01x05 - 2059 Part II: Nightbirds

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sh*t.

Attention.

The sun has set.

Curfew is now lifted in accordance
with national ordinance 1138.

Daytime curfew resumes at sunrise:

6:11 a.m.

Is mine on?

I'm taking one pull.

Okay. Okay.

Hey! Stop, f*ck.

You paid for only one puff.

So add it to my tab.

What tab?

Hey.

What?

Give my brother one more shot.

Will you pay for it?

Did you wager on the cricket match
yesterday at Lords?

Yes. I also lost three lakhs.

Come on.

Drought-resistant seeds!

Wheat, Jowar, Bajra.

Genuine Alpha seeds...

So you're the driver?

Mind your own business.

Wheat, Jowar, Bajra.

Genuine Alpha seeds...

Stay on him.

Wait here. I'm going inside.

Hurry up.

Hey.

Come on.

What is that?

What?

Can't you see that light?

That?

Maybe it's the sun
and we'll all be dead in eight minutes.

You come on. Come on.

I am feeling hungry.

Hey, you're the driver, Gaurav, right?

Come, eat some biryani.

It's not real rice.
It's that synthetic, processed crap.

Did you hear that outside?

Hey.
Did you read the detail? English only.

What?

The detail. It says me
and you are to speak in English only.

Why?

I don't know.
A security measure or something.

These higher-ups and their...
Their demands.

I could do it in Hindi!

I speak good Hindi!

But I never go against the detail.

Anyway, come eat. I'm Neel.

Something exploded in the sky.

Mmm. My man said it, um... it was a drone.
Uber Eats.

Not a drone.

What then?

Not a drone.

Airplane, maybe.

Not an aeroplane.

Then what?

I don't know.

It doesn't matter anyway.
Over there. That's you.

Diesel?

If it wasn't diesel, we wouldn't need you.

Self-driving autos
are driving you guys to extinction.

I'm not paying for diesel.

Last time they didn't
give me reimbursement.

There's a cash allotment for fuel.

There better be.

I just said there was.

How much is it?

Enough to get you to Varanasi.

Varanasi?

Yeah. Varanasi first,
and then up north somewhere.

- There's two shifts?
- Yeah.

- I don't do double shifts.
- Says who?

It's in my contract.

You have a contract?

- Verbal.
- Verbal contract.

Madam knows, madam is aware.

That's between you and Madam.

The job is a double shift.
Do you want it or not?

No double shifts.

In that case, f*ck off.

Watch your mouth, as*h*le.

Listen.
You didn't even ask me how much it pays.

10,000 euros.

Ten thousand...

Euros.

Ten thousand euro.

Five up front. Five on completion.

No, ten thousand euro to drive?

To drive what?

I don't know.
It doesn't matter. Cargo is cargo.

I don't agree.

So... what's it gonna be?

Let's go.

Huh?

- Let's go.
- Where are you going?

Me and you, road trip.

Thirty-five hours to Varanasi,

and I hope you like country-western
because that is my jam!

No.

You take the bus or something.

I drive alone. I always drive alone.

It is safe.

Madam specifies we go together.

Why do you want to go to Varanasi?

I don't know, mate.
I'm on the job, exactly the same as you.

I'm not lifting you
in and out of the truck, okay?

Understand?

Let's go!

All the trucks in Mumbai, and
we get the one with blown-out speakers.

What do you do when you drive? Music?
News radio? Meditation? What?

For me, it's music. Always music, man.

Obviously country-western,
but rap, EDM, trap.

I love songs from the movies.

That's it.

Are you married? Have a girl? A guy?

Me, I'm not married.

I had a girl,
but after I lost the leg here...

she went and got with someone else.

I was pissed, man, but I get it.

Do you like movies?

No.

I f*cking love movies, man.

Romance, history, drama, action.
I don't care.

My sweetie and I, before she left me,
we'd spend all day in the cinema.

Poor girl. She couldn't be marrying
some cr*pple, you know?

But I do earn.

I'm not some... loser.

I'm hoping word gets back
to her, you know,

and she's like,
"Oh, Neel, international gangster.

Maybe he earns more than
the current dickhead I'm curled up with."

Maybe she comes around, you know.

A man's gotta believe.
Happily ever after, like the movies.

