Zulfiqar (2016) - full transcript

This whole game is
about the food chain, man.

We all are a part of it.

Grasshoppers eat grass.

Then the grasshopper's
eaten by a rat.

Then the bloody snake is going
to slither in and eat up the rat.

And at the very end,

will come the hawk,
flying in from the sky.

It'll grab the snake
and eat it up.

That completes the food chain.

No humans in the food chain?

Yes, of course.-
- How is that?



Humans don't eat hawks!

Trained hawks used to sit on
sailors' arms on ship decks.

Wearing all the smuggled
chains around its neck.

Whenever there was a
custom's raid,

it used to fly around for sometime
and come back; that bugger!

Humans don't eat hawks.

They consume the hawk's
opinion of right and wrong.

Humans tame hawks,
Inspector Laltoo Das.

Yes but not all hawks
can be tamed, right?

Can be killed but not tamed.

Err.. you're talking about
your uncle man, huh?

By God!
That man was something else.

Now listen man, listen to me. Okay?

4 shops are yet
to pay, 26, 7, 8 and 31



3 warehouses in Gunj...-

- Hey! Do the counting later.
Just say it's ten lacs.

Easy guys, easy on the guns.
Hang on, I'm talking, give me a minute.

Now listen motherfucker, I
don't know where and how...

just get us the
fucking ten lacs, okay!

Kidnap people, loot a bank,
call the Syndicate.

Call Basheer, Qasim, Rani,
whoever, just get us the ten lacs!-

- Tony, disconnect.-
- Huh?

Disconnect, bro.

Why did you ask
him to disconnect?

Are you the leader?-
- What!

Are you the boss of the gang?

Bugger! Why do you
care? If you...-

- You guys won't do anything.

Standing with your guns pointed
at a wrong angle for 2 hours!

Not a drop of bloodshed yet!

You do your kidnapping
with these idiots?

- You!-
- Shut up you moron!

I don't know whether to laugh
or cry at your audacity!

Do you even know who
you've picked up?

You think I am a petty
pick-pocket?

So you're asking
for ten lacs only!

Tony...

call the Syndicate.

Tell them these guys have
a new demand. Fifty lacs.-

- But Zulfi bhai...-
- Within 4 hours.

"Or you'll find Zulfiqar Ahmed in pieces,
in a sack near Ghasia Mosque."

- But seriously, man! Fifty lacs!-
- Just call.

Do it, will you?

This area.

A small country inside
the city of Kolkata.

Yes, a country.

Only, without a national
anthem and a flag.

They have their own language,
economic system, law and order.

Even today, the police does
not enter some of those areas.

Keep that in mind.

And they have their
own politics.

They hardly care about
political parties or ideologies.

It's all handled by
certain big shots.

What the residents of this area think
about you is the main thing. That's it.

The rest is like the Mango
and Hilsa fish... seasonal.

The Left might turn Right
the Answer might be the Question.

The compass is confused.

Lemon tea?

No...-

Have the tea. Habits also need
a handover like the files.

Dulal!

Ask Puchke to send in
two cups of lemon tea.

And...

when is Mr. Akhtar
sending the car?

Around 4 o'clock.-
- There's time then. Go.

So, as I was saying...

the areas economy,
their income and expenditure...

depends upon various
kinds of business.

Some of it, legal and...

most of it as the locals call,

'un-legal'.

From supplying coolies to stevedore
companies for unloading the ships,

to renting out godowns
to dump the stuff there.

Corruption,

commission,

and huge monetary transactions
are predominant.

The parking charges
for the trucks,

renting out slums to the coolies,
all of it is a huge business.

And after the Nancy
market opened in 1970,

a new avenue opened up.

Trading of smuggled goods.

Goods stolen from ships,
containers or from the warehouses,

being sold in an open market.

An entire area's commercial system
formed around this trade.

Funny thing is...

This is Puchke.

After him.

Sir, are you leaving?

Yes, transferred. I'll
come down sometimes.

And control your drinking.
Or else you'll get a thrashing.

So, what was I saying?

About the 'system'.

Yes, the 'system'.

This system has many partakers.

You'll understand that
when a ship is mauled.

