir, how many do you have in your family?

1,572,211.

That was the number before the night shift
started at Bhopal Junction.

Bhopal Junction is
in the clutches of a dangerous gas.

We don't know how to stop it.

We don't know how to protect ourselves.

All we know is

that our people
at Bhopal Junction have died

trying to fight it.

And the ones who've survived

are fools.

Because they think help will come.

But no help is coming to them.

Railways is closing
all the routes leading to them.

They are leaving them to their plight.

If I could talk to the survivors,
I would have told them

that they are all fools.

I came here today
to inspect your railway station.

To see if everything
is working fine in Itarsi.

Years ago, a senior told me

that a station is not run by its machines,
but by its people.

So, I didn't come here today
to check engines, control panels,

signal or tracks.

I came here

to see the soul of Itarsi's staff.

Well, I'm also a bit of a fool.

I won't be able to abandon Bhopal.

And I know I won't be able
to do much by myself, but I'm still going.

The thing is,

only a fool would try
to help others at such a time.

Or one of their own.

-Master.
-Yes, sir?

I won't be able to fit so many.

-Benedict.
-Sir.

You have to keep the tracks clear for us.

The tracks from here to Bhopal
must remain clear.

On an emergency basis.

Sir, the tracks will be clear till Misrod.

I can guarantee that.

But sir, I can't guarantee when or where
the Gorakhpur Express might appear.

I know that. That's why
there's something else you need to do.

Benedict, call Bhopal's
police control room

and ask them
to send a constable to the station.

Inform them help is on its way.

Ask them to keep the up line clear.
We'll arrive on platform 1.

-Right, sir.
-Thank you.

-Master, shall we?
-Yes, sir.

I want all three.

We searched the whole train, brother.

-What was that?
-Look over there, brother!

-Where is he?
-He was right there.

There's that motherfucking guard!

Fuck you!

-He seems to have a gun, brother.
-If you're so scared, stick together.

Guard, motherfucker!

Someone's over there. Come!

Come on, hurry up!

-It wasn't a gun.
-It looks like a firecracker, brother.

Those were railway detonators.

He fooled us.

There's the flare.

Did he get on the train?

There he is!

Motherfucker!

Kill him!

Brother, the train is leaving!

We are in a chemically insulated office,
but the city isn't.

Please, Mr. Madsen,
let's warn the local administration.

I'm not calling anyone.

I'm not opening the gates to anyone.

Not until we call HQ in America.

But that's red tape.

Which is exactly what used
to annoy you about this country.

And now, you are hiding behind it?

Look, you and I both know
what this gas is capable of, Mr. Madsen.

-Hello.
-Am I speaking to Mr. Madsen?

General Manager of Union Carbide's
Bhopal factory?

Yes, you are.

This is the District Magistrate speaking.

I have been told that there is
some sort of a leak at your factory?

Yes, that's correct.

What exactly does this gas do?

There might be some sensitivity
in the eyes.

Nothing saline eye drops won't fix.

What are you saying? It is dangerous.

The gas will dissipate by itself
soon enough.

People are dead on the street, Mr. Madsen.
So stop stalling.

What does it do?

It's not lethal, sir.

That's the company line.

Well, Mr. Madsen, I'll need to tackle
this crisis first, but be assured,

we will deal with you eventually.

Of course, Magistrate.

As always, Carbide extends its
full cooperation with your authorities.

You just lied to them.

There's no antidote.

What's the use
of creating unnecessary panic?

But the toxicology studies
conducted by Carbide in '63 and '70.

There might be some antidote.

Let the management deal with that.

Let me clear up this mess.

Mr. Kamruddin!

Nafisa-ji!

I got the report, Kumawat.
Let's meet at my house.

This is my home. My people will die.

Khaala!

Yes, Mr. Das!

Open the gates!

Why don't you open it?

Nafisa-ji!

-Nafisa-ji!
-Open it.

Nafisa-ji!

-You should take care of yourself.
-Open it!

Nafisa-ji, come with me.

-No!
-This place is not safe for you.

-There's poison everywhere. Come with me!
-No…

That's it. I'm taking you to the hospital.

-Nafisa-ji, let's go.
-No.

Nafisa-ji, your baby.

Think of your baby.
That's the most important thing right now.

-Right?
-Yes.

I'll be right back.
Just hold on for a moment.

Just hold on. I'll be right there.

Come, come with me!

You shouldn't have come here.

Be careful.

