Gram Chikitsalay (2025) s01e01 Episode Script

Hey, Manjay. Are Sipahi baba's
eyes open or closed?
His back is turned toward me.
His back is toward you?
Tickle him a little.
I'm holding his slippers, Tullu bhai!
How am I supposed to tickle him?
You hold the slipper.
Get that out of my face!
I have to hold the handle!
Of course, you do.
-[Manjay] But I'm holding the slippers!
-Hit him with the slipper.
[Manjay] Hit baba?
If Kishori bhai finds out I hit his father
with a slipper, he'll kill me.
Listen, if baba kicks the bucket
before we reach Daak Sahab,
we're dead either way.
Just hit him!
-Are you sure?
-Yes, I'm sure. Hit him.
-Are you really sure I should hit him?
-Stop fooling around and hit him!
-[smack]
-[old man howls]
Hey! He's alive. He's alive!
[Manjay] Stay with us, baba!
Stay with us.
-[horn beeps]
-We're almost there.
[tense silence]
[cow moos in distance]
Daak Sahab, is he breathing?
-Arvind?
-[Arvind] Hmm.
Bring my bag.
It's right there.
Don't bother yourself.
Brush your teeth and then get up.
No matter what,
you have to treat a wife's brother right.
He's the doctor.
I'm just the compounder.
[chuckles] Watch this. Daak Sahab
will give him a shot so strong
that Sipahi baba,
who came here on a motorbike,
will take off on a rocket.
Do you see that?
That's the shot.
Only Daak Sahab has it in all of India.
[soft, playful music playing]
[injection hisses]
[injection squirts]
[labored breathing]
[soft, playful music stops]
Hey, Sipahi baba. Wake up, let's go.
-Hey, Sipahi baba.
-Uncle Sipahi!
If not for the doctor, at least
show some respect for the shot.
-Just get up. Good boy.
-Take your time. Get up slowly.
-There you go. Get up.
-Yes, well done.
-Yes, come on. Get up.
-Come on.
-Come on.
-Stand up.
-Get up.
-That's it!
-Well done.
-Go on now.
-[Arvind] He's up.
-[Daak Sahab] Now, just watch him.
See, kiddo? This is Daak Sahab's shot.
Not like the beatings
my dad gave me that never worked.
[loud thud]
[wood clatters]
[distant cawing]
[gentle guitar riff]
HEARTFELT TRIBUTE
SON OF BHATKANDI, SHRI SIPAHI CHAUDHARY
[man 1] Uncle Sipahi was the only man
in this village
-[wailing and sobbing]
-who saw Gandhi ji. in person.
[man 2] I see.
[man 1] That's not all.
He was jailed for three days
during the independence movement.
[man 2] Hmm.
What happened this morning?
What do you think happened?
He stepped out to wash the tractor
for the Vishwakarma Puja.
When he came back,
he told Dhanraj,
"Son, I've caught a cold."
-"Call Daak Sahab."
-[man 2] Then?
[man 1] Then what?
Daak Sahab came and gave him a shot.
-[gentle guitar riff fades]
-[cow moos in distance]
The shot was so magical
that while the body stayed here,
the soul shot up to heaven.
Hail Daak Sahab!
Here he comes.
-[gentle guitar riff]
-Chetak Kumar, the quack.
[man 1] Hey, why are you
calling him a quack?
[gentle harmonica tune]
-[gentle harmonica tune fades]
-[wailing and sobbing continues]
-Let's meet his wife.
-Yes.
-[Chetak] Greetings.
-Greetings.
You've just lost your husband.
I've lost my oldest patient.
-[gentle crunching]
-[wailing and sobbing continues]
[brisk munching]
I tried all my experimental
medicines on him.
He was a very tough man.
Now…
[crunching continues]
Drink some water now and then.
You'll choke on that biscuit.
Brother Phutani,
are we going to the ghat too?
Are we going? We should.
It wards off bad luck.
Well, the MO is expected.
I thought I could get the clinic cleaned.
Why? Planning to host
your wedding guests there?
Is that why you want it cleaned?
We haven't had an MO in six years.
Why would one show up now?
What if he actually does?
As if he'll get transport
on the day of Vishwakarma Puja!
[wailing and sobbing continues]
[goats bleating]
[distant engine hums]
[cell phone buzzes]
-[man 3] Yes, Dad?
-[man on call] Have you reached?
[man 3] Almost. I'm in a rickshaw.
[man on call] Didn't you get a taxi?
