That motherfucker!
He hasn't just attacked me,
but he's spat on your faces, as well.
He's a dead man!
Why the fuck were you jacking off for so long?
You call yourself a Pathan…
and now you're whining like a sissy, bastard!
Dara has grown up.
I'll chop him to size, Haji.
A small-time goon has threatened to topple the mighty Pathans.
Cut him up into pieces and dump him!
Haji, we need to show him his place.
Or he'll turn into a bigger menace.
Dara is a fool.
He doesn't realize what he's doing.
I said I'd talk to him.
Please forgive him, Haji.
Forgive him?
No one fucks with us and gets away!
-The rules of the business-- -I know the rules.
I will talk to him.
He will listen to me, Haji.
-He's our kid. -You have many kids.
Make him the lesson your other kids learn.
The others will toe the line.
Haji!
He should apologize to us.
If he comes here…
I'll kill him.
Bilawal!
Shut the fuck up!
I'm giving him a chance because you asked.
If he agrees to apologize, it's all well and good.
If not, you can read his final prayers.
-Don’t make matters worse. -We won't apologize, Dad. That's final!
Why not?
If I wasn't important to Haji you boys would be long dead.
He humiliated you, Dad!
That's my fucking problem!
Not your concern!
And your actions are bringing me respect?!
Who the fuck do you all think you are?!
Gangsters of Bombay?!
They'll crush you to dust.
We won't apologize.
We'll come and apologize, Dad.
What the fuck, Dara?
Saadiq, just shut up!
Haji, Pathan, and Anna were in jail, so the Pathan gang was lying low.
We are on the watch now that they're out.
What about this Dara?
There's nothing we can charge him with.
Rumors are that he's extorting too.
Yes, sir. Petty amounts.
But no evidence to substantiate it.
He's taking on the Pathan gang.
They'll eliminate him.
We won't have to do anything.
If a gang war breaks out…
it will get really difficult for us.
It will be easy for us, sir.
They'll fight among themselves.
However,
there's little chance of a gang war.
Dara doesn't have the men to stand against the Pathans.
Okay.
Let's hope you're right.
Keep me posted.
Yes, sir.
-Sir! -Good day.
Salaam alaikum, Haji.
-Walaikum Assalam. -We don't greet motherfuckers like you.
You know what you've done, right?
Why?
These dickfaces humiliated my father.
How dare he abuse me! And you're listening to--
What would you have done if you were in my place?
I'd strip him stark naked on the streets.
I only torched the arena.
And what did you do to Hamid?
Kid, use your fire for the business.
But keep the flame in check, or you'll burn with it.
It's your first mistake, so I forgive you.
But, on a condition.
Join us.
And work under Bilawal.
Agreed.
I accept, Haji.
Abdullah, get him started.
Yes, sir.
Let bygones be bygones.
Hug it out.
As any father would, I wanted to save my children.
This is the price I had to pay for my sins.
I paved the path to their destruction.
I made a compromise many years ago, Haji.
Hoping that my kids can stay away from the grime of crime.
But the Devil has struck my home again.
I can't bear to see Dara…
being dragged into this filth.
I understand, Ismail.
I free you from today onward.
Are you all right, Ismail?
Allah is punishing us for our sins.
What?
Both father and son can't work in crime.
What are you saying?
I have quit working for Haji.
So…
Now only Dara works for him.
Allah is the greatest!
Nasir!
I'll be right there!
Hurry up!
He must've jerked off all night.
Hey, listen.
This lover boy returned in a jiffy from the brothel.
-Were you spying on me? -You've seen his dick?
-Many times. -How's it?
He has a little one.
Balls!
Asshole!
-Here he is. Let's go. -Check this out!
Rado!
Bloody hell!
I passed, first class!
In so many years, you've just passed first grade?
Illiterate fuck!
First class means passed with flying colors.
Well done!
Shall we go?
Where to?
Let's go scam a few people.
We've moved to bigger games, Nasir.
What do you mean?
I mean…
We have to go.
Congratulations!
Even I'll come along.
-Where? -With you guys.
Nasir, there are two kinds of people in this world.
One who earns their living honestly.
And swindlers like us, who are up to no good.
You're an honest guy.
Make your parents proud.
Our father is any way in a permanent state of trauma.
Danger!
Let's go!
Nothing's making sense.
So, drink a little less.
It's not that.
We screwed Pathan.