Sit. Yes.

Nafisa-ji, my eyes are burning.

-Keep talking to me.
-Okay.

-Please keep talking.
-Okay.

-Straight.
-Keep telling me the way as well.

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

To our guest, Alex Braun.

Cheers!

I hope Germany continues to need
cheap Indian medicines.

Hope so.

Very well said, Mr. Poddar.

How long do we need to put up with them?

Anything for money, Mr. Poddar.

Excuse me, sir. There is a call
for you from the German Embassy.

-Okay. Excuse me.
-Sure.

German Embassy. Did you hear that?

Alex, it's for you.

Hello, who's this?

What do you mean
you can't tell me your name?

I am sorry, did I hear that correctly?

Did you say "MIC"?

Yes, there is an antidote.

Sir, don't worry.

I'll let them know. I…

All right, I won't mention this call.

SM sir!

SM, sir! Are you okay?

Who the hell are you?

What are you doing near the safe?

Where is SM sir?

Look, your stationmaster has
already taken off.

It's now time to sort you out.

I'll get the keys for the freight train.

-Keep the engine ready, Imad.
-Yes, sir.

Mr. Secretary, I was wondering
if I can have a word.

Ms. Janglay,
we're in the midst of a crisis.

-Not the right time to talk, please.
-It's about that crisis, sir.

I think the Railways can help in Bhopal.

We can activate Railways' relief network.

With your permission, we'll send them in.

My permission? What do you mean?
What about your ministry?

The Minister is slightly hesitant.

If the PMO sends a formal request,
he will agree.

Ms. Janglay, there's something
called a chain of command.

Please excuse me.

Mr. Secretary,
may I have a moment of your time?

It's about the situation in Bhopal.

Apologies, Mr. Ambassador,
this is an internal matter.

But, sir. We have the antidote.

Wait one moment, Herr Braun.
Let me see if I can try again.

Excuse me.

May I know what this is about?

My name is Alex Braun.

I am a toxicologist.

And I've received word
that there was a gas leak in Bhopal.

And I worked on the initial studies
of the gas in question.

And you just happen to be in India?

Look, call it a twist of fate
or serendipity or just plain good luck.

Because it's the only good luck
you are going to get tonight.

Because I know the antidote for MIC.

-An antidote?
-Yes.

There is an antidote?

Yes. It's called sodium thiosulfate.

When it is administered early,

the survival rates
multiply many, many times.

It's simple, it's effective.

I saw you talking
to the Principal Secretary. I--

Just a minute.

So where do we get this from?

Is it available somewhere?

Yes! I know people in the city.

Pharmaceutical company owners,
bulk medicine shippers.

They are already preparing
vials of sodium thiosulfate

to send to Bhopal.

Ma'am, please,
these people don't have lot of time.

We have to get it to them
in the fastest way possible.

Dr. Drolia.

Thank you.

-What medicine are you using?
-Medicine?

People performing CPR are fainting.

And the nurses with years of experience
can't even find a pulse.

People who have been declared dead
are coming back to life.

You're asking about medicine,
we don't even know the damn illness.

Nurse.

I came with a pregnant lady.
Have you seen her?

I was looking for you. She's in surgery.

The surgeon wants her antenatal report.
Do you have it?

No. Is everything okay?

No. Do you know
the month of her pregnancy?

Sixth or seventh.

Medical reports, records,
ultrasound, anything?

-Do you have her reports?
-I'm not her husband, but let me check.

Tyson report?

You did it, Mr. Kamruddin.

Abbu, put on your shoes.
I'll take you to the hospital.

Adil, my son, let's wait.

Please don't argue.
We've waited long enough.

Bhaisaab, going out is suicide.
The stationmaster will be here soon--

The stationmaster took off!

Everyone fooled us and took off!

No one is coming for us!

Adil, let's wait.

Look at your father. He'll die outside.

Don't be hasty. Let him stay.

If I let him stay, he'll die anyway.

No one's coming to rescue him.

Forget the hospital,
you won't make it out of the station.

-Your stupidity will cost him his life!
-Mind your own business!

-Come to your senses!
-You motherf--

Adil!

Constable, where are you?

Constable! Come in, constable!
How did this window break?

I told you to take care of things!
Constable!

What's this?

If you utter a word to the stationmaster,
I won't hesitate to use this.

Fuck off! I'm not scared of you.

But the station needs you tonight.

-Prasad?
-Yes, SM sir!

