Dara, Malik called.
We don't have much time. I'm on my way.
Dara, the flight to Dubai is ready.
Babban is on his way to the airport.
We need to leave right now.
Dad is refusing to come.
Whoever wants to flee is free to go.
I will not pay for his sins.
We can argue later. Now's not the time.
-Ismail-- -I said, I won't go, Sakina!
Talk some sense into him. He'll die here.
It's better than living with you.
Dad, that's enough!
-Ismail! -Ismail!
Sakina, tell him this is my final decision.
Ismail!
Or else, he'll leave another body behind.
In the nature of the Universe,
evil begets from good.
Even the Devil was God's own creation.
I was merely a father.
Mr. Kadri!
I'm sorry, I'm late.
No problem. I'm just glad you're here.
I wouldn't have missed it.
-Come. -No, no, you--
-Congratulations on your son's wedding! -Thank you.
-You-- -Please tend to other guests.
I'll have it. Please go.
-Salaam alaikum, Ismail! -Salaam!
-Walaikum Assalam. -Salaam alaikum.
Walaikum as… salaam!
Your Highness, what kingdom have you conquered today?
Conquered? Must have been on mopping duty today.
You were in a hurry to come, you gluttons!
Left anything for me?
-There is a feast for you, your highness. -We've been waiting for you.
-I'm at peace today. -Why?
Look at Sakina. She seems happy.
Happy wife, happy life.
This one doesn't kick as much.
I'm sure it's a girl.
May Allah bless you!
-I'll distribute sweets if that's true. -Really?
-Yes. -Salaam Alaikum.
-Walaikum Assalam. -Walaikum Assalam.
-Sister-in-law… -How are you?
The bride looks gorgeous.
What's this? Where is this water coming from?
Is it raining?
Look.
What's going on?
What are you doing here?
-Why are you yelling? -This is a boys-only zone.
-Get lost, or-- -Or what?
I'm not scared of you.
Pari?
Where are you?
-Pari? -Run to that side.
Where does she keep disappearing?
What are you doing here?
Let's go down.
How many times have I told you, don't go anywhere?
Yet you don't listen.
-Salaam! -Haji.
-Salaam alaikum, Haji! -Salaam alaikum.
Salaam alaikum, Pathan.
Salaam alaikum.
-Congratulations! -Thank you.
Welcome.
Salaam.
-Haji. -Congratulations on the wedding!
Congratulations!
Who the hell invited them here?
Tell me!
What are you doing?
And what the hell are you doing?!
Did you invite me to feast with these criminals?
My son overdosed and died.
He would go to your den to get high.
How can you give so much respect to my son's murderers?
Why?
Will Allah forgive you?
They don't deserve dignity.
Don't fear them!
My son…
Suleman Maqbool.
Migrated from Hyderabad to work as a porter.
He inspired the other workers to dream of a better life.
Together, they started stealing goods.
Gradually all the porters began to work for him.
They pilfered gold, electronics,
and every lucrative contraband that landed at the docks.
Suleman then used that money to go for the holy pilgrimage of Hajj.
And from Suleman was born… Haji.
The Godfather of Bombay!
-Cheers! -Cheers!
It is said that Hajj washes off all sins.
So, Haji's illicit smuggling businesses now became legit international trade.
Fear turned into respect.
And his black money was considered wealth.
Haji enjoyed a luxurious life.
The elite attended his parties. They had to.
To add oomph, he would invite film heroines
alongside industrialists and powerful government officers.
Everybody would mark their attendance at these parties.
Parties would be a front
to close deals worth millions behind doors.
As per our deal, I've made all the payments.
-Okay. -But the property owner is not giving in.
-You promised-- -No. I made no promise.
I gave you my word.
And I won't go back on my word, Mr. Bhandari.
Azeem Pathan spelled fear for Bombay.
He was an Afghan migrant.
Together with Haji's brains and Pathan's brawn
they ruled the mean streets of Bombay.
Pathan would handle all criminal businesses that Haji wanted no part of.
He handled drugs, gambling, kidnapping, murders, and land grabbing.