[man 3] There were plenty of taxis, Dad,
but they all refused
when I told them where I was going.
[man on call] If it's a place
even taxi drivers won't go,
what kind of revolution
are you trying to start there?
[man 3] Come on, Dad.
Haven't we discussed this enough?
THE ROAD AHEAD IS ROUGH.
PLEASE DRIVE SLOWLY.
[man on call] What did you say
the village is called?
Bhatkandi.
I'll call you later.
[man on call] Alright, son. Take care.
BHATKANDI
-[gentle guitar riff]
-[vehicle rumbles away]
-[soft guitar riff stops abruptly]
-[ceremonial music playing]
-[man 4] Ram's name…
-[crowd] Is the truth.
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
[gunshot rings out]
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-Ram's name…
-[gunshot rings out]
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-[man 4] Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-[man 4] Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
Who died?
Uncle Sipahi, Granny.
Oh! Sipahi died?
So when do we get to eat
at your funeral?
[gunshot rings out]
[shouts angrily] Darn you! Eat my stick!
Rascal! Goon!
Do you want to eat at my funeral?
I'll eat at your dad's funeral.
I'll eat at your funeral, I swear!
See that? The same tongue that wins hearts
can also invite a beating.
[gunshot rings out]
-[man 4] Ram's name…
-[crowd] Is the truth.
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-Ram's name…
-Is the truth.
-[ceremonial music continues]
-[low rumble of engine]
[gunshot rings out]
[cell phone ringing]
-Brother Phutani.
-Yes.
-It's the MO calling.
-Give it to me.
Pick it up.
-Pick it up.
-Hold this for a moment.
Take the call! Go on.
Lift the bier.
Hello?
Yes, this is Dr. Prabhat speaking.
Am I speaking with Phutani ji?
-Yes, sir.
-[Prabhat on call] Okay.
I've entered Bhatkandi village.
Where should I go?
-[gunshot rings out]
-Where are you right now, sir?
I'm surrounded by farms
and water bodies.
Sir, that pretty much
describes the whole village.
[Prabhat on call]
Where exactly should I go?
Sir, listen.
Ask someone for Bhikari Halwai's shop.
Once you pass that,
I'll be at the first house on the right.
Okay, okay.
-[Phutani on call] Good day, sir.
-Yeah, yeah. I'll see you there.
[distant ceremonial music continues]
[long exhale]
[Phutani] What a strange man!
He's actually here.
[ceremonial music fades]
[inhales sharply]
-[rooster crows]
-[engine rumble approaching]
[tires screech]
-Here's 2,500 for you.
-[driver] Yes.
2,500?
-Why didn't you take 250,000 from him?
-Stop it!
You all turn into dacoits
the moment you see an outsider.
Sir, don't let the rickshaw
leave on Vishwakarma Puja day.
You won't get another one.
Hey, park it to the side.
Sir has to go back.
-Park it, park it. Over there.
-[ignition clicks, engine starts]
-Who are you?
-Sir, Mr. Phutani.
-[Prabhat] Oh! Yes, of course.
-[Phutani] We spoke.
-So, how are you, sir?
-I'm fine.
Sir, I'm the compounder.
-Bhatkandi Gram Chikitsalay, sir.
-Hello.
-The others aren't here yet?
-The others?
Sir, why would you need anyone else
when I'm here?
I'll keep your roster
and hand out your prescriptions.
Just call me once.
You're trying to get
rid of me already, Phutani ji.
No, sir. Why would I want that?
-Make yourself at home here.
-[chuckles softly]
Stay till evening if you like.
Eat, relax, and then leave.
[rooster crows]
Okay, take me to the clinic.
Sir, you're standing at the clinic.
[soft, playful music playing]
[dry chuckle]
Where is it?
I mean, since you've come all this way,
you should see it.
Sir, it's just behind the grain field.
-Really?
-Yes.
[soft music swells]
PRIMARY HEALTH CENTER
Where's the path to it?
There is no path, sir.
[soft, playful music fades]
There's no path?
No, sir. No path.
Then how do you folks get there?
We?
We just make our way there.
-It must be government land, right?
-Yes, sir.
Then farming here must be illegal.
Yes, it is illegal.
Then who's farming here?
Call that person.
[flies buzzing]
Why are you just standing there,
Mr. Phutani? Call him.
[Phutani] Yes, sir. You must meet the man
who did this illegal work.
Hmm.
[shouts] Sunil!
-Hey, you!
-[Sunil] What?