In return, Haji rewards us.
I don't get it.
He's got a point.
Why did they take us in?
They could've gotten rid of us.
They can't.
We're diamonds in the rough getting polished.
-Agree? -Hundred percent.
Good.
Haji knows we're valuable.
Well said, Dara!
You can put Ghalib to shame with your analogies.
Fuck off!
Give me a hand.
Do you like it rough or polished and smooth?
Come, let me show you.
These need to reach Mr. Dubey at the docks.
Get your ass out!
Son of a whore!
He's right here, under my nose!
And I can't touch him.
Just because of Haji.
Motherfucker!
Patience is a virtue, Bilawal.
Take a puff. It'll calm you down.
The opportunity will present itself very soon.
Pathan, what's the plan?
Anna,
do you enjoy kebabs?
I sure do.
I'll serve you a special "Dara kebab" very soon.
How does that sound?
Inshallah!
Bachchan's a true-blue hero in the film.
He fires bullets and loots the rich.
And then he becomes a Don.
Godfather of the city.
Dara, don't let the heroism go to your head.
We work for the villain.
Look, his flunkeys are here.
Do you think you get paid for bumming around?
Want to earn some? Sit here.
Will you whore out your ass to pay for this tea?
-Do you want his? -No!
-Me neither. -Fucking swine!
Have you forgotten the last beating?
Get a pair of scissors. These two are yet to be circumcised.
-What did you say, motherfucker? -So what?
-Dara! -So?
Would you like one?
No, thank you!
My throat goes for a toss if I change brands.
You're a good kid, Dara.
Anger doesn't cloud your judgment.
That's a very good trait.
It's the nature of water…
to be angry at the shore
and tranquil in the deep seas.
Do you know why?
Waves are filled with rage.
But a wave merely breaks on the shore.
True strength lies in the sea.
When the sea is infuriated,
it unleashes a tidal wave that devours the city.
And it entirely changes the way it looks!
The city must always fear the wrath of the sea.
Or it must perish.
Stay afloat, and you will swim far.
Nasir, get in here!
-Yes, sir. -Where is the Haji Maqbool's story?
I had a problem with the article.
I wanted to discuss it with you.
Tell me.
The headline made Haji look like a hero.
That's the truth.
I agree that he creates employment.
But they're to carry out his illicit businesses.
Looks like you know more than me.
Why don't you educate me?
I'll print it.
Any more wise words?
Just do as you're told.
-Mom, what's for dinner? -See for yourself.
-Peas? -Wash your hands first.
-Mutton mince and peas! -Don't touch it.
Don't finish the peas.
Put it down!
I don't need this, Dara.
Ajju… Habiba, go lay out the dinner.
The food is ready in the kitchen.
They can help themselves.
-Ajju, let go! -Get off your ass and lay the table.
Mom, let's find other marriage prospects for her.
Try. She'll talk her way out of that, as well.
Auntie?
-Nasir? -Salaam alaikum, auntie!
-Walaikum Assalam, how have you been? -All is well. How are you?
-Where have you disappeared? -I have some news to give you.
-What is it? -Sit first.
Tell me.
-What? -Here's the invite.
I'm getting married.
What?
Mashallah! You're getting married?
To whom?
Uncle Faizy, who owns the furniture store…
You're marrying that old man?
Stop interrupting him.
I'm marrying his daughter, Nasreen.
Nasreen! Wow, that's wonderful.
-Mashallah! You've chosen very well. -She's good.
-Hang on! -She was Altaf's girlfriend.
-What?! -Is it a love marriage?
The one with a mole on her back…
-Answer me! -Watch out!
Nasir!
A little sweet on the good news.
-When is the auspicious day? -Uncle is here.
-Ismail, look who's here. -Hand me the card.
-Uncle, salaam alaikum. -Walaikum Assalam!
I'm getting married.
He's marrying Nasreen.
Congratulations!
Uncle, please do come.
To ruin it for everyone.
Ajju!
What?
I'll make sure he attends.
You must join us for dinner.
-Lay the table. -No, Auntie--
-No, auntie. I have… -I won't take no for an answer.
I've said what I had to.
I'll be right back. Don't disappear.
Sneaky rascal, why didn't you say anything?
Did your father agree?
When do the ceremonies begin?
I'll be naming your first child.
Let him bone his wife first.
What's the hurry to get married?
Have you knocked her up already?
Is the suit ready?
