Mrs. Gandhi, how tense is the situation on your frontiers with Pakistan?
It's very serious indeed.
India was at war with Pakistan in 1971.
Although millions suffered displacement and extreme poverty…
Haji and Pathan's smuggling business was booming.
But it is Allah's way. The Devil must eventually bow.
-An Emergency was imposed in 1975. -Attention, citizens!
The President has declared an Emergency.
However, some good came out of it.
There was a wind of change in the police force.
We thought this would clean up the crimes in the city,
and the person driving this change was Asst. Commissioner Malik.
What do you mean you've got orders?
Can't you do anything?
I can't do anything, Haji.
The situation in the country is chaotic.
Those not cooperating are being arrested.
We've received direct orders from the Prime Minister's office.
Things are beyond us now.
What's the problem, Haji?
What did the minister say?
It's all over.
How the hell did you get in here?
From the front door.
It was open.
-Arrest them. -Do you have a warrant?
Will you be able to read it, asshole?
-Son of a-- -Anna.
It's known as Preventive Custody.
I don't need a warrant for it.
Get it? Or not?
-Malik, we're cooperating with you-- -Watch your tone, or else--
Pathan.
Listen to what Haji says.
Come on, let's go. Get into the vehicle.
He seems to have spent a lot on this house.
Impressive! Let's go.
Mailk used the Emergency to imprison the three crime lords.
When there's a drought in the jungle,
hunger takes the king, the lion, first.
Scavengers, hyenas who can endure hunger, survive.
Their endurance acts as an advantage.
Reigns change.
And as predicted by the Pir Baba,
Dara would rule like a king.
Then she got off him and suddenly started crying.
Our boy got worried.
Did she get hurt?
-Then what did she say? -Nothing, really. Between sobs, she said…
"You remind me of my dad!"
He must've shat his pants!
-What was the outcome? -They still fuck.
Even today, whenever they do it, she moans, "Dad, please."
Dad, yes!
The next time they tried…
-Dara! -he couldn't get it up. Asshole!
If I pass with distinction,
Dad will buy me a Rado.
What's a Rado?
You'll fail, fucker.
Why say that, Saadiq?
How much is it for?
At least 5000 rupees.
Why?
I want it.
What?
You want to wear a Rado watch?
Who said anything about wearing it?
So?
I'll show you.
Let's get the other boys.
Want another glass of sugarcane juice?
No, do you want my sugarcane instead?
-Let me have another. -I think he might enjoy that more.
-No wonder he's known as Romeo! -Shut up!
Stop kidding around.
Let's get to business.
-What an idiot! -Messed up all my papers.
-Move! Step on it. -My necklace!
Catch him! Thief!
My necklace! What are you doing?
Bloody thief! My necklace!
-Get out of my way! Let me through. -Yes, go!
Six grand for the jewelry.
Five big G's for the Rado.
Each one gets a grand.
What will we do with the watch?
Sir, it's an original Rado.
Single piece.
What's the last you'll pay for it?
I'll give it to you for 5,000.
It's too much.
I can't afford it. I'm off.
Original Rado! Everyone sells it for 5,000. But I'll sell it for 2,500.
An original Rado. Bought for 5,000. But I'm selling it for 2,500 only.
I'm desperate.
You won't get it cheaper anywhere else. Check if you wish.
With whom do I check?
I mean… I'm not interested.
-Have a look. -Not interested.
-Check it. -I don't want it.
Your loss.
Is it an original Rado?
Of course.
-Do you want to sell? -Yes.
-Show it to me. -Please come, sir.
Follow me, sir.
Here… sir.
Show me the watch.
Is it a knockoff?
Have you stolen it?
Sir, the bill.
I come from a good family.
We're a little cash-strapped, or I wouldn't…
Fine.
How much?
Sir, 2500.
I'll give you 1500.
Take it or leave it.
Sir, okay.
Sir, 2000.
Only for you.
Just 2,000 rupees.
I'll take it.
Listen up.
I've found a customer for your watch.
He agreed to buy it for 2,500. Should I confirm it?
I've already made a deal with this gentleman.
Sir…
Here you go.
