"Gone hunting, but got caught!"
"The ship drowned them, while the government is drowsing!"
"Poor people's lives have been washed away by the sea!"
"Knock, knock… Knocking the doors of Pak!"
What is this?
They've made a mockery out of this tragic news.
These days, journalists are writing whatever they feel like.
-Yes! -Don't mess with journalists, okay?
If they publish news about your liquor shop,
they can throw you behind bars.
Who cares? Let's see if they catch me.
Why are these ladies coming this way?
Hey, Ganga!
Forget whatever happened between us.
Our people are stuck in Pakistan, right?
You're the president of our association, you need to do something, brother!
I want to help everyone,
but without money, nothing will move forward.
Things get done only when the coins clink.
We need money.
Money? What money?
They thought you'd talk to the government and get help.
How naive of you!
Isn't our MLA part of the government?
When Mutyalamma set up her tiffin cart on the street,
didn't she pay him a commission?
Money drives everything.
Every month you collect money as the association president, right?
Where's all that money gone?
With all the contributions, I've been giving loans to the World Bank!
Had our guys been held by the local police,
say, Sompeta, Santhakavi, or Palakonda,
we could have tried requesting the DSP or CI to get bail.
But that's not the case here.
These people have gone to another country altogether.
Brother, Seth had given only an advance,
it was barely enough to clear the old debts.
Do something and help us this one time.
This relates to money.
We need a lot of money.
I don't have a penny left, not even to get my hair cut.
Brother!
We have no money, don't you know?
Ask Sekhar for a loan, dear!
Hey, if I give money, who's going to pay me back with interest?
-Those who can pay are stuck in Pakistan! -Correct!
So, what should we do now?
As they say, in times of need, you pawn your gold and jewelry.
-What do you say? -Yes!
Take a look at what jewelry you have on yourself.
That's how bad the situation is.
Don't be angry! Look, this is purely business.
What do you say, Mukhalingam?
What you're saying makes sense.
If we give you that money, who knows what you'll do with it?
What are you saying?
Am I fooling them just to steal their money?
If you don't trust me, save them yourself!
Brother, stop. We trust you.
Ganga, stop interfering.
He'll take care of everything.
We didn't even ask you for help, did we?
Just because she's educated, she's acting like she knows everything.
I have been looking after their welfare all these years. Am I a fool here?
Stop it, Ganga, please.
He'll take care of everything.
Be quiet, Ganga!
What are you waiting for? Come on, take off your jewelry.
That's it?
It's pretty heavy.
Hey, Mukhalingam!
-I'll transfer one lakh over the phone. -Okay.
-Go and get them back to India quickly. -Yes!
I won't get my money back until they return,
with due interest!
-Let's go, man. -Let's go.
Thank you, my friend.
Are you Indian?
Yes, from Andhra.
From Andhra?
I'm from Punjab.
My name is Prathap Singh.
I'm Badiri, a fisherman.
I used to be a truck driver.
I came to Pakistan with a load of tomatoes and onions,
and…
they threw me in jail, calling me an informer.
Clear that corner as well.
Informer?
Informer? Are you… Are you a spy?
You don't believe it either, do you?
Not at all.
That's exactly what I've been trying to explain
to these fools for the past fifteen years.
Fifteen years?
Finish your work quickly.
My daughter was just five years old…
when I came here.
Sometimes I wonder when I return home,
will she even recognize me?
Fine, just let it be.
So what if I missed her childhood?
I'll personally ensure her wedding is a grand celebration.
At least she won't miss her father on her big day.
Let's go, brother!
Hey, Prathap Singh!
Hey, Balbir. How are things going with you?
Who is this new guy?
-He's our Indian brother, Badiri. -How are things going, Badiri?
-A fisherman from Andhra. -Oh!
He's Balbir.
He's been here for ten years.
They accused him of being a spy too.
No worries, buddy. I'll be out of this place soon.
-Go away, man. -See you later.