[Phutani] Is your grandfather home?
No, he went to
the collector's place for tea.
He's not home?
No, sir. He's joking.
He performs in the village.
Hey, call your grandfather.
Grandpa! Hey, Grandpa!
What is it?
[Sunil] Brother Phutani is calling you.
Okay, okay.
Hay, Ram Avtar baba!
Yes.
-[Phutani] Come here.
-Okay.
[bicycle rattling]
-[Ram Avtar] What is it?
-[man] How far is Danapur from here, son?
Baba, it's two kilometers.
-Two kilometers?
-Yes.
Carry on.
You'll reach by tomorrow.
-[Ram] What is it?
-[Phutani] Yes, come here.
Please come here.
Ram Avtar ji. Hello.
I'm Prabhat Sinha, the MO.
Did you farm this government land?
[distant crows cawing]
Why are you staring at me?
If you did it, say so. Own up to it.
I didn't do it.
Okay.
This…
Is the land on both sides
of the clinic yours?
Yes.
Then you must have farmed that land?
Yes, I did.
But you didn't plant anything
in the middle?
No. I didn't do it.
Alright, then.
You should have no problem
if I have it cleared.
-Huh?
-Right, Phutani ji?
[nervously]
If you've got an issue, say so.
Tell him.
[whispering]
Haven't had a drink yet today?
-Let's clear it. Come on.
-How can you just clear it?
Listen to me first.
Look, my lord, I planted this field.
A farmer worked this land!
Would you drag a plow
across a farmer's hard work
and destroy it?
You'll have to walk over
my dead body first.
I'm warning you!
Over my dead body!
My dead body!
[incoherent growling]
Hey, Sunil!
Bring the Sulphas.
It's under my bed.
-[Phutani] Sir, Sulphas is poison.
-I know that.
Sir, this man is out of his mind.
Get in the rickshaw and leave.
Listen to me, Ram Avtar ji.
Even threatening suicide is illegal.
It's a crime.
Fine. Take my dead body to court, then.
-Here, Grandpa.
-Hey, Sunil! You…
What is this? Are you stupid?
Baba, how did you raise this boy?
If he threatens to kill himself
over every little thing when he grows up,
will you be okay with that?
-Get lost. Wait a second. Hey!
-[Ram] Give me that.
[Phutani] Hey, wait, wait.
I let go. Hey!
Wait, wait, please.
We won't destroy your farm.
Don't do this.
We won't touch your farm. Go now.
Leave.
[Phutani] Get up. Give me your hand.
-Take it easy. Okay.
-[slurred growling]
-Go ahead, put it on.
-Okay.
I'll go sit over there.
Listen to me.
I'll hold on to this pouch.
If you ever want to destroy the farm,
just tell me.
I will destroy everyone!
I will destroy each one.
They are hounding me like anything!
I won't let them off easy.
[Phutani] You see
what these people are like, sir?
-[exhales sharply]
-These are the folks you want to serve?
Can I get some tea, Phutani ji?
Of course. The best tea,
made with fresh cow's milk.
[man on radio] He was standing right
in the middle of the popping crease.
And this ball really took off!
Here's his last ball.
Short delivery, over the wicket.
The batter rocks back
and plays a stunning shot!
Six runs!
[man on radio]He's already back in position.
Look how effortlessly he timed that…
[slurps loudly]
Sir, I shouldn't have offered you tea.
You'll miss all this
once you're back in Delhi.
[radio commentary continues]
Phutani ji, I'd like to meet
the rest of the PHC staff.
Do you need something from them, sir?
I just need to meet
and speak with them.
Sir, they don't know
how to present themselves.
What will they even say to you?
Just call them, please.
[Phutani] Sir, nobody's
picking up calls today.
It's a holiday.
Everyone's probably eaten
and gone off to sleep.
Give me their numbers.
Should I call them myself?
Phutani ji, when I ask you
to do something, just do it.
Yes, sir. I'll do it right away.
-[ringing tone]
-[wet splat]
-Hello!
-[man on call] Yes, Brother Phutani.
Gobind, where are you?
I'm at the ghat.
You were so eager to meet the MO, right?
Of course. Can I meet him?
Come over. I've arranged everything.
Listen, bring the entire PHC staff.
[Gobind] Yeah, I'll bring everyone.
Don't talk nonsense in front of the MO.
Try to act a little decent.
[Gobind] Yes, of course.
[end call tone]
-[radio commentary continues]
-[grunts]
So, sir, how long
are you planning to stay?
