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[wind gusting softly]

[breathing deeply]

[men coughing and wheezing]

[man] Do you know what the punishment is for taking one life in this country?

[reporter] Tell us who you've arrested?

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

-You've arrested Mr. Anderson? -Yes.

-Board chairman? -Yes, we have.

[dramatic music playing]

[man] Gandhi-ji once said,

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

He was right,

and yet, the man who took his life was hanged.

But then, that was the life of a mahatma.

I'm here to solve a problem.

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

to lend any assistance possible.

[reporter] So what are you going to do now?

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

-[reporter] And have him freed? -Whatever needs to be done.

[man] The truth is that in this country,

if there is anything that's cheaper than Dandi salt and khadi cloth,

it's the life, the life of a common man.

"Non-violence is the highest principle."

-Isn't that what Gandhi-ji said? -[siren wailing]

But in this country, what happens to those who violate that principle?

What do they get when they take 15,000 lives?

As punishment, they get a government plane,

complete with VIP service.

Treated like royalty on a luxurious flight home,

laden with caviar and champagne.

And we?

We were here. We're still here, and we'll always remain here.

Trying to find the meaning in Gandhi-ji's ideals

in a country that neither punishes those who take lives,

nor rewards those who save them.

[theme music playing]

[whistle blowing in distance]

[train chugging]

[train horn blares]

[brakes squealing]

[loud thud]

[whistle blowing]

[train horn blaring]

Uncle!

[boy yells]

[boy screaming]

[man groans]

[groans]

Good morning, Abbu.

[man sighs]

[newsreader speaking Hindi on TV]

-Munisa, can I get some tea? -Uh...

-I haven't made your breakfast yet. -No, I'm not hungry. I just want some tea.

[Munisa] What happened? Don't you have night duty today?

Yeah, but the Ijtema crowd will arrive, so the station has to be ready.

[TV chatter continues indistinctly]

[scoffs] What rubbish!

[in Hindi] When a big tree falls down, the ground below it shakes.

[in English] Look what's happened to the sardars, and just look at him.

She was his mother, beta.

It's hard to know what's right or wrong after such a tragedy.

[Nawaz] You have no idea how this world works.

-So just let it be. -What about your job, Nawaz?

Did you go to the bureau?

Didn't I tell you?

There's a job in the railways. An opening.

It's decent work.

The pay is not bad. What more do you want?

Abbu, I've told you a million times already.

I'm not going to wear a black coat and be a government servant all my life.

I have an interview tomorrow with Union Carbide.

Union Car...

You want to work in a place like that?

No values, no proper method of functioning.

That company can go to any extent to make money,

and you want to work in that company?

Do you want to earn some respect or just money?

[factory sirens wailing]

MIC! The MIC's reached 100 degrees! Check the pressure!

The pressure is rising fast! Twenty-five psi!

The MIC tank can't take this!

Temperature and pressure are out of control!

Please do something or the gas will leak!

-Someone call Kamruddin right now! -Come on! Lift him up! Be careful!

Take him to the medical wing right now!

Bloody hell!

How did this happen?

Should we burn off some gas with the flare pipe?

The flare pipes melted three months ago.

[men shouting indistinctly]

-Were they cleaning the pipes? -No, I don't know about any cleaning.

-Did you put the slip blinds? -Slip blinds? I don't know, sir.

Sir, where are you going?

To check the tank.

If the MIC tank overheats, it could explode.

[men clamoring]

[sighs]

It's freezing cold. Bloody hell.

The meter at the plant is faulty.

-Everything's fine. -[man] Yes, sir!

Pressure, two psi. Temperature, ten degrees.

Everything's fine. Your gauge is faulty. Just get rid of it.

Get back to work.

Sir!

You can get work done without creating havoc.

Don't you dare press the alarm without...

-Don't worry, Kamruddin. -[alarm stops]

I got the alarm for you.

[on bullhorn] I don't wanna hear that sound

unless someone is dead

or dying.

Find the worker who hit the alarm. Get rid of him.

Yes, sir.

Are you all happy now?

[Imad] You already know everything, Kumawat bhai.

Why do you want to hear it again?

[Kumawat] Like I told you before,

the lawyer from Delhi wants to hear it.

He wants to see if the case is strong enough.

