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Hello.

Shahbaz Bhatti?

Yes, that’s me Sir.

Have you brought your CV?

Yes Sir, just a second.

What work do you do at Nayi Subah?

All kinds of work Sir.

You also make tea there?

No Sir.

I’ve been a crime reporter over there for some time now.

How many crime reporters does Nayi Subah have?

It’s a small newspaper, Sir.

They make do with just one.

If you’ve been here since morning,

who went to Irfan Masih’s hearing?

Sir, usually I go...

but they had the closing argument.

They are the most important.

Yes Sir,

this interview was today, so...

I see,

this means the story was of no importance to you.

The biggest case of the year is in court,

and you’re looking for a new job.

It’s not your fault.

You know that

Madam of yours?

Madam Sarwat.

Yes, Madam Sarwat.

Great lady.

She has given you free will.

Thats why her newspaper is breathing its last breath.

Often Journalists come to us chasing money.

If they do, then they don’t survive here for much longer.

I can’t give you a job.

But I’ll give you some advice.

Instead of running after money like every other journalist, run after a story.

The day you find a story,

there won’t be any need to pull strings for an interview.

Good luck.

So? Did you get it?

He didn’t give you the job?

He says...

instead of being at the interview,

I should’ve been at the court.

For the Irfan Masih case.

Oh man...

we did make a mistake.

We should’ve scheduled this interview a few days later,

the verdict would’ve been announced by then.

Verdict in a few days?

Tomorrow’s the verdict.

Today was the final hearing.

These are bigger games, beyond our understanding.

Has our legal system finally woken up?

Don’t worry,

nothing is waking up in this country before the day of judgement.

Is the water hot?

Hot enough to melt your skin!

Needs hot water even in summers.

Court reporting requires patience.

You guys just keep sitting in the cafeteria sipping tea and waiting on the final judgment.

Your report is worthless if you miss one argument.

What’s up?

Where have you been?

Went to the wrong court.

Your excuses never end.

Is the verdict out?

Look they’ve brought out Ashraf Hero!

How did he get acquitted?

The judge rendered a courageous verdict.

But he murdered.

Bro!

The bullet was fired by mistake.

An accidental death.

They put the poor man behind bars on a false accusation.

If he wasn’t poor, he wouldn’t even be arrested.

You have disgraced me!

The whole village is cursing me!

They accuse me of killing my own son!

You were looking for justice.

Are you happy now?

This NGO has exploited you,

go on, go live with those bastards.

Let go of her! Go to hell!

You’re right.

These organization people are bastards.

And you,

shameless.

You were the father.

You didn’t do anything either,

those carpet people aren’t to be blamed either.

Ashraf, the bastard, didn’t shoot him.

Then who’s at fault?

It’s my fault!

I murdered my son!

I alone killed him!

A mother killed her son....

Madam, imagine some one close to you is murdered, then you…

Suppose someone’s child gets killed,

and that murderer is acquitted.

Do you cry and mourn, or do you fight?

And blame each other?

You know what it means

when the child’s killer is acquitted?

The whole family is ruined.

It’s not a small thing.

Was Irfan Masih the only child?

No, he has other siblings.

And what did you do?

This?

How childish of you Shahbaz.

They belong to the poor class,

where the situations they are going through

are dealt with by screaming and fighting.

That’s how they express their anger.

I have inside information.

It’s a very big game.

An international conspiracy to tarnish the country’s name.

How can a poor man fight a case in this country?

They are all in cahoots and getting funds.

Tarnish the country’s reputation,

and put money in your own pockets.

Prepare a report on this verdict and submit it by 5:00pm.

What is the point of that, Madam?

Who reads Nayi Subah anyway?

Madam, you have visitors.

Shahbaz...

You may have tea biscuits with your senior journalist friends,

but don’t let them color your views.

So you got the news?

What news?

That our newspaper will close.

If not this month, then next month.

It’s probably a rumor.

What rumor?

Asim went to the printing press the other day.

He found out they haven’t been paid for six months.

And those bankers,

this is their fifth or sixth visit.

Madam has bankrupted the newspaper of her ancestors.

To that order, to that lightless dawn!

We don’t know, we don’t accept!

We want justice!

Hello Mazher brother, greetings!

Hmmm, what's new?

Not much.

Aren’t we going to cover the news outside?

What news?

Aren’t the organization people outside?

Leave it buddy,

their clown show runs year-round.

Didn’t you get your salary this month?

This is our new crime reporter, Zohaib.

Haven’t seen you around.

Where did you work before?

Used to do odd jobs here and there...

this is my first full-time job.

Really?

Can you do the job without experience?

No worries, brother Mazhar is here to help me.

I’m so glad I’m starting out with him!

I’ll have an opportunity to learn so much from him,

I stay so excited all the time.

If you snapped right,

you would've captured the shooter.

Oh man!

Is the picture clear now?

Funsies never stop for you?

Including today's meal,

you owe a total of 1518 rupees.

Thank God, nobody was shot.

Was anyone injured?

Please tell, Shahbaz brother!

Go home Iqbal!

And switch this off.

Is your father going to pay the light bill?

What rubbish!

If it was not a murder but a mistake,

then whose mistake was it today?

May be the man who was acquitted came to get revenge.

Stop playing Sherlock Holmes!

Now get lost!

The man who was acquitted?

Greetings!

I’m looking for some information.

Where have you come from?

From Lahore.

Then go to Lahore and get information.

Why did you come here?

Actually, the crime scene falls within your precinct.

Okay.

Sir, it’s a two-year-old crime.

Irfan Masih?

Remember the little boy who was murdered?

Excuse me!

It wasn’t a murder, it was an accident.

Yes, that one.

I need to talk to that man,

Ashraf Hero.

Can you please help?

You’re a journalist?

Quite a few western journalists came after this case,

all of them trying to put words in our mouths.

That it was a premeditated murder.

But why should we agree?

Why sentence an innocent man to the gallows?

Sir, I’m a local.

Consider me your own...

let me buy you some dinner.

Stop your nonsense!

No, I’m doing it of my own accord, you...

Stand up! Stand up!

Get out!

Get out of here! Ill mannered moron!

Hey!

Stop!

Stop!

I have a...

kitten.

Its mother died three days ago.

If you can arrange some food for it...

Why do you want to meet Ashraf Hero?

I have a few questions,

I’d appreciate it if you could tell me his address.