He was behind almost every crime in the city.
Salaam alaikum!
-Terror was his tool. -Salaam, Pathan.
What the hell is this, Pathan?
Why have you forcibly brought me here?
Listen, I'm not afraid of you and your gangsters.
I'm not signing these documents. I'm warning you. I'm not going to sign--
Inform Haji that the job is done.
I had come from Ratnagiri to Bombay
as a police officer
with a mission to clean these mean streets of Bombay.
I don't know whether I was being brave or naive.
Where's your boss?
Tell me.
Where the fuck is he?
Tell me.
-Ahmed! -What?
Take it all.
Take him.
Take them. Write down their names.
Well, looks like I've crashed a party!
Ismail?
What the fuck are you doing here?
I came to play a hand. I hit the jackpot.
Don't act too smart, Ismail.
Stay within your limits.
Get out of here.
Ismail.
-What if I don't? -Ismail?
What will you do?
Want me to explain it to you at the police station?
Exactly!
Let's go.
Motherfucker!
Get your hands off my uniform!
-Asshole, you don't deserve to wear it. -Bastard, I'll teach you a lesson.
Let's see.
They're all senior officers, Ismail.
I caught them red-handed at Pathan's den.
They have to go.
Or they kill their families.
Anyway, some people want to stay alive.
They are helpless.
They didn't seem helpless.
Nobody looks helpless.
Write an apology letter.
Release the officers. I'll manage the press.
Are we clear?
But, sir…
That's an order!
Leave!
Do whatever you want. Things won't change.
-Saadiq, come. -The entire city is under their control.
Including the police.
Yeah, but not me.
And not you, either.
Dara, come fast!
Make one, please.
Dara.
-Come on. -Yes, let's go.
The first one's mine.
Ismail, we have families too.
What would happen to them if something were to happen to us?
We can't turn a blind eye.
What can we do?
We have to do something, Ahmed.
We've got to do something.
I'm under immense pressure, Arvind.
Haji and Pathan…
now rule Bombay.
Has the government lost all control, Arvind?
No, sir.
But our hands are tied.
Let's untie them.
Then consider Bombay taken back from Haji and Pathan.
But I will need your full support, sir.
The Home Ministry will back you.
And you will report directly to me.
Thank you, sir.
Pack the onions and the chutney separately.
-Ismail… -What?
How does one write an apology letter?
How am I supposed to know?
-Ahmed, how about you? -I'd know if I had written one before.
Hurry up.
Didn't I tell you to pack them separately, Ashfaq?
What happened?
Sakina doesn't like it mixed up. She'll get mad for no reason.
Will you write her an apology letter or just say sorry?
Why would I write a letter to Sakina--
Now, I get it.
-Pulling my leg, fuckers. -Go, get your kebab!
-Give me the packet. -Apology letter!
He's quite irritated.
I'll deal with you guys later. Here you go.
Don't worry, Ismail.
Sehgal will have to pay for his doings.
-Correct. -No?
Keep dreaming,
while Haji continues to fuck us over.
Tell me!
How did my wallet land in your pocket?
Tell me, and I'll let you go.
I'll cut you into pieces, and no one will even ask for you.
Dad, let's go inside.
-Please. -Pari, go inside.
Go inside.
-Go… -Uncle! Did you steal?
Get out of the way, kiddo. Don't get into this squabble. Leave!
That's why I'm here.
My dad is a policeman.
He'll thrash him. He will learn his lesson.
Do you take me for a fool?
Everyone here knows that he's your uncle.
Understood? Now get out of here.
Please let him go. My dad will set him straight.
-Show some respect. -Do something respectful first.
-Let's go, Uncle. -Come on, Dara.
Where are you taking him? Return my wallet.
-Here you go. -Return it.
Apologize. Say sorry.
Say, "I will never do it again."
-I will do it again. -What!
Let him go, please.
We'll handle him.
-Yes. -Let him go, Dad.
Shut up.
I don't want to embarrass you in front of the kids.
That's why I'm letting you go.
Got it? I don't want to see you here again.