-Open the wagon, Prasad!
-Yes, sir.

Come on! Quick!

Everyone in the wagon! Quick!

I'll take him.

Hurry up, get in!

Go on! Go, go, go!

Go on! Don't worry.

-Keep moving.
-Are you ready, girls?

Himani, take a deep breath.

Girls, it's just another race. Go.

Come on, go.

Kid, come on, we gotta go.

Hurry up. Come on.

-No, sir. No.
-Listen to me.

I told you we have to find
the purpose of our life ourselves.

Right? Come on, kid.

There's no time.

Come on. Come.

Come on, pull your leg out.

Come on. Let's go.

Go inside.

Prasad! Get the Petromax!

-Petromax!
-Where's Himani?

-Himani!
-Himani!

Himani!

Himani!

In our team, even the swimmers can't swim.

"Help me, I can't breathe."

Take a deep breath.

Girls, it's just another race.

Amma!

On your mark, get set…

She won't be able to do it alone.

-Let's go!
-Hey, wait!

Sir, Petromax.

Let's go.

Let's go. Are you waiting
for the stars to align?

Let's go, Imad.

Sir, Indian Railways' speed record is
going to break today.

Guard sahab, what happened?

Tell…

Tell that mother and son
everything will be fine.

Okay.

We'll reach Bhopal soon.

Everything will be all right.

What happened?

It's not working, sir. It's not starting.

Sir…

Sir, the throttle isn't working.
The engine was still being tested.

-Oh, God, what's going on?
-What's this new mess?

-It just came in from the repair shed.
-Buddy, what are you-- Start it.

Give it a try.

We're stuck.

Subtitle translation by:
Sheela Sijin Mathews

HOUSE FOR SALE

No pension for the last three months?

They say some people took more money
than what was rightfully due.

They talk about rights.

We also had the right to live.

Mr. Kamruddin did, and so did our child.

And how much is the pension?

300 rupees a month.

Just 300 rupees?

Excuse me.

The houses have roofs,
but the sewers are open.

Three people died of cholera last year.

Keep your nose covered.

The city is clear of the gas now.

But we still need masks here.

Which one is your house?

That one. Number 1918.

The women whose sons got jobs,

they rented out their houses
and moved in with them.

Who will do that for me?

Noman, beta, don't go outside the colony.

Ms. Janglay,

I've been looking for you
all over Rail Sadan.

I'm sorry,

I'm here without an appointment.

And you are?

You can call me Mirza.

But who are you?

Ms. Janglay,

if I am at Rail Sadan at this hour
with the Director General of Railways,

I must be someone important.

Security--

Well, whoever you are,
please take an appointment.

I am busy right now.

There's a toxicologist, Mr. Alex Braun.

He's about to reach Bhopal with your help.

Along with sodium thiosulfate.

And as you know,

sodium thiosulfate is used
in cases of cyanide poisoning.

If it is used
to save the victims in Bhopal,

you can imagine the panic it would cause.

And information of Carbide's gas
breaking into cyanide

would be troubling for my clients,
were it to go public.

And my clients
wish to express their support to you.

And their support

is quite substantial.

Thank you for bringing me
your clients' message.

Thank you, Ms. Janglay.

Could you please convey to them
a small message from me?

Why, of course!

Tell them to fuck off.

And if I ever see you around again,
I'll have you locked up, Mirza.

Good luck, Ms. Janglay.
But I never said that was my name.

Mr. Braun is with you?

Yes, Mr. Braun is here.

Everything is ready.
It's being loaded as we speak.

-Flight on time?
-Departure is in 25 minutes.

Thank you, Prasiddh.

Come on, Rajeshwari. Glad to be of help.

Excuse me.

Have the vials been loaded?

-Moving towards the runway, sir.
-Copy that.

Anything we should know?
Flammable, unstable?

No. This is sodium thiosulfate.
It's medical grade.

Very well secured in sealed vials.

It's perfectly safe
to transport by flight.

Well, then you should head to the gate.
I'll walk you.

Yeah, hello?

Hello, Mr. Madsen?

Yeah, who is this?

This is Kumawat.

-And I'm a--
-Fucking reporter!

I know what all you are talking in there.

You're deciding
whether to call this incident an accident,

or sabotage or worker negligence.

You wanted to claim
that you ran a world-class facility

and this unfortunate incident
was beyond your control.

It's a good defense.
Very good defense, I must admit.