I would have given it to you if he lived here.

Sir, please don’t do that.

Didn’t he come home after his acquittal?

He would’ve if he lived here.

Is this confirmed information?

Oh wow!

If you don’t believe me, go ask Luqmaan.

Luqmaan?

Who’s he?

Luqmaan is the eyewitness of the killing.

Huh!

Journalist.

Does Luqmaan live here?

For how long were you friends with Irfan?

He was Feroz’ friend.

I met him for the first time on that day.

You met him for the first time on the day he was killed?

Crucify him!

The soldiers threw him on the cross!

And they mercilessly hammered nails into his hands!

If you are the messiah then save yourself and save us.

Oh Lord!

Please forgive them.

It’s finished.

Oh Lord,

I entrust my soul to you.

On this blessed Sunday, these children have taught us

how we can strengthen our faith.

Today we have a very special child among us.

Not only has he brought fame to our city and community,

but also to Pakistan.

I invite Irfan Masih to come onto the stage

and distribute gifts among Easter Play participants.

Hey Luqmaan!

Stop the wheel.

Do you have a VCR at home?

Yes. Why?

Irfan is here in the village tonight.

We’re planning a movie night.

Why don’t you rent your own?

Dude, I couldn’t find one on Easter.

What is it to you?

Alright, come over in the evening.

OK, great.

Feroz, let’s watch this film.

What kind of film is this?

I watched it in America.

Must be in English then?

Obviously.

Nah dude! Let’s watch Sultan Rahi’s film.

You can narrate that film to us later.

Ok, fine.

Here you go then, watch Sultan Rahi’s film.

Luqmaan!

Hey Luqmaan!

Why don’t you answer?

What is it?

Take this food to your father.

But the film...

Get some work done!

Take this.

Lazy bum.

Your mother said you gave a speech in America.

Did they understand our language?

No, Madam Meher interpreted for them.

So what did you tell them?

I told them about my life experiences.

Really? You sound like a poet.

Life experiences, huh.

Hey! Why are you pooping in my field?

Luqmaan!

Grab this bastard!

Auntie! Auntie!

What happened,

is everything okay?

Irfan and Feroz got shot,

in the field behind the church.

What are you saying?

He’s out with his friends, watching a movie.

They got shot in front of me.

What are you saying?

That can’t be possible!

Irfan, my child! My son!

Irfan,

My child!

Oh my child...

The whole village was gathered when I returned.

Police and ambulance had also arrived.

Feroz was only slightly injured,

but Irfan died at the spot.

If you hadn’t met Irfan before,

how did you go to his house?

Huh?

Luqmaan!

Where is Feroz' house?

He doesn’t live here anymore.

Oh! Sorry sorry.

Dad, come up on the bed.

I’m ok here son.

Dear, where were you all day?

I was on an assignment.

You didn’t inform me before coming.

Tomorrow is Easter.

You weren’t going to come.

How are sisters and their families?

They’re all doing well and happy.

Asiya sent some sweets for you.

Give some sweets to Iqbal too.

He’s such a nice boy.

Did he open the door for you?

Okay Mom,

come up.

I don’t like you sleeping on the floor.

Come up, please.

I’m fine here son.

Wake up early in the morning,

we have to reach the church on time.

I have office in the morning Mom.

So take a day off.

You won’t find God in the office.

Tell him the real reason for coming.

What happened?

Nothing, dear…

We have to take your mother to the doctor.

Why?

She has a cataract in her eye.

Show me.

It’s nothing.

Show me.

You can see it in the morning.

Did you show it to anyone in Gujaranwala?

Yes we did.

He said she needs surgery.

But I thought we should show it to a doctor in Lahore as well.

I’ll take you.

No, son.

I have a friend, Thomas.

His son is an eye specialist.

He’ll take a look.

Don’t worry about us,

we’ll take care of it.

You look after yourself.

Mom.

I’m reminding you again,

no need to act inferior in front of madam.

This isn’t the village, over here we’re colleagues.

But son,

one mustn’t forget how to show respect in the city either.

We’ve shown enough respect to her ancestors,

now it’s their time to return the favor.

These apples that you’ve carefully picked,

her servants will eat them.

Madam is calling you inside.

Let’s go.

Greetings.

Greetings.

How are you?

We’re well, thank you.

I’m glad you’ve come to meet me this time.

Usually you return without saying hello.

We always insist on meeting you,

but Shahbaz stops us.

Tell me about your daughters?

How are they?

They're fine.

Asiya and...?

Sadaf.

Yes... Sadaf…

She really helped my mother in her last days.

She would come running for her assistance on a single call.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Please tell me,

who made you sit outside?

I’m embarrassed.

You all are like my own,

like family.

That’s exactly what I was trying to tell them before you came.

The world is now headed towards equality amongst all people.

To bow in front of someone is the equivalent of losing self respect.

They are old school,

they don’t understand it.

Have some tea.

I’ll be right back.

Madam, I need to talk to you.

Sure, say it.

Madam you sent me to gather evidence on the Irfan Masih case.

Yes.

I went to his village, Muridwala.

To find out about Ashraf hero.

And?

No one knows Ashraf hero over there,

he got there a month before the murder.

And where he went after his release?

No one knows anything about it,

but we can find out if you give me permission to investigate further.

Ok Shahbaz,

investigate on this further.

Madam, I have a condition.

You have a condition?

Madam, my mother needs to get an eye surgery.

Salary for the next two months.

Yes, ok… don’t worry about it.

Give all the medical bills to Rizwan.

Amen.

The bishop has sent this.

It’s from God’s house. Take it.

Uh, are you Irfan Masih’s mother?

Why are you sad?

Irfan is our hero.

Just thinking about his struggles

gives me goosebumps.

It feels like he was

part of our family.

My mother

starts crying whenever she hears Irfan’s name,

but we can’t even imagine the

depth of your pain and sorrow.

It’s unfair to expect such courage

from a mother who suffered such a loss.

And then you have the injustice of the courts.

Are you a journalist?

Yes.

But I’m from your community,

and I support you.

Today is Irfan’s death anniversary.

I visited his grave in Muridwala yesterday.

It almost felt like he was...

waiting for you.

Don’t you visit him?

The only condition for a strong murder case is

that the plaintiff doesn’t conceal anything.

Present the whole truth.

But I didn’t tell any lies.

But the lawyers did.

Have Lawyers ever spoken the truth?