Take him away. Stealing from Darius!
Hey! Why did you intervene? Dad has warned you to stay away from him!
I would have handled it.
Like hell, you did.
We saw how you were getting thrashed.
Did you steal from his wallet?
Well done, Dara!
Did you take all the money?
Keep it, Uncle. Enjoy.
Let's go, brothers.
-My treat. Chana batata. -Let's go.
Want to eat something, love?
Yes. Okay.
Get an egg from the kitchen.
Good girl.
Bastards! Stole all my money.
-Dad! -Salaam, Ismail.
-Dad! -Rahim.
Uncle gave us a treat.
Stop eating rubbish.
I've cooked for you.
Hurry and get changed.
Go, change. Come, eat.
How many times have I told you to stay away from my kids?
And quit drugs.
He has. Haven't you?
I have. Ismail, no more drugs.
With your help, I'll start a business.
What help do you need, junkie?
He wants to start a business.
He needs some money.
You think?
If I give him money, what is he going to do with it?
He's going to buy drugs, Sakina!
I'll set up a watch shop.
Yes, exactly.
A watch shop? Are you sober to even know the time right now?
A watch business, my foot!
Forget your own shop, and prove yourself by sticking to a job for six months.
I'll try and get you a job at a medical store nearby.
Sell medicines. Don't get high on them, asshole.
Look at his face at the mention of working for someone.
All he cares about is money.
He wants money only to buy drugs. He doesn't care about earning a living.
I want to start my own business.
To hell with the business. Start by working for someone.
Fine. I'll do as you say, Ismail.
I'll take your leave, Sister.
-Have dinner and go. -No, Sister. Not today.
-Rahim, please eat something at least. -No.
-He should've eaten something. -Well, he's chewed my brains for now.
Dara, Ajju, Saadiq! Come and eat.
Can someone come and eat right now?
Don't take your frustration out on the food, Sakina.
I'll figure something out.
Here, eat now.
Was your apology letter any good?
I wrote the word "Sorry." That too in English.
First Sehgal, and now this guy's going to take our case.
You guys don't speak a word. Let me handle this.
So, you guys arrested those three police officers?
Sir, it's not their fault.
They just came along.
Sir, we were together in the operation.
Reprimand all of us.
Okay, then.
Here's your punishment.
Special Task Squad.
Excuse me?
I'm very proud of you.
You've already witnessed the corruption in the police force.
Now, get to the root of it.
Expose Haji and Pathan's nexus. Is that clear?
Yes, sir.
You will report only to me.
But be very careful.
One mistake can cost us the entire mission.
Sir, Mr. Sehgal insisted that we--
I will handle that.
You will get as many officers as you need.
And even operate from another base.
Yes, sir.
Let's begin with Haji, and gather all the evidence we have on him.
Find a way to shut Haji's smuggling racket.
Yes, sir.
And the name of your squad will be Pathan Squad.
Sir!
Cough up the plan. Haji's smuggled goods. Where, when, and how? Tell me everything.
No one knows the entire plan, sir.
Is that right? Nobody knows?
There are three gates at the docks.
I don't know which gate the goods will be unloaded at.
Hey! Are you fucking speaking Russian to me?
-Is he making sense to you? -No.
Be clear, Salim. Or I'll skin you alive.
Tell me.
There are three gates at the docks.
Nobody knows whether the goods will arrive from which gate.
That's all I know.
-Why are you tiring me? -I'm telling you the truth.
-So are you saying you know nothing? -I swear to Allah.
I swear to Allah. That's all I know, sir.
Fine. Let's assume you're telling the truth.
Let's assume it for now.
What do you know about the ship in which Haji's goods are being smuggled?
I don't know anything.
I have no idea, sir.
Just because I'm speaking politely doesn't mean I'm a fool.
Open your mouth!
-Ismail. -Yes?
Why have you ordered a soda and chili powder?
Let me show you. First, pop open the bottle.
Then add a pinch of chili powder.
Ismail.
-What are you going to do? -Watch and then…
Can you see it fizz up?
Shake it! It'll bubble up.