Mauled?

When government declares a ship
to be unfit, it is put up for auction.

Then the buyer breaks it down
into pieces and sells it off.

But dismantling the
whale sized ship,

competing in the
auction to make a buy,

all this needs a lot of
help from various people.

Political leaders,

the police,

owner of the Coolie Supply Association,
the leader of the Coolie Union,

Custom officers, Port Trust officers,

the Truck Drivers' Association,
goons, container breakers..

Ship builders, slum builders etc.

Naturally, each of them
has a profit share.

So, the empire is run by many
parties and sharerholders together.

Some help actively,
some passively, right?

Correct.

And this group of people
is unofficialy called...

the Syndicate.

Which is present in each
and every alley of this area.

A gigantic spider with its legs
inside each and every kind of trade.

And exactly like the spider's web,

every trade is interconnected
to form the Syndicate's web.

But, you see spiders
eat their own babies too.

As in?

No one ever came back alive
after opposing the Syndicate.

1984, DC Port, K. V. Sharma.

Not at all!

He was a natural enemy,
one of them had to die.

The dangerous thing is, the Syndicate
doesn't even spare its own members.

How is that?

Whenever a member of the
Syndicate becomes popular,

when people start revering him,

his days are numbered.

That's what I was telling you.

Whoever is the people's favourite,
has all the power.

The Syndicate dosen't let the
power go to a single person.

So, one has to be a wolf
in a pack. One can't be a lion.

Once, someone did become a lion.

1990, Nawabzada.

Very secular.

A father figure to all...
Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs.

Immensely popular and powerful.

He was shot on the day
of Rathayatra Festival.

Syndicate?

1997, Ram Singh or Ramaiya,
same problem.

Though he was the messiah of Hindus...

he became a strong-arm
member of the Syndicate.

He was bombed to pieces
in front of his own house.

Bombed?

More to come.

2001, a coolie supplier named
Akbar, became a big don.

They say the Syndicate provoked a
issue to get this guy killed.

And finally, it was Zulfiqar's turn.

Hmm.

After whom, the whole
face of the Syndicate changed.

Zulfiqar Ahmed.

Still remember.

He got kidnapped while
in the middle of the river.

You can understand how
complicated the scene was.

I sent Danish Bashar, who looks after
the truck parking, to Basheer.

And I went straight to
the Syndicate's meeting.

Basheer Khan?

Zulfiqar's friend and
partner in crime.

A gangster to some,
a brother to some.

And...

immensely sensitive regarding
his nation, India. A huge patriot!

Basheer bhai, come fast!

They've kidnapped Zulfiqar.
And Tony and Markaz too!

The river police and pirates of the
area where Zulfiqar was kidnapped...

were controlled by
Parvez Maqsood.

The other members of the
Syndicate were pressurising him.

Kashinath Kundu, goon turned promoter.

Used to rent out Port Trust land
as godowns and slums.

Kaushik Sinha, Customs officer.

Was so corrupt hardly bought
anything with his salary ever.

Sharafat Qasim, right hand man
of the local politician.

Ex-goon.

Shishir Tili, the owner
of Gunj's brothel.

The philosopher kind,
quipping proverbs.

Tribhuban Gupta, Port Trust officer.

A weak spine.

He was in the Syndicate to avoid
troubles, not only for the bribe.

Mithilesh Sikdar, supplied
coolies to stevedore companies,

to carry the goods from
the ships to warehouses.

Lastly, Pavel Latif, the boss of the
warehouses and container breakers.

I swear Basheer bhai!

I don't know what or
who's behind this!

What are you saying!

Nothing.

All we know is, we need your help
to get him out of that area.

Just tell me what to do and how.
Have I ever refused?

Then call your men up.

If anything happens to
Zulfiqar bhai...-

- Fine, cool it.

Not only men,
we need the money too.

50 lacs.

Who'll give that?

Kaushik's question's stumped all.

Because all the finacial dealings,
transactions and fund maintainance,

were handled by Tony Braganza.

Who, along with Zulfiqar's right hand man
Markaz Ali, was also kidnapped.

So, for the funds they had
to go to Rani Talapatra.