Shave those pubes!
Do you know how to restring a pajama…
-I'm leaving! -You're not going anywhere.
-I need to distribute the invites. -You stay!
What's the hurry?!
I have to leave.
Cool, I'll see you out.
What's bothering you?
How did you guess?
-I know you inside out, my love! -Get off me!
Tell me!
I feel very bad.
About what?
We don't hang out anymore.
You don't even come home.
I'm done with all that shit.
So, I'm shit to you?
You've become too big, is it?
I'm getting there.
Don't fuck with me!
Let's go!
Why don't you take me along?
It's a dirty business.
You have a respectable job. Why get your hands dirty?
My job is not entirely clean either.
That twit of an editor of mine is a sell-out.
Haji has bought him.
He writes about Haji like he's a messiah.
So what?
Do you think I am of no use to you?
I'll write an article about you.
I'll make you a hero in this country.
-Are you serious? -Hell yeah!
What will you say?
I've thought of a headline.
"Bombay's underworld gets a new Godfather."
Dara Ismail.
-Haji's ass will be on fire. -Stupid fucker!
Concentrate on your wedding preparations.
Don't get into any trouble!
I worry for you.
Don't!
-I'm too smart for death. -I know.
Anyway, a woman has come between us now.
Impossible!
Everyone says that first. But then, you will hide behind her sari.
-Won't you do the same? -No chance!
Why is that?
Pari wears a frock, that's why.
Don't be so overconfident, or you'll never get inside her frock.
If the builder didn't pay up, why is he still alive?
Why come crying that he didn't pay up?
Dumbfucks!
You should've told me if you can't do the job.
I would've sent real men.
Go, sit in a corner, and whimper.
Get out, good-for-nothing dimwit. Fucking lowlife!
What are you staring at?
Get back to work.
Bilawal's a fucking street dog!
And you…
are a fancy Mercedes.
Let him bark and chase the car.
Dara, you are something else.
Inshallah!
The whole city will say that soon.
And your father?
What will he say?
I've worked alongside him for 15 years.
He's a good man.
What's he doing these days?
Teaching kids to walk the path of righteousness.
Quite the opposite of the life he's lived.
Whatever you say, they are our parents, after all.
My mother's the same.
She wishes desperately to go for Hajj.
But not with my money.
She still washes and cleans at other people's houses.
He's here.
He was inquiring about the payment.
-What should I do? -Tell him we'll pay in a few days.
-Okay, sir. -Don't worry about it.
Okay, sir.
Oh, more goons to scare me.
But it's not working.
Bilawal is livid.
I think you should pay up.
I'd rather pay some bodyguards
instead of you guys.
What then?
You've built a tall building, Mr. Mehra.
Go ahead, hire those bodyguards.
They can carry your body.
Heard of Kennedy?
John F. Kennedy?
He had many bodyguards.
A random shithead shot him.
Think about it.
Mazhar, keep that down!
Careful!
Move it, Ashfaque!
Hey, dumbfuck!
Is this your first job?
Don't you know where it's supposed to be kept?
He'd much rather keep it on his dick.
Enjoy playing with dicks?
I'd love to pluck dicks off, as well. Would you like that?
You're making a lot of noise!
He's thirsting for your cock. Give it to him.
I'll give you a taste.
Hey!
What's going on here?
Your stepfather's calling.
Tell your brothers…
that this needs to be handed over at the dock
to Customs Officer Mr. Dubey at 1:00 a.m.
Get going!
I'm no one's slave.
Tell your flunkeys to do it.
But your father was my slave.
He will fill in the details about our torrid romance.
Move your ass back to work!
Let's go, Ashfaque!
I'll hang that fucker Bilawal someday.
We will all get in on that.
It's already 11:00 p.m. Where are Dara and Saadiq?
Why bother them with such a nonsensical job?
We will manage, Ajju.
Let's fucking do it!
Dara, Saadiq! There's a massive problem.
Ajju's in trouble.
-What happened? -Ajju's in trouble. Hurry!
Your brother made a grave blunder.
He handed over the money
to the wrong customs officer.
They've confiscated all of Haji's contraband.
And they'll arrest me on corruption charges.
I'll lose my job!
To top it all, these dumbasses beat them.
Five customs officers go by the same name, Dubey.
I got confused.
Why did you send this idiot?
How can we shut them up?
Double or nothing.
Or Haji…
We're fucked!