It's your first day today.

You think it's easy getting a job in the railways?

You have three more people to look after now.

-[Imad] That's why I took the job, Ammi. -[mother] Hmm.

[Imad] I won't lie. I'm also doing this for myself.

-I'm recording now, Imad. -[Imad] Okay.

Mr. Mirchandani, hear it for yourself and decide.

My name is Imad Riaz. I'm from Berasia, Bhopal district.

[Kumawat] So do you work for Union Carbide?

No, but I used to.

-What was your job? -I used to drive their trucks.

Carbide makes chemicals to protect crops. To kill insects. Pesticides.

Now, carbide uses a chemical to manufacture this pesticide, MIC.

Methyl isocyanate.

So where does the MIC come from?

Made at the factory, or brought in from abroad?

It's made here now.

That wasn't the case earlier.

It used to come in big ships from the US.

It was my job to bring it from Trombay dockyard to Bhopal.

What kind of chemical is this?

Could you tell me something about it?

The engineers there used to call it liquid dynamite,

the most dangerous and volatile chemical in the factory.

They keep it buried in cement tanks.

They have three tankers.

Three tankers, 40 tones each.

Three tanks of MIC!

Everyone is scared of it, and they should be.

Why?

Miya, I used to bring barrels of it in trucks,

and it used to rain.

And sometimes the barrels weren't even sealed properly.

You know if MIC mixes with a single drop of water,

it could be a disaster.

It could become poison and spread through the air.

One breath, and you're done for.

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

Wea... We never got any.

-Didn't you ask for them? -Ask?

We asked. We complained, demanded. We made a big fuss.

But didn't they take any action?

Of course they did. They did by kicking me out of my job.

[man] Khala?

[mother] It's ready.

Give it to him.

-[man] How much is it? -[Imad] Twenty paise.

Who threw you out of your job? And who is it that runs the factory now?

[Imad] His name is Mr. Madsen.

He's a white man from the US.

-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.

Sir-ji, the workers don't know when and how to wash the pipes.

What will happen when something bad happens?

A single drop of water, the 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 are 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's fine.

But, sir-ji, 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, yes.

They came to the factory.

In 82'.

They did a thorough inspection of the machines, the safety regulations,

and they even checked the trucks.

They had come from the US.

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

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

Imad, were any changes made after they left?

Did the factory improve their safety measures?

They did not bother to change anything.

Work went on as usual.

And...

And then...

And then there was a gas leak.

An innocent worker lost his life.

Mohammed Ansari.

Yes.

He was like a brother to me.

I told him to come and work here.

I'm sorry, Imad. I know this is painful,

but could you tell me again what happened that day?

[Imad] The boiled cabbage smell of the MIC

had spread all over the factory.

They sent him inside.

Bastards wanted to save their factory, so they found another sacrificial lamb.

He managed to save the factory somehow,

but he couldn't save himself.

The toxic gas had filled up his lungs,

and it killed him.

[men shouting and arguing]

[children singing in Hindi]

[in English] Run!

[announcer speaking Hindi over PA]

Namaste, sir.

[announcement over PA continues]

[chuckles] SM, sir. Weren't you on the night shift today?

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

Has the communication wire been repaired?

-The thing is... -Has anyone checked it?

That's what I was saying. Those slum boys stole the wire,

but at least they won't bother us for a while.

Seventy meters of copper wire is enough for them.

I know that the wire's made of copper.

-But has it been repaired? -Repaired? Yes, sir-ji.

You see, the thing is that I sent the repair team last night itself.

And they must have finished repairing about 40 to 50 meters of wiring by now.

No need to worry, sir-ji. The job will be done.

-Will be done or already done? -Almost done.

I mean...

-Sir... -[Iftekaar] It's all done?

Organize a push trolley. I'll check the connection to the station.

But, sir...

[men chatting indistinctly]

Oi. Station master's here.

Mileage.

Mileage!

We don't need you anymore. Go home.

What do you mean? And our money?

-We want our money! -Back off, asshole! Don't try to act up!

Raise your hand on a government officer, and you'll rot in jail forever, bastards!

One punch, and I'll make you assholes kiss the ground. Get lost!

-[Iftekaar] Clear their payments. -Yes, sir!

[Iftekaar] Get a fresh team together. I want three eight-hour shifts.