How much will it cost to shut you up?

I don't wanna hear about some b*tch

who ran off with somebody else.

Watch your mouth.
Talking about my girl.

You want a woman who ran away
with another man?

- You have no shame.
- You don't know the full story.

I don't want to know the full story.

She's gone. Forget about her.

Okay?
Now shut up and sit and let me drive.

I didn't ask you for an in-depth analysis.

Hardly in-depth.

f*ck you, man!
I believe in things, all right?

So what's your thing?
What are you gonna do when you get paid?

Send it back to the family?
Spend it all on wh*res, drugs, what?

None of your business.

You got that asthma?

And you pull from that dirty thing?

Nas-Bots, bro.

This is the sh*t.

I don't put robots in my nose.

Nanobots, not robots.

Internal filters. Easier, cheaper.

And you don't have to be sucking on
that filthy mask all day.

They track you with that. You don't know.

Who tracks you?

Corporations.

Corporations don't need nanobots
to track us, mate.

They've got us by the ba*ls already.

I knew guys like you in the w*r.

You were in the w*r?

Yes, sir. Fifteenth Infantry, Amritsar.

How was that?

How was the w*r? f*cking mega, mate.

Pakistan used chemical weapons, or what?

- Not that I saw.
- I heard they did.

Some conspiracy theory.

I heard the w*r is still going on.

You're a f*cking idiot.
I was in the w*r. It ended.

Everyone has a different story.

I heard it's still going on.

We keep going in,
but those people are like c*ck,

you k*ll one, and three more come out.

What people?

Muslims.

I heard it's strictly black-ops now.

The w*r.

Where are you hearing this?

News.

What news?

Just... news.

Listen, the news you're
listening to is some bullshit news.

You're gonna sit there
and you're gonna tell me

that you know more about the w*r
that I fought in?

We didn't need any chemical weapons.
We got plenty f*cked without 'em.

Where were you during the w*r?

I had exemption.

What exemption?

Ministry of Agriculture.

Crops died.

My father k*lled himself
and then my brothers, too.

You're agro-exempt?

Your family. I'm sorry.

Where are you from?

Bihar.

Where in Bihar?

Some village you don't know.

Oh, f*cking hell.

Birds. Every night.

It's because of us.

We start living at night
and they start flying around,

after hours, causing mass suicide.

Just like my family.

My family is dead too, mate.

Mine just died of cancer.

Because the air is poison.

The air isn't poison.
We don't have cancer, do we?

Not yet.

Not ever.

Things are gonna get better.

- Okay.
- They will.

- How?
- They will.

- How?
- Trust me. They will.

Sun's out. Bedtime.

What's that stitching on your bag?
The staples?

- It works, it's called...
- improvising.

No wonder you're single.

Why don't you get a fake leg?

I don't earn that prosthetic cash,
even in this lavish life of crime.

Tell me how it is
that a farmer's son from Bihar

starts working for Madam out of Mumbai?

You should be proud, man. I am.

I mean, you're earning decent money
on account of, uh, semi-honest work.

Mmm.

I mean, 10,000 euros
is nothing to laugh at in this economy.

When I get paid,

I think I'm gonna take sweetie to Kuwait.

Two nights at the Four Seasons.
Yeah, just me and her.

What if she says no?

f*ck is your problem, man?

I'm just asking.

My most cherished dream,
and you're just sh1tting on it.

Anything is possible, you know.

I mean,
it could start snowing outside any minute.

Rains could come back
and grow a rain forest

from here to your desert planet of Bihar.

I mean, we could colonize Mars,
we could colonize the oceans.

And me and sweetie, we could find
ourselves in the Four Seasons

for two nights in Kuwait.

A man's gotta believe, you know.

Mmm.

For me, when I get the money,
I want to go to Goa.

I hear they have women on the beach
who are giving pedicures.

Also with the manicures,
scalp massage, ear cleaning.

You want someone
to clean your ears and cut your toenails?

No, no, it's much more than that.

They're giving head massage,
cleaning, pumice stone.

Sometimes happy ending also.

Hmm. How much does that cost?

I don't know.

10,000 will last you plenty, mate.

Maybe forever.

At least until the world ends,
which is probably soon.

You're very depressing, you know that?

The world isn't
necessarily gonna end, okay?