[man on radio]That's another six runs!
-[playful music plays]
-[strained grunt]
Do you know what this is?
A cover drive.
If my dad had supported me,
I'd be playing for India right now.
Huh? What do you think?
That's what half of India thinks as well.
You're Ravana in human form.
You should be encouraging me…
[angrily] Get lost!
You're always fidgeting.
Go stand over there.
[sniggers]
[engine rumble approaching]
They're here.
Do I look okay?
He's wearing glasses.
Just like me.
Tell me.
Do you think he'll stick around?
He looks smart.
Sir, this is Gobind.
-Sir, I'm the ward boy.
-Hello.
I was really looking forward
to meeting you.
When I heard you were coming--
-[cuts in] Okay, okay.
-Just saying.
Sir, he is the senior sweeper.
The honorable Chanesar bhai.
At your service, sir.
[voice notification] Reshma calling.
-Only two people?
-[voice notification] Reshma calling.
-Sir, the PHC is still small-scale.
-[voice notification] Reshma cal--
I'm coming!
Just keep the priest waiting a bit.
Yes, I'll be there.
Okay, sir.
I have a request.
There's a puja at home.
We have a few guests over.
They're expecting me.
So, allow me to leave.
Hmm?
-Goodbye. Phutani ji.
-Goodbye.
-He's the sweeper?
-Yes, sir. He's the sweeper.
Sir, he runs five to six clinics.
His work speaks volumes.
[engine revs]
[engine roars off]
You mean he sweeps and mops, right?
Yes, sir. Of course. [chuckles]
What else would he do? He's a cleaner.
Sorry, I didn't mean…
-[clears throat]
-[Phutani] No, no, sir. It's fine.
[engine rumble approaching]
[woman] He looks like the new MO, right?
-[Prabhat] Gobind.
-[Gobind] Yes, sir?
[Prabhat] Do you go to the clinic?
[Gobind] Yes, sir, I do. But…
There's a problem with the path, sir.
People who want to work find a way, sir.
Indu, sir.
I'm the nurse here.
-Hello.
-[Indu] Yes.
Actually, sir, I handle most of my work
at the CMO office.
But I do come here as well.
-[kid] Mom, I'm leaving.
-[Indu] Hey…
Sir, this is my son, Sudhir.
Greetings, sir.
Hello.
Go on, dear.
-[Phutani] "Dear."
-[engine starts]
[Phutani scoffs]
[engine roars off]
[Indu] It's great meeting you, sir.
It's been years since an MO came here
and actually asked how
to enter the clinic.
[soft, muffled pats]
[Indu] I just walk through
the field like this, sir.
Sir, would you like to come?
Yeah, of course!
Hey, where are you going? Wait.
-Going with sir--
-[gruff bark]
[Indu] Sir, be careful.
Where are you going, sir?
There's a snake in there.
It might bite.
[Prabhat] Are you coming or not?
Let's go. Come on.
Coming, sir.
[soft music plays]
[Indu] Watch your step.
[Prabhat] Do you always go in this way?
[Indu] Yes, sir. Every day.
Phutani ji, do you come
to the PHC wearing a lungi?
Sir, lungis are comfortable.
Trousers feel too tight.
You're in the medical profession.
Wear trousers from tomorrow.
Sir, Brother Phutani hasn't worn trousers
since his wedding.
[laughter]
-[Gobind] Your feet don't hurt?
-[Phutani] No, it's fine.
[Gobind] Huh?
-[Phutani] It is a little itchy, though.
-[Gobind] Yes.
-[soft music fades]
-[loud thunk of bolt]
[flies buzzing]
[sighs softly]
[gentle guitar riff]
This is the MO's room, sir.
It's the biggest room in the PHC.
No fan?
We've applied for an AC, sir.
You took the fan home, right?
[Phutani] Say one more off-topic thing
-and I'll smack you.
-[gentle guitar riff fades]
Chanesar bhai
is doing a great job, isn't he?
Sir is being sarcastic.
What?
This whole place needs cleaning.
[Indu] Sir.
This is the delivery room.
[playful music plays]
-[playful music fades]
-[high-pitched squeaking]
[glass thuds]
[Phutani] I told you
to clean it up this morning.
-Me?
-Obviously. Who else? Your father-in-law?
[Gobind] Did I tell you,
or did you tell me?
-[train rumbles by]
-[paper rustles]
[Prabhat] Where are the village deliveries
happening, Indu ji?