Truth and lies don’t matter for us poor people.

We are helpless and

no one listens to us.

Who do we tell?

You’re not obligated to cover for anyone.

You understand that, right?

Even for

Irfan’s father.

Don’t speak of him in front of me!

May you be destroyed, you go to hell!

Leave me alone!!

Why would I leave you?

I’ve had enough from you!

Stay inside and away from us!

Let me come outside!

You bitch!

You’ll pay for this!

We are already sick of your drinking,

why don’t you just leave us alone?

Open the door,

you bitch!

Did Saif give permission?

Who is he to give permission?

Hasn’t he come back?

It’s better if he never comes.

Besides, this time I’m ending everything for good.

Brother Arshad,

take Irfan to your carpet workshop.

He can be useful to you.

And also learn the skill.

This way, we will also be able to pay off our debt.

How much money do you need?

I brought six thousand rupees.

Take it.

Come on, come on!

Speed up!

Brother Arshad.

Welcome. Let’s start, my son.

Son, you have to learn the skill.

And help your mother.

Sure uncle.

Not uncle. Call me master.

Sure master.

Come on…

Sit at the work place.

Pick up your tools.

Hello, Nayi Subah.

Shahbaz, there is a gathering at

my house day after tomorrow,

take some time out and come over.

I want to introduce you to someone.

Might be helpful in your investigation.

ایسی کوئی بات نہیں ہے ،

انسان کا دل تو کبھی بھی زمین سے نہیں بھرتا.

ابھی تک میڈیا میں نہیں آیا ہے.

لیکن بی بی بلکل خوش نہیں ہیں اس سے.

میں پچھلے ہفتے اسلام آباد میں تھی ،

اور یہ افواہ پورے شہر میں گرم ہے.

میڈم نجمہ!

نفیسہ کیسی ہے؟

میں نے سنا ہے کہ وہ امریکہ ماسٹرز کرنے گئی ہے ؟

تم اس کو کیسے جانتی ہو؟

ہم کنیئرڈ میں کلاس فیلوز تھے.

کیا وہ اب بھی معاشیات پڑھ رہی ہے ؟

اس نے اکالوجی اور کنزرویشن سائنس میں داخلہ لے لیا ہے.

اور مجھے اسکی خوشی ہے.

کیونکہ ہم

جنگلات اورآب و ہوا وغیرہ کے بچاؤ کے پروگرامز شروع کر رہے ہیں.

این جی اوز چلانا کافی مشکل ہوگا ناں؟

تمام توجہ نۓ آفس بنانے پر،

اور کبھی کوئی کام مکمل نہیں کیا.

اور،

اعجاز اللہ واپس کب آ رہا ہے؟

بہت جلد.

کیا یہ اس کے لئے اچھا ہے؟ سچ میں؟

میرا مطلب اس کے خلاف غداری کے الزامات ہیں،

اور وہ خود ہی اپنے آپ کو مختلف مسائل میں پھنساتا ہے.

میں تو اس کے خلاف ہوں.

یہ وہ قیمت ہے جو ہم غریبوں کے ساتھ کھڑے ہونے کیلئے ادا کرتے ہیں.

کیا تمھیں نہیں لگتا کہ اس مرتبہ اعجاز نے زیادہ ہی کر دی؟

ایک بیچارے کی موت کا استمال کیا،

اور وہ بھی ایک چھوٹے بچے کی،

بس مزید فنڈز کے لئے؟

اس چھوٹے بچے کا ایک نام تھا - عرفان مسیح.

اور اس کو قالین مافیا نے قتل کردیا تھا.

کیونکہ وہ ان کے خلاف بولا.

وہ ان تکلیفوں کی بات کرتا تھا جن سے وہ گزرا.

ہزاروں بچے اب بھی اس بدنصیبی کا سامنا کرتے رہتے ہیں!

مہر، کوئی بھی انکار نہیں کر رہا کہ عرفان ایک ہیرو تھا.

آپکی تنظیم آج کل ایک رپورٹ پر کام کر رہی ہے ،جس میں یہ لکھا ہے کہ پاکستان میں کوئی بھی بچہ کام نہیں کرتا؟

ہم نے ابھی کچھ دیر پہلے ہی ایک بچی کو یہاں کام کرتے ہوئے دیکھا ہے.

ہمارےبچے کام کرتے ہیں کیونکہ ہمارا ملک غریب ہے.

آٹھ یا نو افراد کے خاندان کے پاس اپنے بچوں کو کام پر بھیجنے کے سوا کوئی راستہ نہیں،

حکومت ہر کسی کی ذمہ داری نہیں لے سکتی!

لیکن اس پروپیگنڈا کو فروغ دینا کہ یہ بچے کسی قدیم طرظ کے تشدد اورظلم کا شکار ہیں، اشتعال انگیز بات ہے

اعجاز اللہ کے لئے بھی.

میڈم نجمہ!

میں نے خود ان بچوں کے ساتھ مل کر کام کیا ہے.

جو ان سزاؤں کے نتیجے میں بے حال، جلے ہوئے، اورمعذور ہوچکے ہیں.

یہاں ایسے بچے بھی ہیں جو بھوک سے مرتے ہیں، اور بے حال ہیں

اور پوری زندگی ذہنی طور پر زخمی رہتے ہیں.

اور یہ تمام حقائق ہیں!

تم جانتی ہو کہ تم گوروں کی زبان بول رہی ہو؟

فخر سے ہم سب کو بدتمیز جنگلی، وحشیوں کی طرح سمجھ رہی ہو

جو بچوں کو قتل کرنے سے بھی باز نہیں آئیں گے!

This magnificent house

where all of us are gathered, pretending to be sophisticated,

was built by Khan Bahadur Khan in 1902.

The plaque outside boasts about it.

میرے دادا انگریزوں کے ساتھی نہیں تھے!

انہوں نے عمر بھر اپنے لوگوں کی خدمت کی!

وہ پنجاب میں برطانوی راج کے خلاف ایک قوت تھے!

Then help me understand one thing...

Why would British Raj reward their enemy with glorious titles?

Stop it Mehar!

That’s enough!

Thank you for inviting me.

Yes?

I also can’t stay at that dinner any longer.

Where did you park your car?

Right next to your Rolls-Royce.

I completely agree to what you said inside.

They are trying too hard to be westernized.

I’m Shahbaz by the way.

I know very well who you are.

Really… how?

