This is a story from many years ago.
Abbas was only eight months old.
A motherless child.
Sultan, a truck driver, took his ill-fated son
and drove across the country.
There was no end to his suffering.
Trip after trip, always on the road.
One day, during the morning call to prayer...
(indistinct chatter)
BOHEMIAN HORSE
Drink up, baby.
Drink up. Orphans can't afford to be picky.
Come on.
Just look at this little guy.
Where were you? Why weren't you taking my calls?
I couldn't. I'm in big trouble.
What trouble?
You said you'll come to meet.
But you haven't showed up since that one time.
A complicated mess. I'll explain later.
Okay.
Then come today.
Not today. Going to Mongla for work.
And Sundori...
Umm...
Make sure Noorjahan doesn't find out.
I'll tell you everything later.
Don't worry. She won't find out.
Whose baby is that?
Do you have kids too?
Nonsense!
There's no baby in my truck.
It's a play on the radio.
The truck owner is calling. Bye.
Hello--
He hung up before I could reply!
Damn!
He just farted.
A runny fart.
-What? -He's pooped.
Pull over. Have to clean the mess.
How annoying.
We have to pull over anyway.
Why?
Look ahead.
Cops.
Take the documents with you.
-Where's your towel? -On the seat.
Get off.
Sir wants to see your documents.
-Boss. -I'll be right there.
Okay.
Who are you?
How...
Who are you?
How are you--
Sir.
Where you going, young man?
-Excuse me? -Where to?
That's easier to understand.
Going to Baharampur.
Hello.
Abbas, you rascal!
You still haven't reached Baharampur!
Think it's a bloody joke?
I don't get why you're obsessing over this.
I told you I'm on the way.
Is Gobindapur on the damn moon?
I'm busy. Hanging up.
Don't you dare--
Son of a b***h! He hung up on me!
Hey! You call these bricks?
What the hell is this rubbish?
What...
What kind of stuff you carrying?
-Sir, is this supposed to be a joke? -Hmm?
I don't get what you're saying.
Or are you fake cops?
Do we look like fake cops to you?
What's in your truck?
Just ask in Bengali.
We're carrying cotton.
Sir wants to practice his English.
-Any problem? -Stop.
I don't want to esp...
"esplain" to him.
Hey!
Who is with... on truck?
Call him.
Sir, it's his boss.
With little baby in the truck.
Baby?
Hey!
Who is baby?
Are you baby catcher?
Not...
I don't understand, sir.
Don't even get this? How far have you studied?
Zero. My education is zero--
Shut up!
Did you kidnap the baby?
Whose baby is it?
No, sir.
That baby...
is boss' own son.
A motherless child, sir.
Boss is both his mother and father.
You can't imagine his pain, sir.
And that truck?
That truck is the baby's home.
My heart breaks to see it, sir.
What's the problem?
Feed him.
-What's the problem, sir? -No problem, brother.
You are a great man.
I am understand... you are a lot of suffer.
When my Kusum, my first wife, died...
I do another marry.
My baby life is ruined.
Brother, please, don't do...
-Don't do marry again. -Hmm.
Please.
I don't like to... Bangladesh. I go abroad.
Very suffer.
Your pain, my pain, same same.
Oh brother!
Feels like a street play...
Can't breathe, sir.
Sorry. Very sorry.
I am very exciting...
I understand you've gone through a lot, sir.
Don't worry, sir. God will protect you.
-Just keep praying. -Yes, brother.
-Sir, your hands are bare. -Huh?
None of these...
Ring?
-Ruby, ruby. -Ruby ring?
Let me see.
-You can wear pearl too. -Hmm.
I suggest you go to an astrologer.
-Okay, sir? -Okay.
-I'll take my leave, sir. -Okay.
Please take care of sir.
Great man!
Good.
-Hey. -Sir.
Pearl...how much?
-Very expensive, sir. -Oh.
Boss.
Loud speaker.
Hello, Surekha.
Give me some time.
I'll see you soon.
Surekha?
I know everything, my dear.
Don't you worry. I'll come soon.
SUREKHA AKHTAR
PISCES
NATURE LOVER
VOCAL CORD DAMAGED FROM STARVATION
AFRAID OF GETTING RAPED AGAIN
DREAMS OF SINGING FOR ABBAS
-Phone's ringing, boss. -Answer it.
Where are you, Khorgun?
That client bought chicken from me.
They want you to cater for the wedding.
-Khorgun? -I have shut shop!
Hello?
How annoying!
I'm waiting for Abbas or Sundori's call.
But he only gets calls from vendors.
Rubbish!
You're making me suffer for no reason.
My shop's been shut for so long.
Please let me go.
I'll send you food if you want.
Shut up!
Send me food, my foot!
You'll be here as my slave till we find Sundori.
You'll cook for me as per the doctor's instructions.
Sundori's so-called father, eh?
Trying to be her daddy!
Bloody bastard!
Abbas and Sundori are legally husband and wife.
You can't do anything about it.
It's out of your hands now.
Have your food.
Hey! Come here.