They happen at home, sir.
Both cesarean and vaginal?
[Indu] Yes, both.
Bhai Phutani,
what's a vaginal delivery?
I understand what a delivery is,
but what's a vaginal delivery?
Listen, just like "physical"
refers to the body.
-Hmm.
-That's right, isn't it?
-Hmm.
-In the same way,
"vaginal" refers to the…
[voice faltering] puss…
-Puss--
-private parts.
[Gobind] Private parts.
Hmm.
-[Phutani] It refers to the private parts.
-[Gobind] Yes, that's right.
NAME OF THE OFFICIAL
[exhales sharply]
[Prabhat] Where's the equipment?
[gentle guitar riff]
These are rusted.
If tools aren't used,
they're bound to rust.
Yes, and nobody knows that
better than you.
[boisterous laughter]
Sir, I'm not married, you see.
That's why he said it.
He cracks a lot of jokes.
Get it?
-He doesn't get it.
-[Phutani] Go on then, explain it to him.
-Explain it to him!
-Sir!
There are lots of words like "tools."
Around here, they're used
in many different ways.
Get it?
He doesn't get it.
What's this?
It's a BP machine, sir.
I can see that.
It's got a hole in it.
[high-pitched squeaking]
So, how do you folks measure BP?
Bhai Phutani is good at guessing it.
[scoffs]
Phutani ji!
-You can guess the BP? Impressive!
-Yes, sir.
Like right now,
your BP is extremely high.
[gentle guitar riff stops]
Sir, the machine might be off,
but Brother Phutani is never wrong.
[rumble of passing vehicle]
[inhales sharply]
-Gobind.
-[Gobind] Yes, sir?
Listen, tell Ram Avtar
he needs to clear the farm.
We need to build a road.
Okay, sir.
-Phutani ji?
-Yes, sir.
[Prabhat] Make a list of the equipment.
Write the application
and bring it to me for a signature.
Yes, sir.
[soft click tone]
Sir?
-Hmm.
-Can I ask you something?
Hmm.
Sir, you have your own hospital
in Delhi, right?
[Phutani] I heard it's a big one.
[soft click tone continues]
-It belongs to my father.
-So then, sir?
What do you mean?
I mean, why did you come here?
Did you have a fight
with your father or something?
-No, it's not like that.
-[Gobind] Sir!
Ram Avtar isn't home, sir.
Great.
We'll clear the farm ourselves.
Sir, how can we do that
without his permission?
Permission? He breaks the law
and I need his permission?
Sir, we'll still need
at least two farm laborers.
You and Gobind are here.
That makes two.
Gobind and I?
Let's go.
I'll help too. Come on.
Should we cut it down, sir?
Come on, I'll help.
Okay, sir. We'll do it.
Let me get the tools.
Hey! You're going to touch the tools
on the day of Vishwakarma Puja?
What's that about?
Sir, they're right.
We're in the village.
On Vishwakarma Puja,
we don't touch iron or wood.
[driver] I'll do it, sir.
Give me 500 rupees.
I'll cut the farm down smooth as silk.
On the day of Vishwakarma Puja?
[driver] I'm an atheist, sir.
Do you have tools?
-[driver chuckles]
-[loud thud]
[build-up fades into electric guitar riff]
[engine sputters]
[engine snarls]
-[chainsaw whirs]
-[rasping cut of grass]
Oh God!
Do you work as a butcher
on the side or something?
No, I drive a rickshaw on the side.
Hey!
Hey! Who's trespassing on my farm?
I'll kill you!
I'll kill you
and feed your bits to the crows,
or I'm not Ram Avtar Singh!
[grunts]
Hey Gulare! Hey Prakash!
Look at this!
They're messing with me on my farm.
-Darn you! Where are you going?
-[driver] Run!
-Let's go.
-Wait, wait. Wait for sir.
-[Ram] Hey, stop!
-[Phutani] Wait, please wait!
Sir's here. Let's go. Race!
[electric guitar riff ends]
[glass clinks]
Hear me out.
-[driver] What?
-Let's go back.
[driver] Where, sir?
The airport or the clinic?
[chuckles] Let's do this.
Think it over while I have some tea.
[driver exhales]
Are you feeling okay, baba?
No, son. I went all the way
to the city for treatment.
Couldn't find a single clinic open.
[quiet, somber melody]
You can go to a private clinic
for a check-up.
[receding footsteps]
You need money for that.
He said he'd have tea
but left after drinking water.