Prathap brother?
-How are you, Gaja? -I'm good.
He's Gaja,
a Marathi fisherman,
and this is Baaji.
Gaja has been here for fifteen years,
and Baaji for twenty.
Everybody's here.
Here, everyone's story is filled with sorrow.
Seeing people rot in this jail for years,
we don't know when we'll be released.
Damn!
They've been working us like animals for a whole week now.
Our hands should be casting nets into the sea,
but they're forcing us into labor.
Srina, look at all these blisters on my hands.
Even after all this work, they haven't given us
-a single cup of tea since morning. -That's right.
What kind of life is this?
-Do you want tea? -Sir.
Come here!
-Sir! -Come here!
Come. Don't be afraid.
This isn't your in-laws' house to pamper you, you filthy bugger!
Sir! Sir.
-Sir, please don't hit me! -You filthy bugger!
-Sir, please don't hit me! -Do you want tea?
-Sir… -Please don't.
Sir! Forgive him, sir!
He'll do all the work. Forgive him.
Only your hands should move here for work, not your mouth.
Get back to work!
-Okay. -Yes, sir.
Go.
Oh God.
-Salaam alaikum! -Assalamu alaikum.
Greetings.
Please come inside.
-Oh, God! -Sit.
-Srinu… -Yes.
Did someone beat you?
Was it the Warder Saleem?
You have a fever.
Are you new here?
Yes, madam.
When did you arrive?
Tell me, where are you from?
From India.
India?
Yes, madam.
How did that happen?
We're fishermen, madam.
We accidentally crossed the maritime border.
We've been here for a week now.
I'm scared, madam.
Why?
We're here.
You'll be fine.
Don't worry, you'll be back in India soon.
Allah will help you.
What's your name?
-Badiri, madam. -Badiri.
-Take this medicine from the dispensary. -Okay.
I'll check on him again tomorrow.
Okay.
Badiri…
-Madam. -Just a minute.
Give me the prescription.
He shouldn't be assigned any work for three days.
I've written a note.
He needs to rest in the barracks.
-Thank you, madam. -You can go.
Madam?
Yes?
One of our men went missing in a bomb blast.
We still don't know where he is.
Who should we ask, madam?
Don't worry.
The police will definitely find him.
Police…
Is there any other way?
Thanks, madam!
Ahmed,
get the writ petition papers ready.
In the meantime, I'll read the reply.
Tomorrow morning at ten, please come to the court.
Hanief,
dinner's ready. Come on.
Okay, I'll meet you at 10:00 a.m. Goodbye.
God knows when this animosity between India and Pakistan will be resolved.
What happened now?
I met some new prisoners in jail.
I felt sorry for them.
They're innocent fishermen.
Did Indian fishermen get caught again?
Yes.
Allah!
And being Indian is only making their situation worse.
And you know our Warder Saleem.
He absolutely hates Indians.
I don't understand why some people here hate Indians so much.
Hatred serves no purpose.
Who will make them understand that?
Can your NGO help them in any way?
How many are there?
Seven.
No, eight.
One of them is missing.
What do you mean by missing?
I mean, eight people were arrested, but during a bomb blast,
-one went missing. -One minute.
I got a call the day before yesterday.
-Ijaz. -Yes, sir.
On the day of the bomb blast, you met an Indian, right?
Yes.
What was his name?
He told me, but I don't remember it now.
Did you inform the police about him?
Yes, I did.
But as soon as I mentioned the police, the man got scared and ran away.
Okay.
-We have to find him, Ijaz. -Okay.
It's very dangerous for him to be wandering around in public.
Yes, sir.
-Understood? -Yes.
-Goodbye! -Goodbye!
I'll try to do something.
My dear,
have your dinner now!
Okay.
Why are these prisoners given uniforms while we aren't?
Are they going to execute us?
We're in remand,
that's why they don't give us uniforms.
Hey!
Why do they serve us so little rice?