Now spray it on his fucking dick.
In two days! The goods will arrive in two days.
Besides running illegal businesses, Azeem Pathan loved wrestling.
His dens and arenas were managed by his cousin, Bilawal.
Pick him up! Flip him.
There was someone who was gaining popularity amidst the Pathans.
He was Abdullah, from Uttar Pradesh, an expert at wielding knives.
And his brute strength overpowered everyone.
And that didn't sit well with the Pathans.
But Haji was well aware of Abdullah's skills.
-Abdullah! -Abdullah!
Well done, Abdullah.
It was a good warm-up.
How about a real match? Jalaal.
Bilawal?
What happened?
Did you piss your pants off after seeing him?
Come on, move that ass, low life.
-Jalaal! -Jalaal!
-Salaam. -Salaam, Haji.
-Salaam, Haji.
Well done, Jalaal!
Jalaal!
Very well done, Jalaal!
Treat him to a glass of almond milk.
Jalaal.
You fought well. Very good.
Well done, Abdullah.
I thought Jalaal would lose.
Abdullah wrestled well too.
Here.
Get out.
Almond milk for both.
All well, Haji?
The police have created a special unit to crack down on us.
Pathan Squad.
Pathan Squad!
We Pathans will tackle the Pathan squad.
This isn't an ordinary unit.
The squad is controlled by the Home Ministry.
If it's difficult, let's stop the shipment.
That will mean a win for the Pathan Squad without even a fight.
At least, let them get to work.
What are you thinking, Haji?
Stop! Put the box down. Round up, everyone.
Come out here.
Ahmed, go in front. Stop right there.
Put it down.
Go on up front.
Yunis! Check the top deck.
Open it.
Come on, open up.
What the hell is happening?
Put it down and check the ships!
It's a police raid.
-Do you have a search warrant? -Here.
Open the drum!
Open it up.
How long does it take to read a warrant?
Are you guys illiterate? Yunis, found anything?
Nothing, Ismail.
Ahmed?
No.
Check down there.
Ahmed, open these up.
Stand down there.
Looks like it's our turn to search you.
Search me?
-Ismail! -Try it.
-I'll report you. -Relax.
Get him a pen. The bastard wants to write a report!
-Relax, Ismail. -Let's go!
It seemed like a reliable tip-off, sir.
It wasn't, Ismail.
I look like a fool in front of the department.
And these customs officials, who we don't give a rat's ass about,
I'm answerable to them now.
Sorry, sir.
Haji tricked us.
His man misled you, and you took his bait.
If this happens again,
I'll be pressured to shut down the Pathan squad.
Yes, sir.
What happened, Ismail?
What did Mr. Kaul say?
-Ismail! -Get out of my way.
Ismail. Listen up…
-You think you're too smart, motherfucker? -Ismail!
Ismail…
Stop it, Ismail!
-Listen… -I wasn't lying, sir.
-Where are you taking him? -Yunis get in the back.
-Make sure the fucker doesn't jump out. -Ismail.
Ismail, we'll get into deep trouble.
What are you up to, Ismail?
-Ismail, what are you going to do? -Where the fuck are we going?
What are you doing?
Hear me out, Ismail.
What are you going to do, Ismail?
-Stop it. -Please, sir!
Stop it, Ismail! Get a grip. We'll be in trouble!
Ismail!
-Get up! -We are answerable to higher authorities!
Speak up or else…
-What did you say? -Ismail!
I swear I don't know anything.
I swear on Allah.
Smash his face with a stone so no one can identify the body.
-Ismail. -Talk, Mirchi.
Speak up!
What?
Srivastav.
Srivastav knows everything.
It's Srivastav.
Srivastav.
Yes.
When's the next shipment docking?
When, bastard?
It arrives… tomorrow.
Are you sure?
Go back to work.
Asshole doesn't believe me.
Go.
Don't stop anywhere. Get lost.
I thought his teeth would fall out.
Thankfully he opened his mouth, or they would have actually fallen out.
-Shall we go? -Yes.
A pair of clothes and shoes each…
And…
That's it.
And for you?