What will we do?
-Should we risk telling Haji? -Bad idea!
It'll make matters worse.
We have builder Mehra's money from the morning.
Are you out of your mind?
If Haji or Pathan find out…
-We'll manage that later. -No, man!
Let's use that money right now…
and resolve this problem.
If Haji hears of this…
What were you thinking, assholes?
Speak!
Why go fuck around…
when you don't have what it takes?
Please forgive us, Saadiq!
Shut up!
-Brother… -Shut up!
-Brother, please…
Fucking idiot!
Not a word about this to anyone.
-We'll recover it with interest. -You bet--
-Fucking swine! -Bilawal, let him go!
Leave him! What did he do?
Ask him!
Haji, what happened?
Haji, what did he do?
He gave Mehra's payout to Mr. Dubey.
To save his dumbass brother.
Did you think we're dumbfucks? We wouldn't find out?
Ungrateful dickhead!
Dare to double-cross us?
Beat him…
until he begs to be killed.
Bilawal!
Abdullah!
Abdullah?
Abdullah!
A kid should grow up to fill his father's shoes.
Not fuck with his mother.
We made a huge mistake!
We'd paid everyone off…
but still, those customs officers fucked us over.
Really?
You're going to blame the officers?
Who else?
What's so funny?
Have you gone mad?
Do you know how royally screwed we are?
Hard times lead to opportunities, Saadiq…
Nasir!
Will you print a story?
-Dara, this is wrong. -Quiet!
Give Haji my message…
Dara took a lot of beating.
Now it's Dara's turn.
Dara declared war against Haji to take control over Bombay.
But there was a price to be paid to be a ruler.
DARA ISMAIL, THE NEW UNCROWNED KING OF BOMBAY
Destruction!
Sakina?
Look at your son's laurels!
-Allah! Dara is in the papers. -Yes.
They're making us proud. You need to read this.
"The new Godfather of Bombay…
Dara Ismail Kadri."
Ismail?
-What now? -No guesses.
He has replaced Haji.
Let's enjoy!
Let's celebrate!
Ismail, but…
Habiba!
Do you know where your brothers are?
No, they haven't said anything to me.
Where are you going?
To college.
Dad is taking out his frustration on Mom.
He's always frustrated.
That's not true.
It is!
He's our father, after all.
-Dad… -You lied to me to protect them?
-No. -These goons!
Dad, we were…
You're the eldest.
-Why did you let him do it? -I didn't do anything
-Why? -It was me.
I told him.
Meet Bombay's uncrowned Godfather. Right?
Look at his face!
Haji will behead you!
Where will you wear that fucking crown?
Come with me. Right now!
Ajju, do you need a separate invitation?
Move it!
These are the boys who looted Haji.
I've surrendered the stolen truck to Yunis. Arrest them!
Give them a good thrashing!
-Mr. Kadri. -Yes.
-Please have a seat. -Yes.
Have some water.
Hold them in custody, sir.
I am their father. I know them. They're lawbreakers.
Lock them up!
-Let me handle it. -Okay.
You're the infamous Dara?
Getting too big for your boots?
You deserve to be stripped naked and flogged on a slab of ice.
But I respect your father a lot.
He's been a senior officer in this department.
-Sir, but-- -This is your first and final warning!
Should there be a next time,
I'll skin you alive!
Let's go, Yunis.
Sir?
I couldn't understand Malik's decision at the time.
He wasn't doing me a favor.
It was his ulterior motive.
Didn't I warn you, Haji?
This guy will take a piss on us.
And he did just that.
How dare he steal from us!
That asshole, Nasir, is Dara's childhood buddy.
His best friend!
This is his doing.
-Let's kidnap him. -And how will that help?
We want Dara, not Nasir.
Get Yasir and Arif here from Gujarat.
The time has come.
Why did that fucker, Malik, let us go?
He wants to use us.
Why?
The enemy of an enemy is a friend.
We've challenged Haji.
Whose side does that make us on?
The Police?
Carry on eating.
But Haji and Pathan won't take this lying down.
You couldn't handle four newbies, dickheads.
They appeared out of nowhere and stumped us.
Are you serious?
They must've come out of your arse--
Fuck!
Bilawal talks too much!
Salaam alaikum, Haji.
-Salaam alaikum, Uncle. -Walaikum Assalam.
Don't worry, Uncle.
We'll soon present you with Dara's dead body.