Thank you. This is for you, sir.
You're a good man.
You kept your word.
-Thank you. -Thank you, sir.
Goodman, my ass.
Here.
Bastard, what did you do?
Nasir, couldn't you say one line correctly?
I'll do a better job next time.
Saadiq will play the customer next time.
You need to be an asshole to pull this off. Look at Saadiq!
But I'm an asshole.
You're too adorable, fucker.
-Such a pretty one. -Shut up.
-Are you taking me off the team, Dara? -Who said that?
You can't play customer though.
Next time you spot that customer, run for your life.
Boys, our next target awaits.
Let's go.
Rado mustn't have done as much business as we've done with just a single watch.
Remember, money is like a woman.
Respect her, and she will remain with you.
If not, she'll leave you high and dry.
What a line!
You have a goddamn way with words. I enjoy it thoroughly.
If I may present a couplet to you, in return.
-In your honor. Please, allow me. -Go on.
-Your words are a beautiful feeling. -What a beautiful start!
Your words are a beautiful feeling.
But who knows why…
my ass is dripping blood!
-Way to go! -Asshole, is that a couplet?
What's with all the noise?
What are you up to?
I can hear you at the far end of the lane.
Leave us alone and study.
Oh, such concern, Brother?
Hey, Habiba! Don't act too smart.
Shut up, asshole.
What do you want?
My share.
We take all the risk,
and she wants her share.
A fee for not ratting you out. Get it?
My dad used to be a policeman.
If I tell him, you will be rogered.
I'm petrified of her dad.
I'm shitting bricks.
He'll whip the skin off your bones.
Let's give her her share.
Wait. Let me give it to you.
-Say, how much? -Five.
Ten.
Please make us some tea.
Five more, then.
Really now? Getting greedy?
Make us some tea!
Congratulations! Alright?
-Let me know once you fix a date. -Inshallah.
-It's an auspicious time for weddings. -Inshallah.
Ismail, I need a minute.
-We'll speak later. -Yes.
Yes. Okay.
-Salaam. -Walaikum assalam.
-Is everything okay? -All thanks to Allah.
I wanted to discuss something important.
I'm listening.
I wanted to speak to both Sakina and you together.
Join us for dinner this evening.
Perfect. I'll see you tonight.
Will Dara and your other sons be home, too?
It'll be best if they're there.
Most likely… perhaps.
-Excellent! Khuda Hafiz. -Khuda Hafiz
Inviting him for dinner was a good idea,
but what does he want to discuss?
He mentioned Dara specifically.
He must've done something.
Anyway, your son is gaining fame.
Shall we make the Maulvi's favorite mutton mince?
What?
The last time he licked the vessel clean.
Go for your bath, Ismail. Habiba, follow me.
Inside.
Why does he always demean brother?
He is his father. And he has every right.
-If Dara does wrong, he will correct him. -What wrong did Dara do?
Habiba, shut up.
Listen to me.
The Maulvi is coming for dinner. Help me prepare for it.
Stop arguing every time. I'll be right back.
I prayed this afternoon at the cemetery…
-because-- -Here you go.
Thank you, my child.
Mashallah, she's grown up now.
Oh, it's a sherbet.
Ismail, you know Mustafa Baig, don't you?
The owner of the Baig store.
He has a son, Atif.
He's a good kid.
What did Dara do?
Has someone complained about Dara?
Dara… what are you saying?
You misunderstand me.
They wanted me to ask for Habiba's hand in marriage for Atif.
Are you done?
What?
The glass.
Sure.
What did they say?
Who?
I'll be right back.
What does… Atif do?
Such a good aroma is wafting from the kitchen.
Is it Sakina's famous mutton mince?
Great!
Habiba, what's wrong with you?
Tell him to leave.
Softly. Why should he leave?
-Why didn't you say no to him? -Why should I?
It's such a good proposal.
Come and serve the dinner. I want no arguments.
Set the plates.
Habiba is a smart girl.
-I'll see you at the mosque. -Of course. For the morning namaz.
-Assalamu alaikum, Maulvi. -Walaikum assalam.
I'm glad I met you, too. There's something important I need you to do.