Are you okay?
Even he wants a pair of new clothes and shoes.
-You're still awake? -Yes.
How can you be so sure it'll be a boy?
I feel it'll be a girl.
I want brother.
Understood?
-They teach you good English at school? -Yes.
Get me a glass of water, Dara.
He's become quite a chatterbox.
-Dad. -Yes?
Even I want to go to an English school.
Why? Isn't your school good?
It is. But even I want to learn to speak English.
This, that, brother, sister.
Dad, please. I want to go to Dara's school.
Let it go, Saadiq.
Study all you want.
Besides, what life teaches you, no school can. Right?
-Here, Mom. -Yes.
-Sleep. -Go to sleep, son.
Alright, Dad.
Is Saadiq's request troubling you?
How do I send them all to an English school
on a salary of 54 rupees?
Pir Baba foretold that Dara has a sharp mind…
and he will grow up to be an influential man.
We're following his guidance. So, all will be fine. Right?
But how do we explain that to Saadiq?
What Pir Baba said and why.
In time…
he will understand.
Don't overthink it, Ismail.
Come on, it's late. Let's go to bed.
You go ahead. I'll be right there.
-Be careful. -Don't think so much.
Hurry up and unload the goods.
You seem to be in a hurry, Srivastav.
Am I audible?
Need to see the warrant?
-No, go ahead. -Are you sure?
Everyone, stop what you're doing. Move behind.
Check everything. Out of the way.
Hey, stop!
Put it down.
No one will touch anything.
Yunis, check these.
-Open it. -See for yourself, sir.
Ahmed?
Yunis?
Ahmed… what are these fishing boats doing so close to shore?
Fishing in shallow waters?
Ismail Kadri, son of a bitch!
That worthless policeman has the balls to seize our goods!
We must wipe out his entire fucking family, Haji.
Either you do it, or I fucking will.
Khuda Hafiz!
Great job, guys. Well done!
It's all because of you, sir.
Ismail, sometimes one should take the credit.
Thank you, sir.
But Haji isn't going to keep mum.
Even we're ready to face him.
So, go, celebrate.
-But be ready for the next one. -Yes, sir.
Mom, I'm starving. Give me something to eat.
Get some rice from Abbas' store.
Tell him to put it on the account.
Mom, I'm exhausted. I'll go later.
Please, Dara.
Dara…
What happened, Mom?
Call Dad.
Tell him I need to go to the hospital immediately.
Go!
Okay, Mom.
Stop. What do you think you're doing? Do you think it's free?
-Just one call, please. -Really?
First, show me the money.
I don't have money right now. I'll pay later.
Mom needs to be taken to the hospital. I need to speak to my father.
Hey! Don't take Darius for a fool. Get out of here!
You guys stole from my wallet, didn't you?
Scoot, you swine!
I'll remember this.
Wasim, get him out of here!
-Out you go! -Out!
The little rascal is threatening Darius.
Dara.
Aunt Meher, Mom is…
What happened?
Sakina!
Look who's here.
Who's arrived?
Who's this?
-Careful. -Hello there.
-Who is this little one? -It's a girl.
A girl? She's my girl!
She's angry because you got here late.
She isn't angry. Look, she's smiling.
Right?
She's stubborn. She's ours, after all.
Madam, my name is Ismail Kadri.
And I'm your dad.
Mr. Kadri!
What are you all doing there?
Come and meet your sister.
I don't want a sister. I want a brother.
Come here.
Come and meet her. Isn't she a doll?
Just look at her!
Look at her.
Isn't she gorgeous?
Careful, Dara.
Wow, Dara!
She'll call you "Bhai-Jaan."
No. Just "Bhai."
Have you thought of a name?
Habiba.
Habiba!
Careful. She's very delicate.
Is that so?
Ismail Kadri's daughter can't be delicate.
Tell her, "Mom, I was born…
and Dad had his first win against Haji."
-Isn't that right? -Mashallah!
I'll check. It must be the kids.
-Where did they go? -To play at Nasir's.
Ismail!
What a beautiful name.
Habiba.