Two days ago, at the Easter service a journalist emotionally blackmailed Irfan’s mother

to extract information from her.

Then, today that same journalist was also present at the dinner.

And now, he’s come to show sympathy to me for no reason.

We never printed anything against you,

so please, stop seeing everyone from the same perspective.

Look, I agree, we want to cover the same story,

but not by repeating the same headlines or hearsay from the Press Club.

If you know Madam Sarwat at all,

you know she doesn’t practice yellow journalism.

She’ll go to any length to publish the truth.

This is why Nayi Subah doesn’t get advertisements,

but...

this is the price one pays to speak the truth.

Speaking the truth is your duty.

You’re not doing anyone a favor.

Listen, every newspaper is involved in mudslinging against you.

We want your voice to be heard by people.

You don’t understand:

if your organization doesn’t defend itself, the whole country will turn against you.

Sir Ejaz Ullah isn’t bothered by any of this.

Maybe the next two to three years will be hell, but eventually

the truth will come out.

And then these same newspapers

will publish editorials praising us in order to bring down some other government.

Ok, you’re right.

But nobody will remember Irfan Masih by then.

His activism, his slogans, his cause...

Nobody’s going to talk about them!

Look,

I only want to tell people the story of his struggles and fights, that’s all.

Okay.

But no other questions unrelated to the boy.

No other questions.

Absolutely.

Don’t give us tools, give us pens!

Don’t give us wounds, give us education!

I would now like to invite Ejaz Ullah Sahab.

Today is the celebration of freedom for all the laborers.

Celebration of freedom!

Your sacrifices, hard work,

and devotion has finally paid off,

and the government has knelt.

Bonded Labor has been abolished in the whole country.

Now you are free!

Don’t give us tools, give us pens!

Don’t give us wounds, give us education!

Is this child...

Is this child a laborer?

Yes, yes...

Come son,

come on the stage.

Come, good lad.

What is your name, my child?

Irfan.

Where do you work?

At a carpet workshop.

Does your master hit you?

I…

I congratulate all my fellow laborers.

People are scared because they know,

if child laborers receive an education,

they won’t be able to keep us in their custody.

We are not their motorcycles or house pets.

We have intellect, we have brains.

Education is our right.

No one has the right to keep us illiterate!

Our work isn't finished yet!

We send all the kids,

all the laborer kids to school!

T for Tap

Tap means “Nalka”

C for

Mr Ijaz Ullah is calling you.

Come in Mehar,

come.

Meet our new student.

Irfan?

His family agreed.

Yes,

they were going to agree.

But in my opinion, before taking him into the classes,

keep him with you for couple of weeks and gauge his aptitude.

Yes Sir.

My name is Mehar.

Salam sister Mehar.

Pakistan People’s Party has emerged victorious in the latest elections.

Benazir Bhutto’s party has successfully secured 89 seats in the National Assembly

while the opposing Muslim League managed to win 73 seats.

Benazir Bhutto has declared her electoral win ‘a common man’s victory’.

Irfan?

Do you want to be an artist when you grow up?

Artist?

One who makes pictures.

Maybe I’ll become that.

And you?

Prime Minister,

just like Benazir Bhutto,

and on my very first day,

I’ll announce free education for all the children.

If you become the Prime Minister,

then I’ll become the President.

We’re already friends,

so we’ll teach the children together.

But...

Christians can’t be the president.

Then we’re not equal.

It’s alright.

I’ll fight for our rights.

Because we only accept that Pakistan where we all are equal.

We will get

Freedom!

Our right

Freedom!

We will get

Freedom!

Our right

Freedom!

I may never become the Prime Minister,

but if he had lived,

he would have changed the law.

And would have become president in the next 20 years or so.

Yes?

I want to meet with Mr. Shahbaz.

If you find Mr. Shahbaz,

do let us know.

♪ My breath is suffocated ♪

♪ Rage runs through my veins ♪

♪ Who do I listen to? ♪

♪ Who speaks the truth? ♪

♪ Let me drown in the thirsty river ♪

♪ Becoming ashes ♪

♪ Let the wind carry me ♪

♪ Underneath the lights ♪

♪ this darkness remains ♪

♪ Underneath the injustice ♪

♪ the morning is lost ♪

♪ How do I disentangle the tangled thread? ♪

♪ How do I quench this blazing fire? ♪

Greetings brother,

can I make a phone call?

Yes, go ahead.

Thank you so much.

Madam, I called to request you.

Please, wait at the office for half an hour.

I have something important to tell you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

You can almost say that I’ve witnessed the murder of Irfan Masih.

I know who killed him and

why they did it.

Do you mean there were other people besides Ashraf Hero?

Ashraf Hero was just a puppet,

and puppets are disposable pawns.

The murder was planned by someone else.

By whom?

Salman Habib.

Managing director of Habib Enterprises.

The largest carpet and rug exporter in the region of Punjab.

The workshop in Muridwala where Irfan worked

was directly under their control.

When Irfan started campaigning internationally,

and speaking of the tortures done to him and his fellow children,

many countries banned carpet imports from Pakistan.

Voting for me doesn’t mean

that I’m better than you,

it means I am your servant.

Your friend,

your well-wisher.

Your troubles are my troubles,

and finding solutions to your problems

is my responsibility.

If you

give me your votes,

I will become your voice in the halls of government,

a voice that is unwavering!

Long live Salman Habib!

جیسا کہ آپ دیکھ سکتے ہیں،

یہاں سے میری پہچان ہے.

یہ میرا گھر ہے، اور یہ میرے لوگ ہیں۔

میں ہر ایک کو جانتا ہوں۔ اور...

وہ مجھے جانتے ہیں۔

جو محبت مجھے ان لوگوں سے ہے

الفاظ میں بیان نہیں کر سکتا۔

اگر آپ مجھ سے پوچھیں تو،

تو یہ میرے لئے جنت کی تصویر ہے۔

مگر مجھے یاد ہے کچھ سال پہلے ایک میٹنگ میں آپ نے کہا تھا کہ

آپ کو سیاسی کیریئر سے دلچسپی نہیں ہے۔

اس وقت میں جوان اور بیوقوف تھا۔

لیکن مجھے احساس ہوا

کہ سیاست میں داخل ہونا سب سے تیز طریقہ ہے

کسی بھی طریقے سے تبدیلی لانے کا۔

اگر میں ان لوگوں کی مدد کرنا چاہتا ہوں...