Are we supposed to live or die on this?
What is this bread? What is this rice?
This is like coal. This is like lime.
This is not good.
-Serve me another one. -Hey, Soma!
-Get lost! -Hey, Soma! Keep quiet!
What's going on here?
Sir, this Indian is complaining about the food.
What is it? Are you complaining?
Get lost!
Oh, God!
Sir…
Sir, please don't.
Sir…
You all won't get any food for the next three days!
Our people are also stranded in Pakistan.
Oh, God!
-My husband has also been captured! -Mother.
What do I do?
-Mother, stay strong! -Your father…
Father will be fine!
Will they return just because you're all crying your hearts out?
Instead of not knowing whether they survived the storm,
isn't it better to know they are alive but captured by the Pakistani Army?
Sir, did the collector inform you where my father and the others are?
As soon as the news broke,
our welfare association received the information.
The collector is in Vizag,
and we came here to tell you about the situation.
Have you heard anything about my son Narayya?
He'll be fine.
Sir, Mukhalingam Uncle went all the way to Delhi for this.
Not sure how much progress has been made.
Really? We haven't heard a word from that fool.
Hold on, I'll call Mukhalingam.
What?
The person you're calling is not answering…
-What happened? -Mukhalingam isn't answering his phone.
Oh!
In that case, we'll try from our side as well, sir!
We'll meet the collector tomorrow.
Fine.
As you said, tomorrow morning
-we'll go see the collector. -Yes.
In the meantime, let's see if Mukhalingam calls us back.
Okay, sir!
Madam,
we have all the documents, right? Let's go over them.
-We'll meet the collector. Okay? -Yes.
Mother, don't cry! Stay strong!
What do I do?
Father will be fine!
Paidayya, take your hands off your head.
That's not good!
Haven't we had enough bad luck already?
I miss my family, Soma.
I had a picture of them.
Every time I thought of them,
I would look at that photo. But I lost it somewhere.
Hey, Paida!
While cleaning the cell this morning, I found this photo. Is this the one?
This is it, Badiri.
-This is it, right? -Thanks, Badiri.
That's fine.
Do you think our villagers know about our capture, Badiri?
If the boats haven't returned, Seth must know by now.
Manoj is their agent, right?
He would have informed our people.
Don't worry.
I have no idea what my wife Mary is doing right now.
She's pregnant!
Hey! What's with the noise at midnight? Go to sleep, everyone!
His terrible driving is the reason for this whole mess.
Wait. What did I do?
Hey, aren't you the one who messed everything up?
-Acting like a senior captain, -Subba…
you dragged us into this and ruined our lives.
-We shouldn't let him off so easily. -Subba!
Hey, stop it.
Everyone makes mistakes.
Quit blaming him all the time.
We're stuck here because of our petty fights.
Come on. Move fast!
Come on! Hurry up!
Quick!
Come on.
Move fast!
Come on.
Open the gate.
Nanaji?
Uncle Nanaji…
-Hey, our people are here. -Keep moving.
Yes, sir.
Move back, all of you.
Hey, let's move back.
-Get in! -Come on!
-Get in! -Uncle.
Close the door.
Uncle, we thought you were out fishing.
How did you end up here?
While we were fishing, our communication equipment failed.
We had no idea where we were going or where we'd end up.
Then, we got caught in the storm.
Exactly the same thing happened to us, Nanaji.
We thought we had escaped the storm,
but we ended up getting caught by the Pakistani Navy.
-Hey, sit on your knees! -Sir.
-Hands behind your back. -Sir…
-Keep your hands behind your back. -Sir…
-Sit straight, all of you! -Silence.
Don't make noise!
-Shut up! -Don't panic!
-Nothing will happen. -Shut up!
-Sit! -They will kill us all.
-If we move, they'll shoot us. -Don't move!
-They will kill us all. -Hey!
-They will kill… -Don't move!
-Hey!
Hey, Narayya!
-Hey! -Hey, Narayya!