I mean, f*ck CIT 2.

We can put that stuff in the atmosphere
and... and things could get better.

Geoengineering.

The volcano did it, so can we.

The volcano from Micronesia.

Philippines.

It was Micronesia.

The point is the world can change.

Temperature can fluctuate both ways.

Volcano spews ash into the air,
temperatures got cooler.

It happened before,
and it can happen again.

So you want someone to launch
reflective chemicals into the atmosphere

in the hope that it will cool the planet

and save life on Earth?

And you think I'm stupid?

I'm saying you've gotta believe in
possibilities and happy f*cking endings.

Mr. Bilton is concerned.

I took care of the plane.
I can take care of this.

Welcome back, ma'am.

Yes, here is your reservation.

Alpha has booked you
in a luxury suite with a terrace.

Charges have been taken care of,
as well as incidentals.

What brings you back to Mumbai, ma'am?

I wanna be a movie star.

Well, you've come to the right place.

- Allow me.
- Leave it.

Is the bar in the room stocked?

Yes, ma'am.

Bring some ice.
See that I'm not disturbed.

Daytime
6:12 a.m.

Wet bulb 31.

An extreme heat warning is in effect.

I wonder how many people died.

Sun's down. Let's go.

You still sucking on that thing.

Try my Nas-Bot. Try it!

Try it! Look!

Keep that robot out of my face
or I'll throw it out of the f*cking truck.

I'd like to see you try that.

You making fun of me?

Oh, sh*t.

What? sh*t.

No, no, it's okay.
It's just routine checking.

You know our story, right?

- Huh? Uh.
- What are we doing?

We are transporting
"Cool-Fan-Nice" electric fans to Varanasi.

- And why am I here?
- Uh...

You're our company supervisor.

And we have the paperwork to show for it

- if they wanna look, okay?
- Uh-huh.

Just don't speak in Hindi, okay?

My Hindi's fine.
Hey, listen, if I end up outside

and my chair's still back there,
push it out, all right?

What's the problem, sir?
Everything okay?

Reports of smugglers.
Get out of the truck.

I'm in a wheelchair.
Can you give me a moment...

Please, sir, please!

- Out of the truck now!
- What's going on?

Yes, sir, we're only transporting
electric fans, sir,

to Varanasi.

Sure you are.

They're just electric fans.

Open the f*cking doors.

You see, sir?

Sir.

Electric fans, Cool-Fan-Nice.

What do you got?

Hurry up.

Hey, m*therf*cker.

On your knees, hands behind your head.

I swear, I'm just a driver.

You're just a driver, eh?

Hey! What'd you find?

- You think we're idiots?
- It's just a lunch box, sir.

- Just a lunch box?
- Yes, sir.

All right, sonny,
get ready to meet your maker.

You all right?

The f*ck are you doing? Start the truck.

What's in the lunch box?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Who knows?

It's not my business.

Then how do the police know?

Huh?

They went straight for the tiffin.

Must have got tipped off by some rival.
We need to dump the truck.

- Dump the truck? Huh? Dump the tr...
- Yeah.

You think this is some backpack?
Where will you dump the truck?

I know a spot 5K up.

It's on the left, but slow down.
It's barely a road at all. You'll miss it.

Where did they teach you sh**ting
like that?

In the army? Huh?

I'm not that f*cking stupid.

You hear me?

You k*lled three policemen.

You k*lled three policemen,
now tell me what we'll do.

Tell me what we'll do.

Just drive.

Your Hindi is sh*t.

Three officers slain... Katni...

g*nsh*t wounds... Possible organized hit...

There are two suspects,

one is in a wheelchair,
the other is the truck driver.

What do you have?

I think I can put them in Katni
in the last hour, moving east.

I'll let our friends at Alpha know.

No, don't. Let me get eyes on 'em first.

The package will be
in my hands by sundown.

You do know
who you're dealing with, don't you?

Uh-huh.

What's in the tiffin?

I don't know.

Open it and see.

It's fingerprint coded.
Only Madam can open it.

Okay, stop.

Stop, stop. Just one minute, stop.

Okay.

What are we doing? Huh?

You just k*lled three policemen,
you know that?

The bodies are lying there
at the checkpoint.

The whole state police are looking for us.
We're criminals.

