Officer I: Keep your eyes on every exit! When that train stops, nothing gets through—not even a rat!
Officers: Yes, sir!
Officer I: I'll board the train myself. He isn't getting away this time.
He pats the pistol at his waist and nods to his partner.
Officer I: Get ready. He won't come quietly.
Officer II: Damn it—we don't want him dead.
Officer II: If he dies, the money ...
He glances around and lowers his voice.
Officer II: If he's not carrying it, this whole thing's a waste. Isn't it?
Officer I: Of course.
They lead two snarling police dogs, eyes locked on the slowing train.
They are ready to pounce.
The noise grows louder. Consciousness sharpens—
Kanjira: Mmm, ugh! Why's it so loud this early?
She rubs her eyes and sits up from the floor. Janardhan crouches by the window, peeking outside.
Janardhan: Something's off. It's way too quiet out there.
Janardhan: One of those bastards must've tipped them off. The cops probably have the whole station locked down.
He crouches lower, locking eyes with Kanjira.
Janardhan: I'm jumping off and heading for the jungle. You're on your own from here, understand?
Janardhan: They probably don't know about you, kid. But if they ask, you never even heard of me, got it? Just play dumb.
Murmurs spread from the car ahead, and then marching feet. Together with a whiny voice.
Student: That filthy little pickpocket was right here! Said she "found" my wallet!
Student: There was some dirty tramp with her too. He was carrying a bag!
The voices get closer. Both of them hold their breath—
Teacher: He wouldn't lie, Officer. If he says he saw something, I believe him.
Officer I: Thank you for your help, ma'am.
Officer I: Rex, sniff the wallet.
He holds the student's wallet out to the police dog.
Dog: Woof! Woof!
The dog's wet nose twitches. It turns and leads the officers straight toward the cargo car.
Janardhan: Damn that heartless little brat.
Kanjira: I'm sorry. It's my fault.
Janardhan: Forget it. Right now, we're tied together. If I run and you get caught ...
Kanjira: So what?! I'm way smarter than you think. Even if they catch me, I won't say a word. What can they really do to me?
He shakes his head.
Janardhan: They can do anything, kid.
Janardhan: And you do know you're helping a murderer, right?
She tilts her head up, staring right into his eyes.
Kanjira: No, you're not. I don't see that. I don't see it in your eyes.
Kanjira: That night, I saw you. You wrapped up some money and tucked it into that girl's candy box.
His eyes go wide. He freezes.
Kanjira: You stomp around like an elephant—I heard you!
He turns away.
Janardhan: So what? You think that means you know me? Forget it. Believe what you want; I don't have to prove anything.
Student: Hey. Why's that mutt sniffing farther away? I bet they're still here, just hiding or something!
Student: And those officers are talking about some package ... and bribes ... I don't know what they're doing.
Student: Well ... then, maybe I'll just track down those dirty thieves myself. Bet they're just hiding near the garbage.
The door creaks open—
Janardhan: ?!
The police dog catches the scent.
Thief: Officer, come on, cut me some slack! I'll give the kid his money back, alright.
Officer I: Damn it. This isn't who we're looking for.
He slams the baton hard into the thief's stomach.
Thief: vomiting
Officer I: Where did you see them? Which way did they go?
Officer I: Did the man have a bag with him?
Blood streams from the thief's nose, mixing with snot and tears.
Thief: T-They went that way. I don't know anything else! Please, stop hitting me!
The thief collapses to his knees, trembling, and points toward the cargo hold.
The officers leave the man behind and inch toward the cargo carriage.
Outside, a chorus of barking erupts.
And a fist bangs hard against the window.
Officer II: Get out here, boys!
Officer II: Janardhan's jumped the damn train! He's got hostages with him!
Officer II: Damn it, he's already in the jungle! Call everyone in from the station!
Janardhan: Hah ... hah ... Move, damn it!
He kicks the crying student hard, sending him sprawling into the sticky mud.
Student: sob
Kanjira: Stop it, Janardhan. Don't hit him again.
Janardhan: Back off, kid! He's the reason we're in this mess!
He shoves Kanjira aside and points his knife toward her.
Janardhan: Not another word out of you! I'm all out of kindness, so not another word!
Janardhan: Not until we're safe!
The jungle grows thicker around them. Wet leaves brush over them as they go.