They'll work around the clock until comms are re-established.

Yes, sir.

It's a matter of safety, Prasad.

I should have paid more attention.

Now, you'd better listen to me very carefully, Prasad.

In our line of work, we need to be vigilant

because you don't get a second chance to make it right.

Uh... Sir. Hmm.

[Kumawat] We need to get the Tyson report.

Without it, our case is very weak. In fact, there's no case at all.

I know that, bhai. I'll get the report out of there somehow.

Inshallah, we should have it by tonight.

You're ammi is right, you know?

You shouldn't get involved in this. This is my job.

Kumawat bhai, he was my friend.

This is my neighborhood, my city.

Something happens, my people die.

[breathes deeply]

Okay. Now, you better leave right away.

If you're late on the first day of your job, your ammi will kill me.

Let's go.

Sir.

-Salaam alaikum, sir. My name is Imad... -Imad Riaz.

Good morning.

-Sir, here's my form. -[Iftekaar] I have a copy.

There's something in Bhopal Junction that's not working properly right now.

Find out what it is.

You have ten minutes.

Imad Riaz.

Ye... Yes, sir.

-[knock on door] -Hmm?

Yes, Vijaya?

-The cleaning's done, right? -Yes, sir sahab.

Uh, I just...

-I just wanted to remind you about... -About what?

It's my daughter's wedding today.

-I had sent you an invitation last month. -Oh. Yeah, yeah. I, uh...

Mmm. [tuts] I'm sorry, I completely forgot.

Sohini, how is she? All well?

Yes, sir.

How's her preparation going for civil services?

It's going well, sir.

I have full faith in her abilities, sir sahab.

From there all the way to the IAS. Imagine.

It's a really big thing.

[Vijaya] Sir sahab, I wonder what those parents go through

who abandon their children like this on a railway platform.

It worked out well for me. I found my Sohini.

Please congratulate her on my behalf, all right?

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

[Iftekaar] Hmm?

-Where's the stationmaster's office? -It's that way.

-[Vijaya] Hey! Be careful! -[Imad] Sorry!

Sir!

Communications, sir!

There's something wrong with the communications.

And who told you about this?

No! Swear on Allah, sir. No one told me. You have a landline on your desk.

So?

Why else would a stationmaster need a magnetophone, sir?

Only to test communications, right?

Nishatpura yard. Tonight at 10:30.

Yes, sir.

You will report to the senior loco pilot.

A freight train needs to be prepared for transport.

Okay, sir.

Imad Riaz.

By the way, sir.

There's another thing that's not working properly at Bhopal Junction.

What?

-Sir, time. -[Iftekaar] Huh?

Your clock is running two minutes ahead, sir.

-Miya! -[man] Are you in?

Yes.

[reporter] Namaskar. The police continue to search for the accused

in the recent attack on legislator Rajendra Patil,

who was travelling on the Delhi-Bombay Rajdhani Express.

According to our sources,

this attack was carried out

by the same culprit who has evaded capture for 13 years.

Wanted for 27 robberies,

this notorious criminal is none other than the Express Bandit.

[kid] Boot polish! Boot polish! Boot polish! Boot polish!

Boot polish! Boot polish!

Boot polish! Boot polish!

[busker singing in Hindi]

[continues singing]

-[kid 2] Sir, give me something to eat! -[kids clamoring]

[man] Let go of me!

[singing stops]

[singing continues]

[man] Let me go.

Hey, stop!

Hey, hey! Stop him! Stop him!

Hey! Somebody stop him!

-I'm a policeman. Do you understand? -[all shouting indistinctly]

[man] Accountant sahab!

Hmm.

[grunts]

It's time to go to hell, motherfucker.

Bloody cops were waiting in civvies, ready to nab me.

Fucker, if I go to jail,

then I'm going to rip your nuts off.

So what did you expect?

The RPF would put a garland around your neck instead of a wreath?

You robbed a legislator!

-[groans] -Son of a bitch!

The RPF doesn't consult accountants like me before planning a raid.

[groans, whimpers]

Hmm. Hmm.

Fucker, you do have a point.

Hmm.

Come on. Hold it, asshole.

Stick it to your neck.

[urinating]

So I'll have to go underground.

[accountant] Hmm.