We still need to get to Varanasi.

How will we get to Varanasi?

We just dumped the truck over there.

See that backcountry road over there?
Pilgrims pass through there all the time.

You and me,
a cr*pple and his poor brother,

looking to offer prayers in the holy city.

When the bus stops, we'll jump on.

No.

I'm going back.

You go back now, you won't get paid.

I don't care.

Okay? This has gone out of control.

And what do you think is gonna happen
when you go back to Mumbai?

Why do you think Madam chose you
for this job in the first place?

Because I work for Madam.

For this.

This extremely important job that's paying
you quadruple what you ever made before.

Where this cargo is clearly of high value.

You, Gaurav,
are the best choice for this job.

No. Madam has 20 drivers
that outrank your skinny arse.

Seven of them turned up dead last week.
The rest, God only knows.

So it turns out, the only driver unknown
to Madam's enemies is you.

You're so insignificant
that no one even knows you exist.

Of course, now you're famous.

Do what you want.
Stay, get f*cked or come with me.

I'm going back to the safety
of Madam's warm embrace.

Game of Chicken?

Excuse me?

What you're watching. Game of Chicken.
Reality show.

Ordinary folks jousting homemade drones.

This isn't Game of Chicken.

I don't think they teach
sh**ting g*ns like that in the army.

You're what, some assassin? sharpsh**ter?

Bodyguard.

Bodyguard for Madam.

No, dickhead, for you.

I never held a g*n before in my hand.

Actually I've never even heard
the sound of one until today.

You're lucky.

How many people have you k*lled
before tonight?

More than I'd like.

I've never wanted to k*ll anyone.

w*r was quick, man, but it...
it left a mark, you know.

I've got all these skills, and I can do
these things, and I'm not happy about it.

The way I see it is,
I've gotta balance out my acts.

For every evil action,
some good administered as well.

I saved your life, so that was
one life saved for three lives gone.

That means I have to save two more lives
just to cancel out the violence tonight.

And overall? Before tonight?

Are your karmic scales balanced?

Yes, sir. I have, sir, yes.

Not yet, sir. Nothing, no.

Well, either dead, arrested,
hiding or on their way here.

Well, I hope so too, sir, obviously.

Sir, can I call you back?

You're sh1tting me. They're here?

Howdy, Anusha, madam.

What the f*ck, Neel?

- They were tipped off.
- Bullshit.

You went g*n-happy, as always.

No, Madam, that corrupt police
were waiting for us near Katni.

Who the f*ck are you?

Gaurav, Madam, driver.

Have I ever met you?

No, first time.

Why are you speaking to me?

Madam, Gaurav did well.
He didn't crack under pressure, all right?

Police knew exactly what they were looking
for. They went straight for the tiffin.

And these guys weren't
about any code of ethics either.

- So you k*lled them?
- Them or us in this instance.

I swear to God.

Anyway, cargo's delivered.

What's in there anyway?
What have we been carrying all this time?

- This needs to be in Amritsar by tomorrow.
- Amritsar?

But here's the thing, Mr. Terminator,

the entire military apparatus of MP
are looking for two men.

One of whom is in a wheelchair.

So, why do I have to go along?

Job isn't finished. You want payment?

All I'm saying, ma'am, is risk assessment.

We are taking precautions.

You two b*stards are driving by day.

Solar-powered. AC. Built-in filtration.

"Centre de la sante et vie."

It's a fake French NGO we made up.

- I think the French is wrong.
- Who the f*ck cares, Neel? It's French.

From a distance, the police will think
you're relief workers.

Self-drives,
but Mohan here has deactivated it.

Self-driving cars get tagged on the grid,

so there's no way to get by undetected,
especially during the day.

It's imported, so it's left-hand drive.
Can you handle that?

Yes, madam.

Mohan's made a number
of adjustments to prepare for the heat.

Enhanced AC, deeper tint,
and he's made room for your wheelchair.

Much obliged.

Will this melt?

Vehicle's equipped
with a wet-bulb temperature reading.

Measuring heat and humidity combined.

If wet-bulb spikes to 33,
alarm will sound.

You will assemble the mirror tent stored
in back.

It's automatic,
but it takes about two minutes to expand.

Also, if you're driving on pavement,

pull off to dirt
because the blacktop tends to melt.

