We’re invisible to them. Sometimes we’re called Untouchables.
Or Scheduled caste. But we’re never counted
as ordinary citizens. No more begging for justice. The girls were cousins. Too intimate,
so their fathers hung them. – Where’s the third girl?
– No sign of her, sir. Were they lower caste? – You need a hero, Aditi.
– No, Ayan. We need people who don’t wait
for a hero. – No report filed?
– Sir, the case didn’t seem serious. – When is it serious?
– They always file phoney cases. An honour killing. Our daughters were murdered.
And they’re framing us. Anshu Naharia hit Pooja. They wanted a 3-rupee raise. – How much?
– 3 rupees. – Case closed, sir.
– Who is Anshu Naharia? We must keep them in their place.
Or work stops. – Their place?
– The place we allow them. We won’t find her.
It’s been 3 days. Will we ever find her? – Who did this?
– Mahantji’s boys. – Who is Mahantji?
– Mahantji is Mahantji. – Is he upper caste?
– A Brahmin. – Jatav, are you lower caste?
– Yes, sir. – Same as the boys?
– No. I’m a Chamar. They’re Pasis. – And you?
– A Kayasth, sir. – And me?
– A Brahmin, sir. So Mahantji and I are
the same caste? He’s a Kanyakubj Brahmin,
higher Brahmin. You’re a Saryuparin Brahmin. What the f*** is going on here? – Was it a rape?
– Gang rape. They ignore the Constitution
but swear by it. We must fight, Nishad. They must obey the Constitution.
Then we’ll progress. The girls asked for a 3-rupee raise. That buys a few sips
of your mineral water. A mistake got them raped. They were killed and hung from a tree
so their caste remembers their place.