But I have in my hand a copy of a report

from two years back.

By a gentleman named C.S. Tyson.

You knew.

Carbide knew there were hazards,

potentially life-threatening hazards.

And you did nothing.

That's culpable in any court in the world.

You have a copy of the 1982 safety report.

Yes.

Oh, my God. And here I thought
you actually had something.

-Can you read?
-Of course, I can read.

Then go to page 78.

It's an addendum to the original report.

A reply by the Bhopal factory
to the HQ in the US.

It exonerates us, Mr. Kumawat.

It says that we rectified the mistakes,

that this was beyond our control.

The document in your hand
is not going to condemn Carbide,

but save us.

You're not bringing that to court.

We are.

Pandey-ji, someone's alive there.
Pandey-ji!

Pandey-ji!

Pandey-ji?

Pandey-ji!

Unit 8, come in.

Unit 8, come in, Unit 8.

Unit 8, can you hear us?

Unit 8, come in!

I'm near the old mosque, sir. Go ahead.

Listen carefully.
We have a message for Bhopal Junction.

A relief train is coming from Itarsi.

I repeat,
a relief train is coming from Itarsi.

They need platform 1 clear.

I repeat, they need platform 1 clear.

Unit 8, come in, Unit 8.

-How many people were in the jeep?
-Did you the receive the message?

Did you receive the message? Do you copy?

Why isn't the train moving?

If we remain stuck here,

the next train, be it Gorakhphur
or relief, will collide with us.

No one will survive.

God knows what's going on.

Between the devil and the deep blue sea.

Our luck's rotten.

What do we do now, SM sir?

The waiting hall's glass is shattered too.

SM sir? What do we do, sir?

I'll tell you what to do.

Look, it's simple.

Tell the people in the wagon
that the engine isn't working.

They take care of themselves and--

We take care of ourselves.
Let's get out of here.

I'm making sense, right?

I haven't slept

for the last 10 years.

I wander in my thoughts sleeplessly,

day and night.

And all this because

I owe a life.

That boy was just…

eight years old…

and he died in front of me.

Just a few more steps,

and I could've saved him.

Just a few more moments.

I would've pulled him up.

If I had chosen him over myself,

I would be able to sleep peacefully.

One life…

took away my sleep.

Here, we have a hundred.

If anything happens to them,

I don't want to know what I'll lose.

Whoever wants to go, can go, please.

But as long as I'm alive,

I won't go anywhere.

No.

Prasad, isn't that sound from the north?

Gorakhpur Express!
Take the walkie! Remove the brakes.

Sir, the train must be speeding.
It'll crash into us.

I'm opening the wagon to get everyone out.

No, Imad, no!

Imad, we are getting
another chance to save them.

The Gorakhpur was scheduled to stop here.
They'll surely slow down.

We'll join Gorakhpur to our wagon
and get them all out of here.

We just need to signal the pilot
that there's danger here.

-Sir, I'm going.
-Where are you going?

Sir, you had said
that we don't get second chances.

I'm getting one, sir.

It is my fault
that the communications are down.

Only when I fix the detonators,

will the pilot receive the signal
and apply the brakes.

I misunderstood you, Prasad.

Forgive me if you can.

-Imad.
-Got it, sir.

I'm going to clear the way for Gorakhpur.

I'll turn the south signal green.
The pilot won't hesitate to head out.

Okay.

Sir,

my family's coming
on the Gorakhpur Express.

A woman, a little girl and a baby.

Please keep them safe.

And tell them Imad will be right back.

You came here
for something else, Constable…

What?

The Express Bandit won't dare
to set foot in Bhopal tonight, right?

Yes, sir.

The station needs you, Constable.

Can I trust you?

The man more than the uniform, sir.

-Guard sahab…
-What happened?

Did he get on? Is he all right?

He has been stabbed in the back.

We'll reach Bhopal soon.

Look, Salima, there's the station.

Detonator!

Constable! Prasad did it.

The train is getting close.

Stop!

Abbu, there's a train.

Passengers of Gorakhpur Express,
please stay inside!

Your life is in danger.

Do not come outside.

There's Misrod.

We're almost there.

Come on.

Speed it up, Master.
We have to cross Misrod quickly.

The people at Bhopal Junction
won't last long without our help. Come on.

Chhindwara Mail has been rerouted.

-Freight train stopped at Vidisha.
-Down track at Indore closed!

Why is the Narmada Special still moving?

We missed it at Akodia, sir.

