it's meeta! it's her time. but something is wrong. the midwives don't know what to do! dr. sunil, could he help, perhaps?
good morning, joan di. dr. loeb said many of us could be helped; that all it would take is money for medication. anouar hands joan some newspaper in which something is wrapped. joan opens the paper. inside is a good deal of money.
please buy the medication for us. if we cannot come here to receive it, perhaps dr. loeb would come to us.
then perhaps i am having visions. anouar's focus is up the lane. joan follows his focus to:
no, no, you know how patient we are. eat, eat.
even though i am invisible to some of you and i don't have a complete set of legs to stand on, i stand with the doctor big brother. maybe nature doesn't have a conscience or those with the power, but don't we? said, the giant mute, mades an unintelligible sound in his throat, but clearly he's agreeing with anouar.
sshh! doctor big brother, please, we are pretending not to be lepers.
we've come to take you to the dispensary in grand style on this special day, haven't we, hasari?
meeta's very excited by this ride through calcutta. you see, she's never been sightseeing before. meeta, of course, is blind. max, hasari, anouar laugh.
yes, yes, i know, thank you very much. as the rickshaw disappears into the sea of people and vehicles, we hear anouar and max laughing.
max daddah, you are finished? follow me. anouar takes off down the lane and disappears quickly into a little building, max following.
even from my low vantage point, i know this: it's the son. he's mad.
i think aloka would have a gentler touch than you, max daddah. maybe she should perform this surgery on her own. aloka ducks her eyes, embarrassed.
yes, but given a choice between one and none, i will accept the one. max lifts anouar off the table and places him on his cart.
max daddah!