اپنے لوگوں کی.

تو مجھے اکھاڑے میں اترنا ہوگا

مجھے اپنے آرام و آسائش کو قربان کرنا ہوگا

اپنے ملک اور لوگوں کے لئے تبدیلی لانے کے لئے۔

Bullshit!

جیسے کہ میں کہہ رہا تھا:

میرے لوگ میرے لئے سب سے اہم ہیں۔

These are the last ten years’ export numbers for Pakistani carpets.

Because of Irfan Masih, they lost hundreds of millions.

To date, warehouses are filled with cancelled export orders.

They were getting funding from America and Italy.

That’s why there was no doubt

they would achieve success in this mission too.

OBLR was getting funded because of Irfan Masih

and the only way to stop it

was Irfan Masih’s death.

There is no doubt that Irfan Masih’s murder was premeditated.

And for people like Salman Habib, a murder is no big deal.

They belong to political families.

And Miss Najma,

your friend,

the researcher she’s working with,

was with Salman Habib.

I have information on that, also.

You promised me you would bring some solid proof.

Madam please… don’t say that!

We know you are more experienced than all of us.

Your grandfather started the paper, your father ran it successfully,

and now you,

are the captain of this sinking ship.

But don’t forget the others on this ship with you.

You’re never satisfied with anyone’s work.

For the past two weeks, I’ve worked on this story.

Worked day and night...

Interviewed dozens of people, went all over the place.

Don’t react like that!

My father always taught me,

journalism demands reason over emotions.

That’s why Nayi Subah stands apart, in this world of yellow journalism.

Because we have editorial principles.

What editorial principles?

Why don’t you speak straight, that you can’t publish anything against Salman Habib?

Or you don’t want to publish,

because you have a personal relationship with his family?

You know better than me,

that a person

who has different principles for friends and others,

that person is a hypocrite!

Are you calling me a hypocrite?

I’m just giving an example.

If what I’m thinking is true…

while handing out favors to your friends, don’t forget,

these people have messed up everything!

Nobody has been paid in three months!

And if you’re discreetly planning to sell the newspaper,

then tell us to go find new jobs.

And if not that, then fire us!

Your life won’t be affected if this newspaper is sold.

But what will happen to us, the salaried ones,

who are already behind in this race of survival?

Have you ever thought about that?

Go ahead. Go find another job for yourself.

Madam Sarwat is not going to publish this news.

Have you heard the name Salman Habib?

I think he’s involved in this murder.

You only think that,

but I’m convinced.

Why didn’t you take him to court?

His name isn’t in the First Information Report.

I’ve met an eyewitness,

who was on the bicycle with Irfan that day.

His account exactly matches with the FIR.

And you think

he is telling the truth?

When they signed with their thumbprints, did they know what was in that report?

Was it true or was it false?

It doesn’t make any difference, whatever was written on that report is now established as the truth.

There were two eyewitnesses to the murder.

I couldn’t track down the second one.

I think he must have run away like Ashraf Hero.

His name is Feroz,

and he hasn’t run away.

He’s here.

With us, in our protection.

It’s very important to protect the eyewitnesses, and Irfan Masih’s family.

If anything happens to any of them, this case will be closed indefinitely.

We also wanted to bring Luqmaan,

but his father didn’t agree.

He’s a news reporter

and wants to help us.

Shahbaz Bhatti.

When did you meet Irfan for the first time?

At the workshop.

All of us kids, used to work really hard.

The master would say:

“A childs finger

doesn’t get caught between the threads."

What happened when you two last met?

Luqmaan was in cahoots with them.

He used me to

trap Irfan.

Is there no other option?

If you’d come two days earlier…

Now all the VCR’s are rented.

Dude, Feroz...

Feroz! Did you find a VCR?

You can come to my place.

My father bought a new VCR.

Who’s he?

My cousin, Luqmaan.

I’m Irfan, his best friend.

Should we go to his house then?

Feroz? I need your bicycle.

I have to take food for my father.

Take it, it’s outside.

Come with me.

I’m scared of going alone.

Let’s go and get some fresh air.

How are teachers in America?

Really good!

Do they hit?

Why would they hit?

And Mehar?

She doesn’t hit either.

You’re scared for no reason.

This time when I come to the city I’ll meet Mehar madam.

She’ll admit you into her school too.

I’m married now.

She’ll admit your wife too.

Luqmaan!

I’ll be back in a minute.

Luqmaan!

Luqmaan!

Where did he go?

Miss Mehar says

we can’t be the president of the country.

She must be eyeing that position for herself.

She wants to be the Prime Minister.

I’ll become the President!

Oh!

So you’ll become a Muslim to become the President?

I’ll change the law.

Luqman knew Ashraf hero from before?

Maybe.

You never asked him?

Did he also get injured?

I don’t remember.

No.

He was completely fine.

He’s just a child.

How can he be involved in murder?

He’s a child, that’s why anyone can make him do anything.

When will Mr. Ejaz Ullah come back?

By the end of this year… probably.

But his life is in danger.

We’re also being followed.

Our phones are being tapped,

and everyone is being called in for questioning.

There are strange men stationed outside our office.

I’m warning you,

you can’t do this.

We couldn’t do anything in two years,

what good can you do alone?

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Childrens’ fingers

don’t get tangled in the threads.

They’re ideal for the finest carpet-weaving.

Childrens’ fingers.

You haven’t even completed one yet!

Hurry, hurry... Pick up the speed!

Finish it by tonight, or no one will get dinner.

Ahhhooowww!

Are you crazy?

What if the carpet had gotten damaged?

Who would have cleaned it?

Bastards!

Why aren’t you working?

Get back to work!

Move!

Do the work,

or Ajmal will throw you out.

Their school bag is so big!

The books must be so heavy!

As if you're gonna carry bags.

Why do you care?

Their backs must be aching like ours.

They carry their school bags for a short while.

But we crouch over these looms all day long.

What do you keep looking at outside?

I want to go to school, too.

Then go to sleep...

And dream of getting admission

and enroll in any grade you want.

Buddy, pray that we finish the work fast,

or else we won’t get Christmas break either.

What’s wrong now?

They’re not going to give us Christmas break.

Let’s run away tonight.

You’ve lost it completely!

Come on.

Turn off the lights, now!

Let’s do one game, eh?

Eh?

Go to sleep now!

Brother Ajmal?

Sarwar is very sick.