What?
-Did they shoot him? -Yes.
Narayya was killed unjustly.
At least the rest of you are safe.
-No, one of us is missing too. -Come on.
-Who? -Chencha is missing.
-Go to sleep! -What?
Did they shoot him too?
I don't know if they shot him or buried him.
But he's gone, and never made it back.
What good are we doing by sitting here?
The ones who died are better off.
We're stuck here in this hell, just waiting for the same fate.
Leave it, man!
Don't try to act smart. Stay in your place.
Give it to me.
Here, take this.
Don't act tough and refuse it.
You're an old man already. You'll freeze to death by morning.
-Tell the collector to come outside. -Wait, everyone…
-Please, wait. -Ask her to step out.
We're holding a meeting about your issue inside.
Our people made a serious mistake.
They shouldn't have crossed the border.
If life was good here,
why would they risk their lives to go all the way there, madam?
We haven't gotten any assurance yet,
but at least try to bring them back so our lives aren't ruined.
I understand your pain.
The Pakistani government reviews all captured fishermen
to verify their nationality.
They do this once every six months, every year.
There are only ten days left for the current cycle.
Meanwhile,
the fishing companies that sent them out
should also respond promptly.
Yerra Babu, our fisheries minister…
It would be good if you meet him and seek his help.
-Sure, madam. -Okay, madam.
-Greetings.
Greetings!
The leaves have holes in them.
Why have you become so thin, Sanammakka?
What?
Are you being sarcastic with me?
First, look at your son. He's grown as big as an ox.
When will you get him married?
Old lady's got a big mouth.
Nanaji said he would get my son and Ganga married as soon as he returned.
But now he's stuck in jail.
Hey, Bandi.
Yes.
-Your Ganga will live a thousand years. -What did you say?
Just as we were thinking about her, here she appears.
Oh, my…
It feels like Goddess Mahalakshmi herself has arrived in your form.
Come, come. It's been so long since I last saw you.
Ganga, what brings you this way in such heat?
You should've called me, I would've come to you.
Hey, why the rush?
Why does everything have to happen right away with you?
Ganga, hop on my bike.
You'll look like the princess of Bobbili on it.
You said it right.
Marry her quickly, she'll sit wherever you want her to.
-Am I the one delaying the wedding? -This guy is in a hurry!
I need 25,000 rupees.
25,000? If you marry me, I'll give you 25 lakhs.
You know my heart belongs to Badiri.
Will you give it or not?
Who cares where your invisible heart is? Just be with him.
Hey, shut up.
What did I say wrong?
You sound like you want her to marry one man and sleep with another.
Ganga, ask me for anything, even my life,
but tell me why you need the money.
What will you give her now, you fool?
She's saying she'll go with Badiri, and you're still clinging to her.
I need the money urgently.
For trying to get them back, right?
Mukhalingam Uncle went all the way to Delhi to meet the minister.
He's not picking up my calls.
I need to do something.
Mukhalingam?
He won't answer your calls, but he'll answer mine.
One minute.
Watch this.
Lingam, what's up?
Haven't heard from you in a while. Where are you?
Where did you go?
He said he's in Delhi, right?
Let me show you.
Wash all of them!
What is this, sir?
Hey, shut up!
If you talk too much, you'll get beaten!
Soma, take a few!
-Uncle, let me-- -Hey! Hey! Move!
Don't act smart!
No matter how well you act, my heart isn't going to melt!
I'm telling you the truth!
You disgust me!
-Uncle, I was just helping-- -Hey! Don't talk!
-Nanaji. -Yes.
Be quiet! If the guards hear this, they'll beat you!
Is it worth it? Come on.
-Why the hell did he…? -Do your work!
To hell with him!
Badiri, you know about Nanaji.
Why are you helping him?
Why do you say that, Soma?
No matter what, Nanaji is Ganga's father.
As long as we're here,
I should take care of him.
-Hey! -Hey, slowly!