First, you'll try it.
That traitor!
He poisoned my food!
I was kidding.
Shoot him!
-Hey! -Stop! Don't shoot him.
He's our only link to Sundori.
-Who's this? -Hello, Dad.
How are you? I couldn't call back that day.
-Sundori-- -Shut it.
How are you, dear?
I'm fine but why do you sound so different?
Just a cold, dear.
Where are you?
I'm at Matrichhaya.
What? Where is that, dear?
Gauripur. Behind the ice cream factory.
I'll visit you, my dear.
Take care.
(humming)
Hey! When will you return my money?
In a week.
You keep saying that. Give me a date.
Ignored me.
PROTHOM MURMU
AQUARIUS
FAMILY CONSIDERS HER JINXED
FEARS HER HUSBAND WILL DIE AGAIN
BELIEVES ALL HUMANS ARE KIND
DREAMS OF OWNING A HOUSE
Why did you come unannounced?
If I told you I was coming
I wouldn't get to see your eyes grow wide with surprise.
Stay for Baha Parab, the upcoming flower festival.
I have a gift for you.
What gift?
Show me.
First close those beautiful eyes, honey.
Alright.
What are you up to?
Open your eyes.
What a cute little baby!
Where did you find him?
How lovely!
This is your gift.
Where did you find him?
A gift from God.
Need I say more?
No.
Don't need to know anything else.
He is our son.
You really like the baby?
Why are you calling him "the baby"?
Such a cute little boy should have name, right?
Right.
My name is Abbas, meaning a lion.
A symbol of power.
I live up to my name in the work I do.
I want to name him...
Edison Abbas.
Father said Edison means the son of God.
And Edison Abbas will mean...
God's lionheart son.
What do you think?
Tell me...
What religion will he grow up with?
You and I come from different faiths but that's never been a problem.
Edison can choose his own faith when he grows up.
Prothom!
Prothom...
That swine is back.
Every two days.
Let me handle it.
How are you, Prothom?
Why do you care?
Don't be so harsh.
Breaks my heart.
Shut up and get lost.
Hey, heartbroken bastard! What do you want?
Why are you here?
Greetings, Ali Abbas.
With that name, one would think you're a wealthy zamindar.
But you're an ordinary truck driver.
Haven't been run over by a truck, so you mock it.
What's your problem?
Nothing. I'm here to take you.
You ignored the truck owner's calls.
Why is he calling? He knows I don't work Saturdays.
If it's urgent, I'll meet him. You leave.
No, you're coming with me.
You're talking too much.
I know very well why you're here.
I better not see you here again. Get lost!
Come, Ali Abbas. There's a surprise for you.
Dad!
Where is Shobur?
Where will Shobur come from?
Where is Shobur, Dad?
He can't even walk. Where did he go?
He's a baby! Where did you leave him?
Where will he come from?
Where is he?
Shobur is no more.
Why do you keep forgetting?
What rubbish are you saying?
I've told you not to say that!
I can't bear to hear Shobur is gone!
My dear...
you must bear it.
Shobur is gone.
That's the truth.
No use living a lie.
It won't help.
Shobur is no more.
That's the truth.
Dad.
If I'm living a lie...
where did this half empty feeding bottle come from?
Abbas!
You hung up on me.
Attitude, huh?
What attitude?
I was caught up with something.
With what?
Heard you found a baby.
From another wife?
No.
Found him on the street.
Sure, you did.
It fell from the sky, right into your lap.
Listen.
You've put up this jinxed girl on my land.
Now a bastard child.
Can't let this go on.
Prothom is my legally-wedded wife.
Legally-wedded wife?
We all know how it is for you.
Tell her to up and leave.
I'm going to build a shopping mall there.
-Where will she live then? -Not my headache.
How is this fair?
Let me tell you something.
Don't you dare touch Prothom.
I didn't call you here to tell me what I can or can't do.
You're here for my work.
You can go now.
I'll be right back.
Boss.
Bad news, boss.
What happened?
Chhotu from Khorgun uncle's diner had called.
Hussain's goons took Khorgun uncle away.
What? Where did they take him?
Hussain's warehouse, I guess.
I can't get through to Surekha.
Eight means not, Selim.
Ever since I married Sundori, it's been one mess after the other.
-Sundori-- -Softly.
What if Khorgun uncle tells them where Sundori is?
How will he?
He has no idea where she is.
Do something.
A little later into the night, go to Hussain's warehouse.
See if you can rescue Khorgun uncle.
Okay.
Will go to Haor tomorrow to meet Surekha.
Don't we have to deliver the goods?
Yes, we do.
Will do it.
But I'm worried about Surekha.
You get going.
Okay, boss.
Sure--gun.
Joygun.
How are you?
I'm fine.
How are you?
I'm okay.
How is Father?
He's fine.
Where are you?
In the North.
I'm relieved to hear you're well.
Okay, I've got to go.
Bye.
Wait.
The next time you come...
bring Shobur along.
Surekha?
Surekha--
Surekha!
Surekha?
Hey, Surekha!
Surekha?