Don’t act like his father.

The fever will wear off by tomorrow.

Off to sleep now!

Don’t you all try to make excuses for being sick,

or I’ll break your legs!

Feroz?

Feroz?

Let’s run away.

Here’s my queen!

Queen, really?

This game is mine.

And this is my king.

And this is my two.

You are putting the queen and calling a two?

Bring a new bottle from upstairs, this one's empty.

You didn't even offer me a drink and now you're saying it's empty.

Be careful, don't stumble.

I’m going.

I have to pee.

You bastard!

Did you run away?

How old are you?

Don’t know.

Does your master beat you?

He can’t beat you anymore.

Now scums like him will be arrested without question!

It is written here that all bonded laborers have been liberated.

Is that all?

There is going to be a rally in two weeks...

This guy will address it.

What do you think?

Is the law blind?

I’ll lock up every fodder-thief.

Get in! Get in!

Hooligans!

Oye!

What are you looking for?

Who do you want to meet?

I want to register a complaint.

Yes, son.

What is your name?

Irfan.

Do you work at a carpet-weaving workshop?

Where is your workshop?

In Town 43.

Where are your parents?

Mother lives in Muridwala.

And father?

No idea.

Ok, tell me one thing...

Why didn’t you go to your mother?

Sir, there’s a good chance his parents have sold him off.

Is the motorbike here?

Yes sir.

Get it ready.

Let’s go...

Sit on it!

Get off.

Take him to the hospital.

Yes, sure

As soon as possible.

Sure sir...

Oh...

Be careful next time.

Right.

Things are not like before.

Yes, sure.

Where would you go running away? Shameless!

I will see you!

Shameless!

Where would you go?

Move!

Move!

Move!

You take loans

but don’t want to work?

Shameless person!

Get back to work!

Come on!

Wake up, Shahbaz brother!

Take a bath.

I’ll bring breakfast in 10 minutes.

Children’s fingers.

Where are you going Shahbaz Brother?

Don’t you want to have breakfast?

No, you can have it. I’m late.

It looks like the tire needs to be changed.

Leave the keys. I’ll have it fixed after work this evening.

Don’t worry.

I’ll do it myself.

Do your work.

Wait a second.

This is the money I owed from last month.

I’ll give you the rest by this weekend.

You don’t need to bring breakfast tomorrow,

I’ll have it in the office.

What do you mean?

And don’t worry about the cleaning, either.

I’ll do it myself.

That’s him.

Thanks a lot.

Arshad?

Yes. Who are you?

Did you own a carpet workshop?

I borrowed money from Chaudhary Amjad to start the factory.

Now, it’s all gone.

After Irfan left,

other workers also stopped coming to work.

Is this why you took revenge on Irfan?

Oh no sir.

Nothing was his fault.

He was such a sweet and innocent child.

And he was very dear to me.

Taught him the work myself.

We used to make the best quality carpet.

Never once heard a complaint from Salman Sahab.

The boys were happy and used to have fun together.

Irfan was the impish one!

♪ I fly like a free bird ♪

♪ without a care in the world ♪

♪ I sing ballads of love for everyone ♪

♪ I fly like a free bird ♪

♪ without a care in the world ♪

♪ I sing ballads of love for everyone ♪

♪ The moon is my confidante ♪

♪ And the sun is my beloved friend ♪

♪ Stars come to visit me every night ♪

♪ Forget about tomorrow ♪

♪ And let’s live for the moment my friend ♪

♪ Let’s dance to the beat of our hearts ♪

♪ And erase all the pain ♪

♪ So the heart sings ding dung, ding dung, ding dung ♪

♪ The heart sings ding dung, ding dung, ding ♪

♪ The heart sings ding dung, ding dung, ding dung ♪

♪ The heart sings ding dung, ding dung, ding ♪

♪ The heart sings ding dung, ding dung, ding dung ♪

♪ The heart sings ding dung, ding dung, ding ♪

♪ The heart sings ding dung, ding dung, ding dung ♪

♪ The heart sings ding dung, ding dung, ding ♪

Two please.

Thank you, thank you.

I want to take this opportunity to make a small request.

Let your women get an education.

Let them study.

Let them attend schools and colleges.

اس ملک کی آدھی سے زیادہ آبادی عورتوں کی ہے.

Consider this effort for women’s education

as my legacy.

We have arranged tea for you, please join us.

A new housing society has been launched for journalists.

Apply for a 5 Marla plot,

I can pull a few strings for you.

Thankfully we got here before the snacks were finished!

Bon Appetit!

Let me give you some brotherly advice.

Don’t go after Salman Habib.

He’s a good guy.

Educated,

sophisticated,

and genuine.

But if you mess with him,

he won’t leave you till your last breath.

Where are you off to?

Shahbaz!

Stop!

Greetings, Sir.

Sir, I want to do your profile interview.

Sir, I am from Nayi Subah.

Please Sir?

Did Sarwat send you?

Yes, Sir.

Sir… Shahbaz Bhatti.

How is Sarwat?

She is doing great, Sir!

If you don’t mind, let’s go to the polo club,

I think it will be more convenient.

Sure, Sir.

Send him.

Sir Salman is ready to see you.

Have you ever tried riding a horse?

No Sir.

You must try it at least once in your life.

The relationship between horse and man goes back centuries.

بادشاہ کی طرح محسوس کرتے ہو. جب تم گھوڑے پر سوار ہوتے ہو.

How long have you been playing polo?

Since I was thirteen.

What did you aspire to be when you were young?

I was very interested in writing.

Where did you complete higher education?

Sorry, repeat the question.

Why don’t you ask the question you want to ask?

Sorry?

Oxford, England for undergrad...

Majored in Economics. Write it!

Do you know why I’ve come here?

You’ve been following me for the last two weeks.

Have asked everyone at my factory about my activities.

You rudely interrupted me during my interview,

by the way, that was very unprofessional of you.

If luck has finally brought you here in front of me,

muster up the courage!

Ask whatever you want to ask.

I really don’t have that much time.

Did you have Irfan Masih murdered?

It looks like you’ve been spending time at the organization.

Mehar and you must be having lots of deep talks.

I am merely researching the Irfan Masih case.

This one-sided crusade is not ‘research.’

Aww, my majestic king! Hmm?

Saddle him up.

So, you didn’t do any background checks on Mehar?

Whatever she said, you heard and took her word for it?