Listen up, everyone!
There's no room for mistakes.

The Minister has ordered
that no train should reach Bhopal.

It's green. Step on it.

Come on. Faster.

Sir, please listen to this.

It's Misrod's stationmaster.

He says GM Special is
approaching them from the south.

This guy is always trouble.
Stop him immediately.

Got it, sir. On it right away.

Mishra! Turn the signal red.

-Stop the train.
-Yes, sir!

Why isn't it slowing down?

Why isn't it slowing down?

Mishra, change the tracks!

-Divert it to the siding!
-Yes, sir!

Come on.

What is he doing?

Rati Pandey is a few kilometers away

with doctors and Railways personnel.

And all of them volunteered to go there.

If they die, who will be answerable?
Me or you?

Sir, it might not come to that.

There's a medicine to cure
the effect of the gas, an antidote.

-Sodium thiosulfate.
-That German?

Alex Braun.

-You know?
-Everyone knows.

He was detained at the Delhi Airport.

He has been deported back to his country.

There was a tip-off.

Didn't you get the memo?

Mirza…

Sir, Rati has doctors.

And Braun had the antidote.

We can administer that antidote
as soon as it reaches Bhopal--

-We can save lives, sir.
-Don't speak like a layperson, Rajeshwari.

Can the Government
take a foreigner at his word

and administer
an untested chemical to patients?

Attention!

-Salima! Wait.
-Stay on the train. Please don't come out.

-Attention, please!
-Where are you going? Go inside!

-Where do I go?
-There is gas everywhere!

Listen to the announcement. Go inside!

-The air is poisonous!
-Salima!

Please listen carefully.

-Cover your face with a wet cloth.
-Listen to the announcement.

Cover your face.

Shut the windows.

Close the windows!
Cover your face with a cloth!

Stay seated.

-Close the windows!
-This train will depart soon.

-SM sir.
-What happened, Imad?

The signal is green. The tracks are clear.

-Sir, where do we go?
-Get inside!

Well done, Imad. Now come back.

Board the train and find your family.
Your shift is over.

-Ammi!
-Salima!

What's going on? Are you okay?

The guard is injured too.
He needs a doctor.

They were in a mishap too.
They need help--

No, we can't do anything.

This train can't stay here.

There are a hundred people in that wagon.
And a thousand on this train.

-Everyone will die if you don't leave.
-But, sir, how can we leave before time?

Here are your orders. Take it.

Breaking the protocol is on me.

-You follow the orders.
-Okay, sir.

I'll couple the trains.
Leave as soon as it's done.

Open the door!

Constable, get everyone inside!
The train is about to leave.

Yes, sir! Get in.

Get in. Stay in there. Shut the door.

The station staff did it.

Hurry up, we'll miss the train! Quick!

Keep moving. Keep--

Easy!

Where did they come from?

Rahi, come quickly! There's a train here.

Sir, a whole lot more people have come in.

-Pilot, give me three minutes.
-Okay, sir.

After that, move the train, come what may.

Okay, sir.

Just three minutes.

Get in the coaches!

The train is about to leave!

Get in the coaches!

Get in!

Come on, get in!

This way!

Get in! The train is about to leave!

Sir! Where did all these people come from?

They are the Ijtema pilgrims.

Ijtema pilgrims.
The train leaves in three minutes!

-Get everyone inside.
-Okay.

You take the charge here.
I'll go towards the back.

Sir, careful!

Sir, your… Sir!

-Get in, everyone!
-Sir.

Open the door!

Come on, get in! Get in!

Salima!

Watch out. Careful! Keep moving.

Cover your faces! Make space.

Thank you for trying.

I'm sorry I couldn't do more.

And I'm not talking about just today.

Rajeshwari…

I know I've been blaming you.

But the truth is,
I lost my job because of myself.

You couldn't have prevented it.

I could have fought harder.

-But I was more worried about my own job.
-No.

I was asking you
to put your career at stake.

I had no right.

I'm sorry, Rajeshwari.

Forgive me if you can.

Come back, Rati.

Come home.

Where else will I go?

Of course, I'll come home.

One last job to do.

I'll finish it and come.

Okay.

-Master, prime the engine. We're leaving.
-Okay, sir.

Sir, what are you doing?
I have orders. I can't let you go.

Really?

And how will you stop me?

I don't see any
Railway Protection Force officers.

And as far as this guy is concerned,
he came with me.