A railway station is a good place to disappear.

-Don't try to be extra smart. -[whimpers]

But you are right about this.

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

-Hmm? -[gasps]

Now, let's see all your account books.

Let's see which station has the most money lying in its safe.

Hmm. Agra, Mathura, Morena, Dabra.

Fucker, these places are all broke!

Hmm? Bhopal Junction?

So many zeros together.

That means one crore, thirteen lakhs, six hundred!

[announcer speaking Hindi over PA]

It's done.

-Work hard, okay, Imad? -Yes.

-[woman] Salma khala? -Yes?

Imad, there's a call for you.

-[Imad] Is it Kamruddin? -No, it's not him. It's a trunk call.

-Ammi, I'll just be back. -[mother] Yeah.

-Shazia bhabhi? -Imad?

-[Imad] Yes, bhabhi? -Everything okay?

Yes, yes, bhabhi. Where have you reached?

We are in Jhansi right now.

Uh, Imad, we'll be reaching very late tonight.

Don't worry. I'll meet you there.

Ammi is making nihari. We'll have It together.

[woman over PA] Platform number one...

Sorry it took so long, bhabhi, but we'll have the proof by tonight.

We'll make Carbide pay, don't worry,

for what they did to Ansari bhai.

You know, he thought of you as his little brother, Imad.

The three of you are my responsibility now. Just...

Just trust in me and get here soon.

Thank you, Imad.

[speaks Urdu]

[speaks Urdu]

Nafisa aapa.

Kamruddin sahab will help us, right?

Come inside for a minute.

Come.

He left this gas mask in here for me.

For the sake of our unborn child.

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

He would die than let anything bad happen.

[man] Kamruddin sahab! The night-shift workers are here.

[factory siren blaring]

I've got the report, Kumawat.

These bastards have known everything for the past two years,

and they still didn't do anything.

-Let's meet right now. -Yeah, let's meet.

Where?

We'll meet at my house.

In two hours.

Shift starts at 9:00, right?

You make the supervisor wait?

But, sahab, the cleaning was scheduled for next week, right?

No one knows a damn thing around here.

We're cleaning the pipes tonight.

Um, yes, sahab.

You are reading the manual now?

Didn't they teach you anything?

Sahab, um, I only got two weeks of training for this job.

Yeah, so? It was the same for me.

There's no six-month training anymore.

-Hurry up. Turn the water on now. -Yes, sahab.

[metal screeches]

[air hisses]

The pressure is okay.

[air hisses]

Two psi.

Come on. Leave it for now.

Come.

[water burbling]

[worker] Sahab, do you think I'll get some advance this month?

[indistinct chatter continues]

[low rumbling]

[rumbling intensifies]

[metal rattling]

[machinery creaking and whirring]

[water burbling]

[people singing, music playing]

Sohini, look who's here to see you.

Who? Who is it?

[Sohini] Namaste.

-How are you doing? -I'll just come.

You know, your ammi's really concerned about your studies.

Amma's too much. She doesn't understand times have changed.

I've told her many times I can handle housework and my studies.

But no!

-Sir sahab, could... -"Sir sahab."

Your amma always calls me "sir sahab."

Just imagine, when you become an IAS officer

and I address you as sir sahab, how happy your amma will be.

-What if my husband doesn't allow it? -Then you should just send him to me.

I'm sure he'll be scared of you,

and then you can send him and his family to Kanyakumari.

In the unreserved compartment.

-Sir sahab! -Oh, no, Vijaya.

Punjab Mail, huh?

[Vijaya] Yes, sir.

[Iftekaar] God bless you, hmm?

[indistinct chatter]

-Salaam alaikum. -[man] Alaikum assalaam.

Hey, you!

Hey, tallboy!

Yes? Yes, sir?

[man] You are the new chap, aren't you?

I heard you were acting like some kind of a big shot during training.

Eh?

Now, don't let all that praise go to your head.

Your training doesn't mean shit.

The real test is out here, beta. Over there.

Yeah. Only then we'll know if you have balls.

-[laughter] -Now go.

Prime the engine of the locomotive.

Show your training. Go!

[exclaims]

-[man 2] Look where it is. -[man 3] Hey!

[machine powering up]

[man 1] Those bastards always send us freshers

who cause even more problems.