She works for OBLR,

studied economics at Kinnaird.

She is a simple activist.

And?

And what?

Her home,

family, people’s opinion of her?

That means, all this harassment was reserved for me?

Not for her?

Sir, all of these are irrelevant to the case.

Why a clean chit for Mehar?

OBLR received millions in donations after Irfan’s murder.

Yet within a year, eight of their schools shut down.

Where did all the money go?

Where did all those donations go?

Who embezzled it all?

So, you agree that Irfan Masih’s death wasn’t accidental?

That’s not my job

but that of people like you.

All I know is that

before looking for the murderer, identifying the motive is very important.

Carpet manufacturers like me had nothing to gain from that child’s murder.

We’ve lost our face.

All the orders have been diverted to other countries.

The whole industry has crashed!

Yet that Ejaz Ullah…

is enjoying himself in Italy and living a comfortable life on donations.

Don’t you think those donations should have been given to Irfan’s family?

Huh?

The family that’s currently being held hostage by OBLR?

They’re protecting them.

All of these are mere theatrics of Mehar and Ejaz Ullah.

The truth is, Ejaz Ullah sacrificed his “golden goose” out of greed,

and then left the country in fear of the consequences.

But there are many around still propagating his agenda...

Including you.

Why don’t you ever show up on time?

Sorry sorry I slept late.

Couldn’t have breakfast either.

Greetings!

Is everything ok?

Madam wants to speak to everyone.

We were waiting for you.

Yes? What do you want?

I want to talk to you, that’s all.

Come back later.

Shahbaz hurry up.

We’re only waiting for you.

Yes, what do you want?

I don’t have any money.

I’m not a beggar.

Yeah, okay.

Come tomorrow to talk.

In the last few years the readership of this newspaper has gone down significantly.

As a result of opposing the government and having a difference of opinion

they didn’t provide us with any advertisements.

Despite all that I tried my best.

Gave it my all, to try to keep publishing this newspaper.

لیکن اب میں تھک گئی ہوں

ذہنی اور جسمانی طور دونوں پر.

This week is going to be our last week.

And this Friday

the last issue of Nayi Subah will get published.

Our newspaper is closed forever.

Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

Madam, that means

only good awaits us now.

It’s from the Carpet Manufacturers Association.

" ہمیں تحقیق سے ثبوت ملا ہے کہ عرفان مسیح کا قتل OBLR کے ہاتھوں، "

" ہمارے دشمنوں کے حکم سے ہوا ہے. "

" درخواست ہے کہ آپ ان معلومات کو شائع کریں "

" تاکہ یہ عوام کے علم میں آ سکے. "

Of course,

they only know how to demand.

But can’t give credible evidence.

How can you provide evidence for a lie?

How can you make a claim that all this is a lie?

Madam, do you think they are telling the truth?

It doesn’t matter what you and I think.

The question is, what’s the actual truth?

So then, what is the truth?

That’s your job to find, Shahbaz.

You must run this full report from The Commission of Human Rights...

Sir?

...so we can’t be accused.

This is very important!

What is this?

Go, I’ll take care of this.

Put everything on hold and type.

Ready?

Alright... this is the investigation finding…

Iqbal.

Come here! Listen...

Just say it, I’m fine here.

Very little sweets left.

Come have some before I finish them all.

Next time I visit Gujranwala,

I’ll bring more for you.

No, don’t need your favors.

Come on,

forgive me.

Why do you have so much trash and newspapers everywhere?

You said you’d be cleaning yourself.

This is nothing.

The real mess is the one in my mind.

Because you’re not having your regular tea.

Wait, let me bring it for you.

Leave it.

Where did tea come from?

You’re thinking too much nowadays.

Tea will help clear your mind.

Shahbaz brother!

You’re dead if you’re in your head!

Really?

Get potatoes! Get eggplants! Get your onions!

Don’t have money,

come tomorrow.

Please have a seat Sir...

I was just about to leave.

What’s your name?

Oh wow…

So you don’t know who I am?

I am Pervaiz.

Irfan’s older brother.

What do you do?

You must have heard of Sada-e-Millat newspaper.

I work in their printing press.

Why aren’t you living with your family?

No reason really…

just like that.

Have you fought with them?

My fight is against the shenanigans of this organization.

Check this out:

I had this published at Sada-e-Millat against the organization.

Who knows? Maybe this helps us get justice.

We were very fond of each other.

So,

So what, Sir?

Who had your brother killed?

Or was it an accident...

Isn’t it clear already?

Ejaz Ullah had him murdered, Sir.

Ejaz Ullah.

I have found him suspicious ever since he first visited our home.

But somehow, he managed to cloud our mother’s eyes, and took Irfan along with him.

But why would the organization kill your brother?

Money… Sir!

It's all about the money.

They receive tons of dollars.

This Ejaz Ullah is quite a character.

Sells fabricated stories to westerners, and those naive people fall for his lies.

That’s how the organization people run their business.

They used my brother from the beginning.

They brainwashed him in the name of education.

Took him on international trips to make money on his name.

And didn’t pay us a penny after his death!

And now they’re stringing my mother along,

with false hopes of justice!

But I’m well aware of what they’re doing,

and I’m not going to spare them.

I’ll make their lives hell!

Be very careful of this Madam.

She wouldn’t think twice about selling you down the river.

I’ve heard she is having an affair with Ejaz Ullah.

Did they clear your account?

Madam Sarwat,

may I come in?

Is everything okay?

What was madam saying?

Hello.

Oh, hi!

What are you doing here?

I had something to do with madam.

Done with it?

Yes…

now off to the office.

Cool, cool...

Are you going directly to the office?

Yes.

Should I come along?

Why?

Is someone going to kidnap me?

Well, anything’s possible.

Should we have some tea?

Let’s go.

Yes, sister?

Bring two special teas. Fast.

Sure, Shahbaz brother!

Wait a moment.

What’s your name?

He’s Iqbal…

He works at my…

When I came to Lahore, I met him here for the first time.

Would you like to go to school?

I guess so.

That's great then.

Shahbaz brother can help you with that.

I’ll bring the tea, sister.

These children are so innocent,

and we rob them of their innocence.

I’ve just come to that realization, too…

how some people are so heartless.

Not some people,

all of us are equally responsible for this.

So, when did you join the organization?

It’s been a long time now.

Met Sir Ejaz at a seminar when I was in college.

You’ve been with him since then?

