A businessman scowls and moves away. Laal smiles, unfazed. He looks at a passing pigeon.

"Laal, when I say 'biscuit,' you run. Don't look back."

Bullets zip. Balla is hit. He falls into Laal’s arms.

"Run? My legs are made of iron, Ruby."

"To happiness?"

Ruby sits beside Laal. He’s crying.

"For your son. Tell him… iron can fly."