-What is it? -The mosque requires some work.
It'll be very helpful if you collect some funds.
Maulvi, we're very busy. It seems tough--
-It'll be done. Don't worry. -Excellent! I'll take your leave.
Let me drop you till the gates of Heaven.
What do you mean?
-You're going to the mosque, right? -Yes.
-For the evening prayers. -Right.
No, no. I've just had a scrumptious meal at your house.
Ismail has even packed some for breakfast.
I've eaten too much. I need to walk it off.
-Please remember the mosque restoration. -Of course.
Ismail, see you later.
I got all my work done today.
Coming home for dinner or gallivanting somewhere?
We'll be right up.
This mosque work is too boring, Brother.
It's Allah's work.
You'll earn some goodwill.
Old bag, we're raising money for the mosque.
What donation? There's no business. Where do I get money to donate?
It's time for you to go to Allah.
And you don't want to contribute to restoring His house?
Your last rites will be performed in this mosque.
Cooperate willingly,
or I'll arrange for your last rites.
Do you know Shabnam?
He knows her mother very well.
Let's go.
Imran, donation time!
What do you want?
A donation.
For what?
Renovation of the mosque.
Who said so?
We don't want anything.
Why not?
We're collecting from everyone.
I told you once.
-Let them be. We were-- -Why did you come here?
To buy.
Really?
And what do you want to buy?
That thing.
-Soap? -Right.
And?
And… that.
-Talcum powder. -Exactly.
Right.
-Okay. Do you also want hair oil? -Mom wanted a bottle.
-Oil. -Rose or Jasmine?
-Rose. -Rose.
Anything else?
And…
our--
And our what?
Well…
Pari…
That'll be 21.75 rupees.
What are you staring at the bill for?
-Do you want the stuff or not? -We don't.
Of course, we'll buy it.
Saadiq, give me the cash.
It is 21.75 rupees.
Ajju, take the stuff.
Hey…
anything else?
No.
I've given the dough from the donation box.
You'll have to put it back.
Lust has led to a loss.
His brain doesn't work when he gets a hard-on.
Let's get the brain cells working again. What's the bottle of oil for?
-And what about the soap? -Shut the fuck up.
-Yes. Half a kilo. -This one?
-Anything else? -Half kilo rice.
Yes.
Assalamu alaikum, Ismail.
-Walaikum assalam. -Assalamu alaikum.
-Walaikum assalam. -I met Mr. Baig.
Regarding Habiba's proposal.
They wanted to meet her.
-We'll fix a meeting in a couple of days. -Great.
Saadiq.
Why two bundles?
One for the Maulvi and the other?
For the mosque?
For us!
What a great idea, Dara!
Look, the Maulvi is right here.
Dad's with him.
It's perfect.
Let's make Allah's work count.
Maulvi!
It's Dara.
Wow!
You look extra handsome today.
Dara, your sense of humor…
All thanks to Allah.
Here. The donation money.
Such a large amount?
Mashallah!
Your kids have done a noble deed.
-We're always ready for Allah's work. -True.
But some people don't believe us.
You have such sincere kids. Mashallah.
May Allah grant you riches.
May you do very well in life.
-Ismail, about what I mentioned earlier… -Of course.
-Of course. Khuda Hafiz. -Khuda Hafiz.
Well done, my child.
You've collected to restore Allah's home. He's going to be very happy with you.
Look for a bride.
Where did you manage such a large sum from?
-I didn't even know you were collecting. -Sakina, let's go.
Yes. Don't be late for dinner.
Ismail, did you hear what the maulvi said? Our kids did a noble deed.
I'm so proud of them.
They've grown up. They managed such a large donation.
Dude, this "mosque restoration" trick won't work every time.
He's right.
We have only one mosque.
How many times will we restore it?
There are other ways.
What are you thinking?
Fear.
We'll extort people.
And offer protection in return.
From whom?
From us.
Will we extort money from Pari as well?
Right?!
No. We'll replenish her store with the extortion money.
Forget it. We'll put up our own store.
But Pari won't be there.
To express love with a bar of soap is a joy of another kind.