[dry chuckle]
[Prabhat’s voice] Take care.
As you can see.
-Take care of yourself too.
-[quiet, somber melody fades]
Don't worry about me.
Think about yourself.
Think about it again, son.
You have your own hospital.
Are you sure about this job?
You're going to a very strange place.
Someone has to go, right?
One doctor for a thousand people.
That's the minimum requirement.
Hmm.
See you.
[Prabhat’s dad] Listen,
stay as long as you're happy.
When you're not, we're here.
-[Prabhat’s dad] Take care.
-Take care.
-[Prabhat’s dad] Bye.
-[Prabhat] Bye, Dad.
There has to be some kind of system here
that actually works.
Phutani ji, Gobind, come with me.
-Sir!
-[upbeat music plays]
Wait, wait. Stay right here.
[Gobind] Let me go!
POLICE STATION
[rasping snores]
-[upbeat music ends]
-[rasping snores continue]
[Prabhat] Excuse me, sir.
[rasping snores continue]
Sir.
-Excuse me, sir.
-[bell dings]
[cop] Yes?
[Prabhat] Hello, sir.
Sir, my name is Prabhat Sinha.
I've been posted
as the MO here at Bhatkandi PHC.
-Okay.
-I was supposed to join today,
but someone has cultivated crops
all over the approach to the PHC.
We spoke to him, but he won't
clear the farm or let us do it.
On top of that,
he's threatening to kill us.
Why are you in such a hurry?
Wait a few days.
The harvest is due
in about twenty days.
He'll cut it himself.
-Right, Pathak ji?
-Yes, sir. He will.
[cop] See?
Sir, you don't seem to understand.
You don't understand.
Listen, I'm already serving
a punishment posting here…
and now you want me to start a feud
with the entire village
over something this small?
Huh?
Go on.
Leave.
Why are you still sitting here?
Sir, let's go.
Come on.
He's just arrived in the village
for the first time,
and he thinks
he's the only one doing his duty.
[scoffs a laugh]
Yes, sir.
This is my first time in a village.
But I do understand the government
sent me here to do my duty.
They sent me
to treat people at this PHC.
That's what I'm doing.
And I expect you to do your duty as well.
Okay.
I'll give you a written complaint.
You can receive it.
While you're at it, think about
where you'll go if you get
a punishment transfer from here.
-[soft music plays]
-[distant engine hums]
[Ram] Hey, Sunil.
Show me how you spin your tire, son.
-Wow! My grandson can spin the tire!
-[engine rumble approaching]
-[door slams shut]
-Sunil!
Are you Ram Avtar?
Who's that?
It's me.
Hmm?
"Me"?
You punk.
First, you're farming illegally
on government land.
Then, when the MO told you to clear it,
you threatened him?
Huh?
Who the heck is it?
Yes, I threatened him.
-So what? What will you do?
-[loud metallic thud]
The heck with this.
You're talking to the police like that?
-Come on, move.
-Hey, I made a mistake!
-Sir, please.
-[cop] Don't mess with the police.
-Are you seriously messing with the cops?
-[Prabhat] Take it easy.
Are you going to cut
the farm or not? Answer me.
-Tell me, will you cut it or not?
-Yes.
-We'll get it cut, sir.
-[Ram] Yes.
Okay, sir. He'll get it done.
But it's evening now.
It can't be done today.
-He'll cut it before sunrise tomorrow.
-[soft sobbing]
-You will, right?
-[soft sobbing]
Sir is right here. Say it loudly.
[tearful, gasping sobs] Yes! I'll cut it!
-Thank you, sir. Thank you.
-[gentle music plays]
-Go on now.
-[soft sobbing]
Okay, sir. It's all settled.
-[Prabhat] Thank you.
-[cop] Call me
if you need anything in the village.
[Ram] Oh God!
[aggrieved sobbing] Oh no!
[Gobind] Can I say something, sir?
The MO before you
checked out from the hotel itself.
And the one after him
refused to cross the bridge.
Honestly, sir, I thought
you'd make an excuse and leave too.
But no, sir. You showed up.
And what an entry you made.
[Prabhat] Gobind,
how far is the guest house?
I'm tired.
[Gobind] Where was the PHC, sir?
The guest house must be
tucked behind some bushes too.
[chuckles] But we shouldn't
get scared of this, sir.
Tomorrow, our PHC reopens after years.
Hopefully, nothing goes wrong now.
Are you scared, sir?
I talk like this.
Don't take me seriously.
[gentle music ends]