-You're not Mukhalingam… -You're Sukhalingam!
We ordered three beers, right? Where are they?
Hey, he's not hotel staff.
He's our Sekhar.
He can pay ten people like you every day.
Not just pay, seems like he also performs incredibly well.
Yes, that's right.
You can't stop ogling when you see young men, can you?
What are you doing here, Lingam?
There, you promised the villagers,
and here, you're having fun with these women.
Isn't that wrong?
What's wrong with you?
Why are you lecturing me?
Did you tell them I was here?
Tell them? I brought them with me.
Ganga!
Why did you slap me?
Don't you have any respect for your elders?
Shut up! You filthy leech!
You're toying with everyone's innocence.
Beating you up isn't enough, we should just kill you.
Mukhalingam,
you were born into a fishermen's community,
yet you betray your own people.
Our lives will only get better when people like you are dead.
Let my father return, I'll teach you a lesson.
Talk when they show up.
Where do you think they are?
They're rotting in a Pakistani jail.
That place is hell.
They are in hell!
Wherever they are, they'll come back.
Then we'll see what happens to you.
Get lost!
Mukhalingam, I've seen your real face now.
Your days are numbered.
Ganga, hold on.
We were fools to trust Mukhalingam. What do we do now?
-I'm heading to Sangrol Port. -Hey!
What will we do there? We don't know anyone who can help us.
I'm not coming!
I'm already on my bike! I'll be there.
You just stay put. I'll be there soon.
Manoj, why aren't you picking up my calls?
I don't answer unknown numbers.
By the way, who are you?
Our people are trapped in Pakistan, and this doesn't even affect you!
Oh!
You're with them?
If they get caught there, what am I supposed to do here?
Aren't you that company's agent?
I'm only responsible for getting the fishermen to Gujarat!
So, you want them when there's work,
but you don't care if they're stuck in jail?
Did I know they'd end up in jail while fishing?
How is that my responsibility? Move aside!
No point in glaring at me!
If you really care, go to Gujarat and talk to Seth.
Fine, then take me to them.
To Gujarat? On this bike?
Why are you mocking her instead of answering?
-What are you looking at? Speak up. -You see a girl and start acting smart?
Madam, please leave me out of this!
I'm just a regular guy.
I salute when they're in front of me,
but I'd never dare to speak against them.
Please understand!
Give me the keys. I have to run an errand.
Will you come willingly, or should I drag you?
You go ahead. I'll join you.
Hey, old man!
Clean this up.
Hey, I told you to clean it!
What are you looking at?
Didn't you hear me?
Come on.
Get to it!
What are you staring at? Get up!
Are you deaf?
Clean up.
-Sir. -Get up.
I will do it, sir.
-I will-- -Hey!
Not you. He will.
Sir, he's an old man. It's disrespectful.
-I'll clean it, sir. No problem. -Hey!
Don't you understand what I'm saying?
Sir.
Hey, old man,
why is he being so kind to you?
What is he to you?
Get moving!
Today, you'll clean every toilet here.
-Get up! -Sir!
-You scoundrel! -Sir!
Uncle, get up!
-He's an old man! Leave him alone. -Old man?
I'll do it, sir!
Sir! Sir! Please, sir.
Please leave him, sir. He's an old man. Please leave him.
-I'll do the work, sir. -You're going to save him?
Will you save him, idiot?
You think you're his savior?
Get off!
-Sir! -Get off!
Leave him, sir.
Let go of the baton!
Don't hit him, sir!
Don't mess with me. Let go of the baton!
You scoundrel!
How dare you?
Badiri, what are you doing?
Let him go.
Badiri, listen to me…
Listen, Badiri.
Don't make a mistake in haste.
If something happens to him,
none of you will leave here alive.
You'll rot in this jail for the rest of your lives.
-Let him go, my brother. -Let him go.
Everyone, back to your barracks!
Hey!
I'll see your end! ur barracks!