What do you say, Saadiq?
What will we do about Hamid?
Who's that?
Bilawal's nephew.
This area is allotted to him to collect extortion money.
Really?
Let's go.
You boys are finally back.
Very well done, my boys.
I've made something special today. Freshen up quickly.
-Habiba! Come for dinner. -Get it.
She won't come.
Why not?
Ever since the maulvi brought the proposal, she's been annoyed.
A little birdie tells me you're going to be married.
I've also heard that the boy is very good-looking.
Apparently, he earns a pretty penny too.
-And-- -Did you make a quick buck on the mosque?
What rubbish!
I know the truth.
I came to cheer you. Why are you irritating me?
I'm fine.
The would-be-idiot groom is in for a surprise.
Just watch!
Your to-be beau.
What are you going to do to him?
-Spill. -Leave.
-Please. -Go and stuff your face.
Planning on getting him killed?
Tell me now.
-Go away! -Come to eat.
-I'm starving. Hurry up. -I won't.
Now!
Move aside!
Did you just touch me?
Try this again, dickhead, and I'll break both your hands.
You won't be able to eat or wipe your ass.
Understood?
Now, get lost!
Asshole.
You're a gangster outside.
But you don't have the gall to stop your own marriage.
Why should I say no?
He'll do that.
How?
What are you staring at?
Are you checking him out for your daughter?
Cough it up.
Give us our cut for the week.
If two groups take money from me, what will I make?
Who else is asking you for it?
Dara.
-He collected just yesterday. -Who's Dara?
Does anyone know a Dara?
No idea.
Ismail Kadri's son.
That asshole!
How dare he? That motherfucker!
When did the fucker move up from donations?
Bastard, take out the money. I'll set Dara right.
And listen, baldie.
If you give Dara money,
you'll be hanging dry here. Get it?
There's no point threatening him.
Let's set Dara straight.
I'll bury him and be back.
Get the cash ready.
Let's go.
Hello, Habiba ma'am.
Myself, Atif.
-Hello, Habiba. Myself, Atif. -Why are you dragging me?
-I'm getting late for work. -It'll be quick.
Where is he?
That guy?
Have a seat.
Hello!
What will you have?
-Tea? -Sure.
Sir.
Yes?
Three cups of tea.
-Okay, sir. -Anything to eat?
-Do you feel like it? -No.
The food is good here.
-Just the tea. -Sure, sir.
Won't you say hello?
Hello!
To Pari.
Hello, Pari ma'am.
Hello!
-Ma'am? Such respect? -Of course.
When you harassed her, where was the respect?
What?
Why did you do it?
-What did I do? -You eve-teased her!
What?
Me?
I never did. I wouldn't dream of it.
You did. You touched me inappropriately!
Don't worry, Pari. You're not alone.
Tell the world what Atif did to you. Say it.
-He teased me! -I didn't.
-He's an eve-teaser! -I'm not.
Right in the middle of the bazaar!
Habiba ma'am, there seems to be a misunderstanding.
-I've never even met the lady before. -Apologize.
-I'm-- -Shut up, asshole!
Heard her?
When she tells the world her story,
will they believe a helpless woman or a rotten fuck-face like you?
-Helpless woman! -That's right, you fucker!
Now you understand?
You know my dad was a policeman, right?
He'll lay you on a slab of ice and flog you.
Naked.
-Do you want that? -No way.
Go straight home and tell your parents that you don't want to marry me.
-As you say. -The reason being?
-You've changed your mind, not me. -Yes, I've changed my mind.
-You did! -I did.
You don't want to marry me. That's exactly what you will say!
-I don't want to get married. -Get lost!
Pay for the tea.
-Please don't say anything to anyone. -Should she tell everyone?
-No. -Then, leave.
Asshole!
Poor guy! He seemed like a good guy.
Feel free to marry him.
I would've if he had a mustache.
Really?
-How's business, oldie? -You're back?
I don't have any money to give you.
Hamid won't spare me.
He forbade me from giving you anything.
I'm here.
He can't touch you.
But…
Pea-brain, give me all the cash you've collected.
-Is it your pop's cash? -Hey!
