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We'll keep them with the Kapoors' things.

Please don't worry.

Lenny-dear, go play with Ayah.

It's twelve hours late.

Any news about the train

from Gurdaspur?

Trust in Allah, brother.

Today on August 1 5th,

the eve of lndia's independence,

there are reports of bloodshed

in Gurdaspur City.

That means the Muslims there

are being butchered.

The real bloodshed will start now.

Millions of Hindus will run from Pakistan

and millions of Muslims from Hindustan.

The Apocalypse is here.

Sher Singh, if the situation worsens here,

you can go to Amritsar.

I'm not going anywhere.

Lahore is my home.

Whoever must go will go.

A train just arrived from Gurdaspur City

filled with dead bodies,

all the Muslim men in it butchered,

and four sacks filled

with women's breasts.

Our Dil Navaz's sisters

were on that train.

We now play for you Prime Minister Nehru's

speech given earlier today in New Delhi

on the auspicious occasion

of lndia's independence.

These politicians speak

with such twisted tongues.

Some independence they give us,

soaked in our brothers' blood.

Ayah?

Yes, Madame?

Some of our friends are leaving Lahore

for Amritsar.

You have relatives there,

don't you?

Yes.

Things might get out of control here.

We think you should go

with them.

But, Madame,

the Parsees aren't taking sides.

Everyone knows that.

As long as I'm with you,

I'm safe.

As you wish.

This is your home, Shanta.

Can I ask lce Candy Man

how his sisters got in the gunny sack?

No! Absolutely not!

Lenny-baby,

just ask him how he is.

Ice Candy Man.

Ice Candy Man!

Ice Candy Man, did you see your sisters

in the gunny sack?

Keep quiet, Lenny-baby!

It's all right.

How are you, Dil Navaz?

Are you okay?

That's the Delhi Gateway.

That's the Lahori Gateway.

And there' s the Mochi Gateway.

Hasan, don't you live there?

And that's Shalmi,

where the Hindus live.

What are these Sikh f***ers doing here?

Why don't they go to lndia?

It's not so easy to leave one's home.

Long live lndia! Death to Pakistan!

Kill the Muslim bastard!

I shouldn't have brought you here.

I want to go home.

Don't worry, Lenny-baby.

As soon as things quiet down,

I'll take you home.

Look, The Hindu tenement is burning!

There goes the arsenal

the Hindus had intended to use on us.

Thank God!

Where did these bastards come from?

They've sprayed the building

with petrol instead of water.

Great! The firefighters must

be Muslim.

Say here.

I'll see if I can help.

This is not only

about Hindus and Muslims.

It's about what's inside us.

Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs--

we are all bastards,

all animals,

Like the lion in the zoo

that Lenny-baby is so scared of.

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