Hear that? The road will f*cking melt.
This is just festive.

The mirror tent covers
the entire vehicle.

You stay within the tent,
or you'll end up like our friend.

Who's our friend?

- Him.
- Who is he?

- Your additional cargo.
- What's wrong with him?

Idiot was out collecting data
during g*dd*mn daylight

when wet-bulb spiked to 35.

He should be dead. He went into
hyperthermic shock, and he went blind.

Although, his eyesight is returning now.

The worst part is the delirium.
Our man could barely speak for two weeks.

And now he's sometimes lucid.
Sometimes he's a f*cking disaster.

Harbaksh, Uncle, how are you feeling?

Yes. Good, beta.

Are you ready to leave tomorrow?

- Leave?
- You'll be going north to Amritsar.

Remember? I told you.

Yeah, yeah, Amritsar, let's go.

He some big shot, or what?

Dr. Harbaksh Mann. Genetic scientist.

Without him, the seeds are useless.

What seeds?

The f*cking seeds, Neel.
What do you think this is about?

Everything is going to change now.

Scientists are divided

in their prediction of how
global weather patterns will be affected

by what is now being called
an act of ecoterrorism.

Sardar-ji, what's in the tiffin? Seeds?

Seeds. Yes, seeds.

- What kinda seeds?
- Many seeds.

Give me your hand.

catastrophic
changes in precipitation levels

in all regions is causing chaos...

Rice seeds?

Rice seeds?

We've been smuggling rice seeds
all this while? Great.

Yes. Special seed.

What's special about them?

Well, all seeds are special, beta.
Each one a miracle.

What's special about these seeds?

Those?

Those are stolen
from the seed vault at Svalbard.

Do you know what he's talking about?

f*cking rice seeds all this time.

Uncle, you're a scientist.
Settle a dispute.

Geoengineering blasting that sh*t
into the atmosphere.

- Will it save the world? Yes or no?
- Yes.

- See, Gaurav? Hope springs eternal.
- Mmm.

Remember he's cracked.

So, tell us, Uncle. How does it work?
How is it that we control the weather?

Centuries ago,
tribes of nomads dyed the desert floor,

blackening acres of space to make it hot

and to increase air convection
so as to encourage precipitation.

This is the same principle.

- And did it work back then?
- No.

So why now?

They had it wrong. They were too far away.

Farmer boy,
you know about seeds, right?

These look special to you?

Like any other seed.

You have the microscope app?

Mm-hmm.

Zoom in.

Hmm.

- They don't have the watermark.
- So?

So, every seed in the world is owned
by the Big Agro corporations.

So they can prove their ownership,
they all have the watermark, or

scan code, or whatever.

- Another grand conspiracy.
- All right.

This is not a conspiracy.
This is why you should not read too much.

He said they were stolen
from a seed vault.

I heard there was something like that
near the North Pole

where all the original seeds of the world
are stored.

But even if it's true, none of these old
seeds will grow anymore. Not in this heat.

Hasn't rained in over a year.

They're worthless.

What do genetic scientists do?

Madam said the seeds were useless
without him.

They're the ones
putting the codes on the seeds.

So Sardar-ji's gonna code the seeds
for Madam and the higher-ups?

Just to copyright the seeds?

Or they could clone them
and give them to farmers. But...

There's no point. They won't grow.

Not unless it starts to rain again.

In Allah's hands.

If He wants it to rain, it will rain.

Sardar-ji! Come here! Let's go!

They left by daylight,
taking back roads north.

Most likely
through the Bhajowali River Valley.

How do you know?

I don't know. Intuition?

Mr. Bilton will want more than intuition.

Well, if my intuition isn't good enough,
you can find somebody else to track them.

You're off course, man.

The map says we are not.

We're f*cking lost.

Look, can you relax?

Okay? Just don't give me tension,
I'm driving, let me drive.

What the f*ck is that?

What?

Look at those little b*stards.

- What are they doing out in the daylight?
- I don't know.

What is that?

What the f*ck?

- People are starving all over...
- Where are the parents?

And children are using fruit
as a weapon now!

f*ck you
and your mango slingshot!

What the f*ck is wrong
with the world!

I didn't survive the w*r
to be k*lled by a f*cking summer fruit!