It's my uncle's money.
Bilawal Pathan. Get it? Hand it over.
Saadiq, give him the notes which have his uncle's pretty face on them.
Bastard!
Get him!
Stay within your limits, fucker!
-Let's getaway! -Catch him!
Don't let him go.
All of you will pay us from now on!
Use more strength.
Malik raided the Chembur godown.
He's seized the gold, and the boys have been taken to the police station.
Get them out.
It's beyond me.
Malik is in charge.
-It's tough for Yunis, too. -Off me!
Do something about Malik!
This won't do.
And what have we hired you for?
To enjoy the comforts?
He's always the bearer of bad news.
He can't do anything right.
Throw him over! Yes, that's right. Come on.
Stop right there. Just a minute.
What happened?
Who beat you up?
Who did this?
Ask him.
What?
Why should we ask him?
Tell us clearly.
-He's put his sons to work against us. -What?
-What are you barking at? -Don't take us for fools, fucker!
Uncle, his son Dara is extorting in our area.
I told him not to and that it was Uncle Bilawal's area.
He said that your area is limited to the arena.
"You should stay within limits.
Come here, and I'll shave you bald and send you back on an ass."
That's what he said to me.
Motherfucker!
Did Dara beat you up?
Yes! They're flexing their muscle.
Uncle.
Something has to be done
if we don't do anything,
they'll take everything away.
Look at how they've bashed us, black and blue.
I knew that Haji's decision to hire you was wrong.
You and your bastard son
will extort in my area?
Parade me on an ass?
Watch your mouth, Bilawal.
I didn't know of this.
Now you do.
Go home.
And prepare for Dara's funeral.
Bilawal, why are you accusing him? He said he had nothing to do with it.
-His son did it. -Shut up!
Shove your opinion up your ass!
Or I'll blow out your brains.
Get back to work.
Wrestle!
Shitholes took a beating!
Continue.
Hey! Fix them up.
He must have given some reason.
He says that he doesn't want to get married right now.
I don't know what's gotten into him, all of a sudden.
Sakina, he was shopping for the wedding two days ago.
And now…
I don't understand.
I can't--
I'm sorry, my child.
Kids these days…
I'm sorry.
-I'll make you some tea. -No.
I can't… not anymore.
-You're right. -Habiba…
make some tea.
Sakina, I'll take your leave. Khuda Hafiz.
-Please have a cup-- -No, thank you.
Khuda Hafiz.
Allah Hafiz.
-Salaam alaikum. -Walaikum assalam.
Allah Hafiz.
Ismail, she was Atif's mother.
Atif doesn't want to get married anymore.
I know why.
Why?
Who will marry a goon's sister?
-What did you say? -Your son is a goon.
He extorts people and picks fights.
He thrashed Bilawal's nephew so badly and humiliated me in front of--
That Bilawal spoke down to me!
He insulted me.
What does Dara think of himself? Do you think Bilawal will let it go?
He told me to prepare for his funeral. Should I?
Haji talks respectfully to me. This asshole has the gall…
What choice do I have but to listen?
I am a goon's father. A father after all!
Your brother extorts…
Did you know about it?
You didn't call me.
It wasn't a party.
I wanted to help.
You're an educated man.
Don't get involved in this shit show.
There's no end to it.
Brother!
What did you do?
Did you beat up Bilawal's nephews?
-He was-- -He insulted Dad in front of everyone.
He asked Dad to prepare for your funeral.
-Bastard! -Dara!
Abdullah, find him.
First, break his legs.
So that he can't run away.
Next, his hands.
Break his spine. Don't spare anything!
And when you are done with the bones,
crack open that fucker's head.
You will do that.
Let's go.
No one will make a move until I say so.
Run, fuckers!
How dare you insult my father?
Get him! Don't let him go.
Don't let that fucker go!
You bastard!
Motherfucker!
Asshole!
He's running away. Get him.
Where are you going?
Stop! Where the fuck are you running?
Fuck off, bastards!
What now?
From this day on, no one in Bombay will ever insult you, Dad.
This fire that you've started…
is hellfire.
It's going to burn all of us to ashes.
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