Hey, Tallboy, get out of there.

Come out here, boy.

Now, take a good long look around you.

This is a repair shed.

All the damaged engines and coaches come here to be repaired.

This one's here for the same reason.

It's out of balance.

It runs crooked.

Okay, move back.

Let me show you. [groans]

Come on, let's start it.

[engine powering up]

[chuckles]

Now, put your seatbelt on, big boy. [laughs]

It's your fist night.

Let's make it special for you.

Huh? Come on.

-Hey, Abdul, order some teas for me. -Okay, bhai.

Yeah, what was the complaint?

[man over radio] Water's dripping and workers' eyes are burning.

Just check what's wrong.

Oh, hell, the rupture disc is broken.

And the valve too.

Sir, should we inform the control room?

We'll check it after the tea break. This happens every day.

Sir!

[Prasad] Go and put the strongbox in SM sir's office.

And go and see if the watering has started or not, okay?

[man] Yes, sir.

SM, sir. The train is on time, sir.

No public complaints, no alarm, chain pulling.

I mean, I even ordered them to start the watering.

Thank you, Prasad.

Sir. Sure, sir.

[man announcing in Hindi over PA]

[Iftekaar in English] Careful! Be careful.

Thank you, sir.

[vendor speaking Hindi]

[man 1 in English] Hello. Put that down. Do you have the papers for this?

-Good evening, sir. -Good evening.

[man 2] Which division are you from?

[man 1] Oh, Mr. Superman. Don't fly too high. Just move aside.

Who's in charge here, huh? Who is your supervisor?

I'm the Station Master. What is it?

Sir, this box...

They are taking it on my authority.

Now you tell me. On whose authority are you stopping them?

-Hmm? -[man] Mmm-hmm.

Sir, I'm giving you top secret information.

He's coming.

Who's coming?

Mastermind.

Who mastermind?

[tuts] Sir, the one who's screwing with the RPF day and night.

Sir, it's been weeks since I've gone home.

Haven't been able to shave, nor get a haircut.

Express Bandit is what they call him, sir.

Just two days ago, he stabbed my colleague in the eye and ran away.

So I decided to hit back and got hold of his sidekick.

One kick in the balls, and he spilt his guts.

And then I found out that...

Then I found out that son of a bitch is coming to Bhopal tonight

to have a go at your safe, sir.

Have you seen him?

Do you know what he looks like?

Sir, he may have stabbed my poor partner in the eye,

but my eyes work fine.

No, what I mean to say is,

I have a small request.

Just for tonight, please let me keep an eye over your safe.

This is a great chance to catch him.

If he slips through my fingers this time, I'll be disgraced as a policeman, sir.

Next train is from Gorakhpur. Maybe your bandit is on that one?

Our bandit may already be here, sir.

Take it inside.

Constable, uh,

I'll just complete all the formalities for this strongbox and call you.

You can have some tea over there. They say the tea's really good. Hmm?

You don't drink tea, is it?

Oh, is it over there? I... I'll go and have the tea. Yes, sir.

[singing in Hindi]

[officer] Beta, if you beg like this, you'll always remain a beggar.

Grabbing helps.

Markhand, give it back!

-Sorry. I'm sorry, sahab. -Markhand.

-And your name? -Ratlu.

[officer] Ratlu.

Keep it.

Now sing.

[singing in Hindi]

[Iftekaar] Okay. Inform Sinha sahab right away.

[man] Okay, sir.

Constable.

Hmm, sir?

I've asked Sinha sahab to come here.

-Yeah. -Sinha sahab?

-RPF chief of Bhopal. -Oh, yeah. Right.

-I forgot... -We need to get his permission, right?

Come to my office and sit.

Come.

So you can tell him about this matter, this Express Bandit business.

-Close the door, please. -Sir.

-[man on phone] Mileage, -Hello, yeah. Mileage.

-Hello, Bhopal Junction Control? -Yeah, Ahmed bhai.

-All okay? Repairs done? -No, we have just laid out the wiring.

And we have put a temporary connection for testing.

For the final connection, the voice,

control, Morse, black, all have to be shut down.

I've informed the other stations on this line, but first do one thing.

Fit the block, okay?

Yes, bhai.

Um, just hurry up, hmm? Okay, bhai.