Sir, it's Benedict from Itarsi.
It's urgent. Talk to him, please.

-Yes, Benedict. Quickly.
-They're coming, sir.

From all over.

Everyone has revolted, sir.

They've thrown the orders in the dustbin.

The news has spread
across the Indian Railways.

They know that you've been stopped.
And now they won't hold themselves back.

Jhansi is sending a relief train, sir.

Supplies are coming in from Jabalpur.

And the Medical Special from Indore.

They're coming from everywhere, sir.

They are all coming.

Thank you, Benedict.

Oh, no, no!

Don't close it. No.

Open it. Open the door.

It's time.

Keep going.

The train is about to leave.
Keep moving quickly.

The train will leave now.
Head to the guard's cabin.

Everyone, come!

Open the door.

Guard…

Help. Help him.

We'll reach Misrod soon.

You'll get medical help there.

I am sorry, Guard sahab.

Everything will be fine.

We'll reach Bhopal Junction soon.

The train is leaving. Get in.

The train is about to leave.

Get in. Keep going! Come on!

Open the door!

This way.

Come this way. Help her in.

You should come in too, sir. Come in.

-Come, sir.
-Yes.

Constable!

A relief train from Itarsi…

One…

-Platform 1…
-Platform 1?

Come inside. Come…

Damn it!

Fuck!

Come up!

Hello, Imad?

Imad, can you hear me?

-Yes, tell me, Constable.
-Stay where you are.

Listen to me carefully.
A train is coming on platform 1.

-How do you know?
-A policeman told me.

It's coming from Itarsi.

They must be sending relief.

But the Gorakhpur has left the station.

Both are on the up line,
so they are on the same track.

How do we stop this? Imad?

What do we do, Imad?

The stationmaster isn't here either.
I don't know what to do.

Imad!

Imad!

It's okay, girls.

We are okay.

Sir, there is no sign
of the Gorakhpur Express.

Ammi!

Did you hear that?

It's on the same track! Stop!

Salima!

Hey, Salima.

My family's coming
on the Gorakhpur Express.

A woman, a little girl and a baby.

Please keep them safe.

It's my city, my home.

If something goes wrong,
my people will die.

Sir. Sir…

I…

I could not save everyone.

A relief train is coming from Itarsi.

They got your message, sir.

The train… Sir, the train is here.

You saved everyone, sir.

Ma'am, don't take off the mask.

Where is he?

Your son is fine.

He is under doctors' observation
for a few hours.

They'll bring him to you soon.

Put it on my son.

May Allah bless him.

Thank you, Kumawat bhai.

Nurse,

will the baby be okay?

The mother's condition was bad. The baby's
oxygen was cut off for a long time.

White-matter brain injury is possible.

Even if he lives, we don't know the extent
of the neurological implications.

Nurse…

please.

We belong to Allah,
and indeed to Him we will return.

Do you remember the tune of the lullaby
that maa used to sing to us?

Can you hum it?

-You must remember--
-I don't.

O gentle sleep

Fill my eyes with sweet dreams

O gentle sleep

Take away these dark nights

Come to me, come to me

Take the night away, take it away

O gentle sleep

Fill my eyes with sweet dreams

These broken dreams

Make them whole again

Together we shall

Make the dawn glow with bright light

Is Rati Pandey in the Railways
to do as he pleases?

He has reached Bhopal.

You know what, Rajeshwari,

get me the names
of four to five ringleaders.

They set out to be heroes.
We need to make an example out of them.

After such a huge mess up,
there will be an inquiry.

-It's important that we have--
-A scapegoat.

I understand, sir.

I'll send my resignation
by the end of day.

Those people risked their lives
and went to Bhopal

to save their fellow railway men.

Their reward can't be jail.

Sir, I take the responsibility
for miscommunicating your orders.

My mistake, my negligence,
my neck on the line.

Don't you care about your job?

A lot.

That's why I'm doing it.

We shall breathe again

Hearts will beat again

On the branches of hope

A little bird will sing again

This world will come to flower again

Come to me, come to me

Take the night away, take it away

O gentle sleep

Fill my eyes with sweet dreams

O gentle sleep

Take away these dark nights

Come to me, come to me

O gentle sleep

Fill my eyes with sweet dreams

-O gentle sleep
-Come to me, come to me

-Take away these dark nights
-Come to me

Come to me

Sir, the air is clear now.

-Master.
-Sir?

-Has the relief reached hospitals?
-Yes, sir, it has.