You've lost it! Get back in!

Are you nuts?

You want the police to come back?

- Oh, sh*t.
- sh*t.

Wet-bulb alert. Go get the mirror tent.
Let's go. Quick. Let's go!

I hope their village is nearby.

Those children are going to boil to death.

Let 'em cook, the little b*stards.

Moving target.
Launch trajectory.

Good shot.

f*ck.

The little mango m*therf*cker's
passing out, man.

What?

The kid with the mango. He's stroking out.
His waste friends have f*cking left him.

Hey, Neel! Come inside and sit in the car!

Can't do it! Karma.

Neel!

Balance. Way of the world.

- Hey, as*h*le...
- you'll faint!

You'll faint outside!

Die, m*therf*cker. What do I care?

Neel? Neel?

You okay?

What the hell are you doing outside
during daytime?

Do you have a death wish?

My son. Look at me.

Where is your village?

Just ahead. Khella.

Why are you outside during daylight?

The other boys dared me.

I had to.

f*cking kids...

This place is empty.

Where's everyone?

Honk the horn. They sleep underground.

Shahid!

- Shahid. Shahid!
- Shahid?

Is this your kid?

You just let him go out there?

Is he an animal?

Hello, madam!

Hey! He needs help!

He saved the boy's life!

Please, madam.

Bring him in.

Neel, keep your eyes open.

We're almost there,
just a few more minutes.

Keep your eyes open.

This herbal medicine won't do anything.

Gotu kola... this is best.

f*cking gotu kola...

Is there a proper doctor here, brother?

Look... even here, life grows!

Listen, you're a scientist,
can't you help?

No, son.

You want the stick?

Okay.

Doctor,
we don't have a lot of time, understand?

Forget about this herbal stuff.
Tell me, what can we do?

We need to cool him down.

I can f*cking see that.

- How?
- Ice?

Ice?

But we don't have any.

This village was an
offshoot strand of the Indus River Valley.

Listen, 4,000 years ago,
they grew rice here.

Listen to me.

No matter what happens,
don't let him sleep.

I'm going to the next village
to look for ice.

I'm not gonna let him die here.

Take my number in case you need it.

What the hell?

You're the driver?

You're the driver?

Where are the seeds?

Your tires.

It won't go the way you want.
It never does.

Okay, lady, come out with your hands up!

You don't want it like this. Trust me.

Gaurav!

- Gaurav!
- What?

Get Sardar-ji out of the car!
I've got you covered!

No!

For f*ck's sake, just get the old man!

Trust me!

Go!

Engage. Now.

I read the intel on you.

I'm sorry.

He saved my son's life.

Please let him be.

Ma'am, please... step
away... He's a criminal...

Please. He is already hurt.
Please leave.

Please don't get involved.

Please, ma'am, go! Go inside!
Go take care of your son!

f*ck off! Go!

What the f*ck?

Neel... Let's get you to the hospital.
Come on.

- Come on.
- I saved you.

You saved us all.

Lift his leg.

Come. Come, come. Come.

- Sweetie.
- Huh?

Keep your eyes open, Neel.

- Sweetie. Sweetie...
- Ah. Sweetie.

Sweetie's good... Sweetie's good.

- Come. Sweetie's good.
- Sweetie.

- Sweetie's...
- Sweetie.

Neel. Neel. Neel.

Neel?

Come on... come on.

Come on, diplomatic plates.
Show us your magic.

Let them through.

Neel said they are expecting you inside.

What do I do with this?

Son... There was a boy.

His father had died.
And his mother was old.

They both lived in a village.

They had nothing but an old cow.

His mother said to sell the cow.

In the market,
a man offered to buy the cow...

but instead of money,
he offered magic beans.

Magic beans? Did they grow?

More than he could have imagined.

Move...

Next stop, Zira.

Shitty Muslim hole.

What did you say? Say it again.

- Nothing.
- You said something, right?

No...

Here. Have these.

What are these?

I don't know...

Maybe they're magic.

Attention.

A flash flood warning is in effect

for the states of Madhya Pradesh,
Rajasthan and Haryana.

Torrential downpours have been reported
causing damage to critical infrastructure.

Do not shelter underground.

Do not seek shelter
from extreme heat underground.

Act quickly to protect your life.