-Listen, Abdul. -[Abdul] Yes, sir?

Disconnect all the lines.

Listen! Just tell SM sir that communications will be down

for a little while,

and also let him know that I've gone home. Okay?

-Okay, sir. -And you better stay alert.

-Got it? -Yes.

Come on, Satender. Let's go.

-[man] The lines are cut, sir! -[man 2] Yeah, okay. Fine.

[machine whirring, beeping]

What happened, sahab? What was that smell?

Just a small leak, that's all. Look for another job, miya.

This factory won't last long. They'll be gone soon.

[man] Where will we go if we leave this job?

Brazil, China, wherever you can get more money.

I used to work in a battery factory in Calcutta.

Everyone knows what happened.

[man over radio] Ehsan?

Ehsan! Ehsan!

Ehsan? Ehsan, come in.

-What's going on at MIC 610? -[machine beeping]

Ehsan!

[beeping continues]

[winces]

[man] Kamruddin sahab! Kamruddin sahab, wait!

-What happened? -Das Babu for you.

[on radio] Come in, Kamruddin sahab.

Yeah, Das Babu. Tell me.

[rumbling]

Allah!

Yeah, Das Babu, I'm coming!

[panting]

What's the reading?

Sir, temperature 100 degrees, and pressure 55.

The needle, the needle doesn't go higher than that!

[Kamruddin] Tank 610 has 40 tons of MIC!

Where's Ehsan?

Ehsan! Ehsan! MIC! MIC! Hurry up! Control room!

[all clamoring]

[man] Go, go, go!

[all clamoring]

Come on, let's get out of here!

[shouting continues]

-Why didn't you start the scrubber, yet? -It's not working, Ehsan!

Flare tower's working. We could've burned the gas!

The flare tower hasn't been working for months!

The pipe's rusted! It's rusted. You don't know that?

[Ehsan] Nobody tells us anything here!

Kishore.

How did all this happen?

Sir... sir, I was... We... We were cleaning the pipes, sir.

-Cleaning? -Yeah.

Since when?

Uh, since 9:00... 9:30, sir.

-Three hours the water's been on? -[Kishore] Uh...

Ehsan, you still haven't shut off the water?

I hope you put the slip blinds on.

Slip blinds?

Metal discs!

They are fixed on both sides of the pipe while cleaning it

so that the water doesn't go into the MIC tank. You did that, right?

They didn't teach us any of these things, sahab.

[mutters]

We have to shut the water off.

Or else the chemical will overheat and turn into gas.

[coughs]

Das sahab.

Yes, sir?

-Evacuate the factory. -[coughs] Yes, sir.

Now.

Right away.

Take Kishore with you and head towards to the office.

Yes, sir.

-Ehsan... -Come. Come, Kishore.

-[Kishore] Yeah. -Will you come with me?

We have... We have to evacuate the factory!

We have to shut off the water!

[alarm blaring]

[Kamruddin] Evacuate the factory right away!

[workers clamoring]

[workers shouting]

[all coughing]

[man grunts]

[workers coughing]

[Ehsan] Kamruddin sahab! The masks are in there!!

[Kamruddin wheezing]

Ehsan! There are no masks! Wet your handkerchief and cover your face!

[clamoring continues]

[gasps] Check the wind direction and go the other way!

[exclaims] The other way! The other way!

-[Ehsan] That way! -[Kamruddin] Away from the gas!

[Kamruddin] Ehsan, hurry up!

The water's still running!

[wheezes and coughs]

[coughing]

[Ehsan] Let's go, sahab. The water is shut off.

[Kamruddin] The gas is still leaking.

The pressure's still rising in tank 610.

[wheezing]

We have to divert the gas from tank 610 to an empty tank.

You better go.

[wind howling]

[Das over radio] Kamruddin sahab!

I am waiting at the gate. Please hurry up!

[Kamruddin] None of the tanks are empty.

Das sahab, you leave too. [panting]

I can stop the chain reaction

by isolating 611.

There's 20 tons of MIC in it.

If the reaction spreads to it, the whole city will be destroyed.

[Das] Kamruddin sahab!

[coughing and wheezing]

[choking]

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

He'd rather die

than let anything bad happen.

[cracking]

[metallic clanging, low rumbling]