The Glassworker (شیشہ گر)

It's a really lovely shop.

They have such beautiful things.

Make the text a deeper shade.

Brighten the colors, add mystery.

- But apart from that, it's perfect.

Mystery, he says.

Hear that, Maher?

The boy wants mystery.

There was a time, Vincent, when I told you what to do.

Time to work.

- Vincent, the train is canceled.

See what I've done right here?

I like a wet brush, not too much paint.

Looks transparent.

Like glass.

Then I add color.

Your mother never drew a single thing.

She had all her designs in her head.

Now we make it.

Looking all right to you?

Looks great.

Now the fun part.

Now we surround it in clear.

Easy, see?

Uh-huh.

Now you, blow, Vincent.

But it will burn me.

Only the other end will.

Blow, son.

You've got good lungs, thank goodness.

Get some air.

You've done well.

Yeah.

ha.

Hello, djinn.

Are you there?

You sound grumpy today.

Why are you grumpy?

Time for tag.

Let's go.

You win this time, Malik.

- I don't know why you want to play with those boys.

You are not like them.

Maybe if I went to school--

- What do you need to waste your time at school for?

All a glassworker needs to know is

how to make glass, read and write and know your maths

and chemistry. - But I want to--

- I'm already teaching you those.

Vincent?

Vincent?

Yes, Pa.

- The sketches and designs you want to exhibit,

you've got to sort them.

The gallery needs time for the catalog.

Oh, I'll see what I can do.

Not too shabby.

Oh, the djinn.

Ah, ah, what?

- Dear Vincent, I hope this letter finds you well.

I know I didn't leave on the best note.

Look at me, always thinking in music.

I'll never forget my first day in Waterfront town

when I ran off on my own and first came upon the glassworks.

I had never seen something so beautiful.

It was magical.

Isn't it curious how I found my way to the glassworks just

in time to rescue that crystal flower,

and happened to meet you?

Some may call it--

Destiny.

Alliz, Alliz.

Where is that girl?

This isn't a game.

Hey.

Materials at the best prices.

You there, sir.

You, sir. - Come on.

Come and get it.

I saw him first.

- Pa, may I have some gulabjamun?

Pa, tell me how you and mother met.

- I think you know that story better than I do.

Please, Pa,

If I must.

Well, your mother was--

Was a glassworker.

That's right, Vincent.

And she came to your grandfather--

My grandfather.

- --grandfather seeking employment.

He had never met--

- met a woman who made glass before.

- Correct, and had no intention of hiring one until she showed--

Some of her work.

It was the best that he had ever seen.

- Yes, and you always enjoy me telling this story,

Come on, Pa.

- You see, your mother was a born artist.

Your grandfather was smart enough to recognize that.

And he--

- Papa had been posted to the province

to ready it in case the war moved south.

Everyone expected great things from him.

But it wasn't easy being Colonel Amano's daughter.

The whole town had their eyes on us.

Go away.

We don't want your war here.

Get out of our town.

Hey, why don't you be quiet?

- Show some respect for our army.

- The great ravine is disputed territory.

There's great mineral wealth and some of the finest

agricultural land.

We claim it, so do they.

So we go to war--

idiocy.

But whose land is it then?

- Vincent, the only land that concerns

me is that on which our glassworks stand on--

and the beach below, with its fine sand

Huh.

Find anything?

- I asked you to throw this in the furnace.

The furnace is only for glass.

- Papa could have asked for a posting to a big city.

But on an army reconnaissance trip,

he came across Waterfront town.

He said it had a calm, welcoming charm to it,

and liked the idea of bringing us there.

I was more excited by the music department

in the town's academy.

Ahem.

- Oh, Colonel Amano, Mrs. Amano, how delightful to see you again

- Good morning, Principal Bhatti,

and lovely to see you, as well.

- I do hope that we're not too early.

Indeed not.

I cannot abide latecomers.

And this must be Alliz.

Welcome to our school, dear.

- How do you do, principal Bhatti?

- Ah, here is our head of music, Professor Ansari.

Good day, Alliz.

I am looking forward to hearing you play.

Who is she?

I've never seen her before.

It's that colonel's kid, isn't it?

Is it?

Oh, yeah.

My mother says he used his influence to get her

into the music program.

- My mother says your mother knows everything.

- Sandhya, if you close your bloody mouth,

you'll hear how good she is.

She's amazing.

Djinn, is that you?

Are you following me?

- I thought your fiddle was the djinn wailing in the sea cave.

Sounds like it's got a belly ache.

- This is my violin, not a fiddle.

And if anything sounds like a belly ache, it's you.

There's the djinn now.

I don't know what that is.

A djinn.

Hey.

- Djinns are spirits created from smokeless fire.

They have special powers.

- What do you mean, special powers?

- Djinns can shift between their realm and ours.

They can turn themselves into animals and sometimes

even humans.

Once I thought the mailman's cat was a djinn.

I thought I saw smoke coming from his mouth.

But it was only a fur ball.

He was disgusting.

Some djinn are good.

And some djinn are bad.

And most every town has one.

Our town's just happens to live in this cave.

- Is this djinn a good one or a bad one?

- That's what I'm trying to figure out.

No matter what, he keeps people away from this beach

and away from the sand.

So that's good.

- What's so special about this sand?

- What's so special about the sand?

Don't you know it's the best sand in the world?

Oh, is it?

- It's why my great-great-great grandfather started

the glassworks here.

It's made from silica.

That's why it's so white.

- What's a glassworks got to do with sand?

- You mean, you don't know glass is made from it?

- How can glasses and bottles and roses be made from this?

Oh, Alliz.

Huh, you know my name.

- Huh, the sand is melted with some other things.

There's a formula.