Shut the fuck up!
Rein in your nephews, Pathan!
I want Dara!
Alive!
Not alive.
Dead!
-But Haji said-- -Haji is losing his edge.
Get your men to follow Abdullah.
Finish them both off.
Why Abdullah?
Because that asshole…
will try to save Dara.
And what will we tell Haji?
Abdullah was helping Dara escape.
To stop them…
we had to kill both.
Haji wants to meet you.
Get in.
What do you think?
He did save his life.
-He could've left you to die. -Bro!
Are you okay?
Pathan's called for his nephews from Gujarat to kill you.
As if we're going to sit back and relax.
True.
But we will have to be alert.
I've organized security for you.
Ajju, I've been calling you…
Salaam alaikum.
Walaikum Assalam.
Are you deaf?
It's time for Nasir's wedding ceremony.
Don't you want to go? Shouldn't you be getting dressed?
Habiba, do you need a separate invite?
Hurry up, boys!
Be very careful from now, Dara!
I've got your back.
You went against my orders, Pathan!
I clearly mentioned that I wanted Dara alive.
What choice did we have?
If we'd finished the bastard off earlier,
this day would never have come.
Now, he's survived an army of your men
and become stronger!
Because now he has Abdullah on his side.
Do you realize what that means, fucking jerks?
Dara now knows the nuts and bolts of our business.
And will use that to screw us in every way.
Thank you.
Nasir, how much did you get?
Congratulations!
Thank you!
The groom is getting more attention than he can handle.
Saadiq, get me married, too.
Don't worry. I'll help you find a match.
A match?
He won't be satisfied with just one.
Enough of monkeying around. Remember what I said.
-What? -I'll name your first child.
Get little Nasir hard first.
It's bigger than all of yours!
Listen to me. I'll give you a choice of four-five names.
The final decision can be yours.
Sounds good.
Nasir?
Whatever Nasreen wishes.
You've already given up?
Without a fight?
-Come on! -Let's step out.
-Let's go. -Meet me outside.
We'll be back soon!
Don't let him off the hook always, Nasreen.
Let him enjoy freely today.
From tomorrow, he'll be wrapped around my finger.
-Is the food okay? -Everything is delicious.
I don't see Ismail anywhere.
He's a little under the weather.
He may drop by if he feels better.
Have you eaten?
Don't leave before you eat.
Mashallah!
Nasreen looks beautiful.
You're fortunate to have such a wonderful daughter-in-law.
Motherfucker!
-Everyone's a cunt! -You're right!
Haji is the biggest dumbfuck!
He can go fuck himself!
Haji Maqbool!
Motherfucker!
Nasir Edenwala, the asshole!
We were insulted because of you!
Collect a buck every time you fuck.
Soon you'll gather enough to go for Hajj.
Why are you laughing at my expense?
-That's obvious! -He's next in line.
Hey, Dara!
Are you thinking about the love of your life?
Bombay is my true love.
She's now in the clutches of those fuckers!
I'll have to set her free.
Let me come back from my honeymoon.
I'll print such an article about you that Haji will fall on his knees.
That's right!
Why the hell are you talking such crap?
-Let's get back! -We must.
Let's cut the cake.
Let's go.
-That's enough! -Stop that now!
Enough! Stop this nonsense! Let's leave.
-Get going! -Where should we go?
Let them enjoy each other's company.
-Let me help my brother. -Shut up!
I'll call tomorrow.
Want cake?
We'll eat cake and a lot more.
Give me a minute!
Nasir, be gentle.
-It's your first time. -Get the hell out!
It was Saadiq.
Sorry about this.
-A special drink, brother. -Get out before I kick you!
It will help…
They're pulling my leg.
Would you prefer a boy or a girl?
Wash your face first.
Then we'll make babies.
No, I won't.
Fucking cunts!
I will be back.
Stop bothering me!
Enough is enough!
Who are you? What do you want?
We want you, fucker!
Bastard!
Fucking asshole!
What's happening, Nasir? Who are you guys?
Get lost!
Get up!
Get up.
Bloody!
Get up.
Nasreen…
Look at that, you fucker!
Watch her!
Look, motherfucker! Are you having fun?
Look!
Stop!
Open your eyes and see.
Motherfucker!
Nasreen!
Godfather of Bombay?
Get the bastard out! Kill him!
Motherfucker!
Get up, you fucker!