Your kind attention please.

The Bhopal to Delhi relief train is
scheduled to arrive on platform number 1.

Break open the safe.

Sir.

The money is gone. Safe's empty.

What nonsense?

There was more than 10 million in there.

-Let's go.
-Who knows?

The stationmaster is missing too.

His wallet is in there
but the key to the safe is missing.

What if the stationmaster…

-He was the one with the key.
-Yes.

Looks like he's disappeared with the cash.

Fucking traitor!

Let's inform the GM right away.

Excuse me!

Is the stationmaster here?

One minute, let him in.

Iftekaar Siddiqui. He's my father.
He hasn't come home since last night.

Station personnel.
Kshitij Tiwari, Vishwas Bhardwaj,

Akshat Sharma, Vijaya, Yogendra.

We found the last two on the tracks.

ASM Ishwar Prasad to the north,

and to the South, loco pilot, Imad Riaz.

Sorry, brother, we haven't found
any other station personnel.

The unidentified bodies
have been taken to the big ground.

You can check there.

I don't know what you've heard about me,

but I don't take unfounded accusations
against my people lightly.

Sir, Stationmaster Siddiqui is missing.

The keys were with him last night.

Now he's gone… and so is the money!

Sir, this was empty!

Inspector, did you see the safe empty?

No, sir. I was outside.

You pointed a finger
at the railway men so easily.

Open your eyes and look around.

There'd be another 1,000 bodies had
someone not sent the block signal to us.

If someone hadn't built a train.

If someone hadn't sent
the Gorakhpur on its way.

Could anyone other than
the stationmaster and his men do it?

Trust me, the safe was empty.

How would I know? I was standing outside.

Where to?

Delhi.

I am also leaving for Delhi.

This…

This city didn't suit me.

This city isn't bad, brother.

You just chose the wrong day.

Night.

Well,

you look like you fought
quite a battle last night.

Not yet, my friend.

The battle has just begun.

Your kind attention please.

The Bhopal-Delhi Relief Special
leaving from Bhopal via Gwalior

to Delhi will be arriving
on platform number 1.

Iftekaar Siddiqui!

Iftekaar Siddiqui!

Come, let's get another one.

Give me a hand.

What the fuck!

The train's leaving! Go. Get inside.

Sir, come with us.

Gas… Board the train.

You are all right.

-Sir, come with us.
-The train's here. Look…

Sir, you're fine. Absolutely fine. Come.

Don't they check the pulse?

This is the fourth one since morning.

Where do you live?

-Get up--
-What is this?

-Get up, please.
-What is this?

-Get up.
-What is going on?

-Hold his hands.
-I'm holding them.

They must be alive!

Everything is being checked. Don't worry.

No one is alive.

-No!
-Sir, please stop!

Stop right there!

There's fire there!

Come with us. Come on.

Someone save them.

No one is alive here!

Someone save them.

We are checking everyone.

Abbu!

Yes.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Abbu, let's go home.

-Let's go home.
-Yes.

RAILWAY WORKERS MEMORIAL
GAS TRAGEDY - 3 DECEMBER 1984

MEMORIAL
2-3 DECEMBER 1984

ISHWAR KUMAR PRASAD
IMAD RIAZ - VIJAYA DEVI

You seem busy, Stationmaster sahab.

Constable?

I thought you didn't survive that night.

Sir, I survived, but you… How?

I really believed you didn't make it.

Well, there was someone
who took me for dead

and made away with keys
to the safe from my pocket.

Maybe he didn't find your pulse.

Strange though, he only took the keys,

not the money.

Sir, don't the Railways
award medals for bravery?

Why?

Sir, what I saw you doing that night…

I was just doing my duty, Constable.

I have something for you.

Here…

What is this?

No, sir, this belongs to you.

Consider it a medal and keep it.

As you know, the chai is good here.

Yes.

-Let's have a cup.
-Sure.

Oh!

No, sir, I won't be able
to join you for chai today.

Why?

My ride's here, sir. Gotta go.

Yes.

Don't rob anyone on this train,
Mr. Express Bandit.

I won't spare you this time.

Not Express Bandit, sir,

Balwant Yadav.

Sohini, look who is here!

You had said that we don't
get second chances. I'm getting one, sir.

Something else at Bhopal Junction
isn't working right.

Your clock is two minutes ahead.

Imad Riaz.

Subtitle translation by:
Sheela Sijin Mathews