When I started working,

I realized how injustice and inhumanity prevail here,

and one lifetime is not enough to end them.

Don’t you get tired?

I was tired at one point.

I’d lost hope, too.

I’d planned to move abroad and live peacefully.

But then

I experienced a miracle...

Miracle?

Irfan Masih.

Irfan!

Have a safe trip.

Sir when will you return?

It’s a two-day conference and then some meetings with donors.

I'll be back soon, once all of that is taken care of, God willing.

And I’ve booked Irfan’s flight for next month.

Once he returns,

take him out shopping

for necessities and everyday things.

Ok, Sir.

Sir,

was it a good idea to allow Irfan to travel in this situation?

Wouldn’t it have been better if Hameed & Saad accompanied him?

It’s important for them to stay in the office while I’m away.

Hameed!

Hameed!

And yes,

I’ll leave for the airport directly from home tomorrow.

Hameed will have the office keys.

Here are the keys.

Yes Sir.

Take care of the office.

Will do.

I will keep on calling.

Ok Sir.

Bye.

Hello, OBLR.

Let’s go Mehar.

Irfan!

Mom!

Ifran!! My child....

My child...

Where did you go...

Why did you let Irfan go without the guards that day?

Wasn’t he already receiving death threats?

Yes.

We made a mistake.

And an innocent child got killed,

leaving behind a mother who still awaits justice.

We’re trying our best, Shahbaz.

And won’t rest until we get justice.

Then how come Ashraf Hero was acquitted?

And that carpet-workshop owner?

Why was no charge made against him?

These all are just pawns,

someone much more powerful is doing all the planning.

And our fight is with that power.

Whose planning?

Salman Habib’s?

Or the government’s?

Yes!

Yes, all of them are in cahoots.

Do you have evidence to support this?

Why did you allow Irfan to travel alone that day?

The two men specially appointed for his protection,

where were they?

Who stopped them from going with him?

You?

Or Ejaz Ullah?

What’s the point of telling you everything,

and trusting you?

You’ve ganged up with them too!

Mehar, if you’re telling the truth,

there should be some concrete evidence.

Sir,

when are you coming back?

People here believe that you won’t return.

Now, everybody has turned against us.

Sir, we can only fight this together.

Sir, there’s no point in having a press conference.

I’m trying my best, Sir, but things are becoming difficult to manage without you here.

Nothing will get better, Sir!

I don’t think we have much time left!

Hey!

Who allowed you inside?

Get out of here!

Get back to your work, woman!

You stay in your lane!

Who allowed you to search here without a warrant?

Where’s the inspector?

What is this outrageous behavior?

You’ll learn what outrageous is

if you don’t allow the search!

Without a warrant?

Don’t we have any rule of law?

I know Mehar, I promised you.

But right now, I’m just not in a position to help you.

And by the way, your documents are not safe here with me.

You don’t have to come, I’ll get them dropped off to you in a bit.

Ok.

Thank you.

Bye.

Shahbaz brother,

that Madam’s been waiting for you for quite a while.

Mehar?

I let her into your apartment.

I’m sorry I...

came uninvited,

but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go.

Sit down.

This briefcase holds

all the documents relevant to Irfan’s case.

FIRs,

court files,

donation receipts...

communication with American schools,

his scholarship letters, and even

his medical records…

all of it.

All of it?

Yes.

I know you said you need evidence,

but please keep them safe with you for a few days.

You expect a journalist

to keep evidence safe?

No.

A friend.

It was my responsibility to keep these documents safe,

but I don’t have much time left.

And I don’t want this information to get into the wrong hands.

You can trust me with the truth.

If you’ve made a mistake, you can share it with me.

Mehar, what do you mean by not much time left?

Who’s after you?

Tea?

What?

Won’t you offer some tea?

Of course.

Iqbal?

Yes Shahbaz brother?

Bring two specials.

I’ll bring them right up!

In this country,

anyone who wants to do the right thing,

put an end to tyranny,

is declared a rebel by those who rule over us.

There’s a difference between being a criminal and a rebel.

Is standing up for the oppressed a crime?

You shouldn’t have gotten yourself into that problem.

Focus on your career.

Why waste yourself over those things?

I’m a journalist. That’s my job.

Oh, my love!

That’s not how you become a journalist.

You must be clever!

Means?

It means, if you put your hand into a hornet’s nest, you’re not going to get honey!

Hey kiddo.

Yes?

How old are you?

What?

Do you go to school?

Me, Sir?

No. I don’t go to school.

Shoo! Go away.

Just mind your own business.

If you try to deal with people above your station,

you’ll get trapped.

Thank you.

I can’t decide,

who I should believe?

Who should I support?

Always support the weak ones,

fight for the oppressed.

Maybe their eyes await you,

but they’re unable to see in all this chaos.

This is why it doesn’t matter.

No matter how much we write.

No matter how much we raise our voice or blindly run towards the truth.

People...

are crazy for power.

It does matter, Shahbaz.

This is why people don’t like what we do.

This is why they want to buy our silence.

I didn’t expect

cruelty to be so blind.

They didn’t even spare that innocent little child.

What could he possibly do?

Isn’t it also possible Shahbaz,

that all of this is purely coincidental, and now some people are taking advantage of it?

Always remember,

that child’s voice was the voice of truth.

And the voice of truth

can shake the foundations of the biggest kingdoms.

Mehar came to visit me

with all the documents on this case.

She asked me to keep them safe.

You do know what that means, right?

“Off-the-record.”

This is what I don’t understand.

If they’re innocent, then why not prove it?

Why are they scared?

Shahbaz, sometimes I think that we’re all culprits.

How long do I have to stay here?

Doctors think

it will take you two or three days to recover.

Any update on Mehar?

Yes,

we have updates, but

until she’s brought into court,

her case can’t be pursued.

Look at this Shahbaz.

This is the most we can do.

Publish a newspaper, write a poem,

protest outside the Press Club.

That’s it.

And justice?

You’ve done justice for your part, Shahbaz.

That’s enough.

Justice is a fantasy.

That isn’t recognized in this country.

I’ve arranged a new job for you, Shahbaz.

Visit Payam’s office after you’ve recovered.

Come in.

Ready?

One moment...

Here’s a gift to celebrate your first day of school.

But…

But what?

Today’s your first day at your new job, too.

I didn’t bring a gift for you.

No problem;

you can get me one later.

Lets go.

Let’s go.