Rani Talapatra, the widow
of late Tamal Talapatra.

So, are you married?

Huh?

Ceremony, merrymaking,
feast, etc?

No.

Girlfriend?

Yes.

Careful. I've seen the
strongest fall for the trap.

The saying, "How the mighty have fallen!"

Remember that song by Kishore Kumar?

About the complicated
character of women?

- But her character is quite...

- Anyway, that's your
personal matter.

So I was talking
about Rani Talapatra.

She was an young widow,
needing nothing but security.

When her husband died,
amongst a lot of debt,

eveyone pounced on the bar.

Zulfiqar entered the scene.

Then the debtors just vanished.

And in return, Rani
became Zulfiqar's...

girlfriend.

Mistress, actually.

Tatin, Khemu..

Will she pay up?
Of course!

Ira, Madan, Chameli, you too.

But Ma'am, I was saying...

It seems no one trusts us in
Mrs. Talapatra's family. Great!

No, someone does.

He is in a fix at this moment.

But you guys don't seem to...-
- They've asked for 50 lacs.

The Syndicate doesn't have that much.

- And the police?

Not doing anything?

What will the police do?

But that comes later.
First we need the money.

Gunj is going
through a recession.

Very few visit the whorehouse.

I have to feed many mouths.

But still I've contributed
all that I could.

Now the family must come in.

So I am family now?

We can argue about that later.

The point is...-
- You know his family's condition, Ma'am.

His wife remains doped out,
can't wake her up.

You know how Zulfi squanders,
there's no money at home.

Not a penny.

Tony is not here too.
So we came to you.

Basheer bhaijaan, everything I
have is Zulfiqar's.

Wait, I'll get it.

Just one condition.

You've to be there
in the rescue team.

Why? The rest of
us are enemies?

Qasim!

Would've gone anyway.

Zulfi is in trouble. And I won't go?

Masood, this is
the place, right?

That's what Parvez bhai said.

'Jh' six, 'Jh' seven, 'Jh' eight, 'Jh'...

Greetings, Zulfi!

You've started counting, as usual!

What else? I was getting
so bored sitting here.

Hey, got the entire amount?

Did you expect instalments?-
- Shut up, give the money!

Release them first.

What don't worry!
What do you mean by that?

50 lacs is no small amount.
Lot of money man!

Shishir Tili gave 5 lacs. But
thankfully won't charge an interest.

Danish's donation for the Syndicate
fund is due since last month.

Rani has given 25 lacs
and if he tells Kashi...-

- Basheer, everything's ok but...-

- But what?

- No fun and frolic!

Hey! Hello people, wait.

Nothing of that nonsense is
happening. I'm telling you, huh!

The boat won't turn!
Are you mad?

- Correct! Why must the boat turn?

Men who have dignity, not boats.

So men must take care of it..

Zulfi bhai, shut up!
Sorry but please shut up eh?

Masood, ask him to
speed up the boat!

What say, Basheer?

- What 'Basheer?' For Christ's
sake guys. What rubbish!

I give up. Go to hell, you guys!

A favourite poet of mine.

If I may quote him,

There is a tide in the affairs of men, which
taken at the flood leads on to fortune.

Ommitted, all the voyage of their life
is bound in shallows and in miseries.

Hey! Basheer bhai.. Zulfi Bhai...

- Goddamit man! Arrgh!
Hey, hold this!

Zulfi, watch out!

Where were you?

Come on!

Enough fun and frolic? Happy?

What the fish was that!

Can't you keep a watch?
Did you give her food?

Yes-
- Medicines on time?

Yes, did.

All of you lazy morons.

I was just gone for two days.

Begum...

Begum!

Begum.

Where were you all these days?

Did you bring 'Sewai'
from the market?

Sewai.. from the market?

Come.

You think I can't
handle your worries.

What is this crisis?

That you can't share with me?

Recently got some mails..

Some spies gave me the news.

Some Lashkar terrorists are trying to
enter the country through here.

Some Syndicate members
are involved in this.

Have you informed Zulfi and Markaz?

Kashinath?

Whom to trust and whom not to...

I am confused.

This isn't about gangwar,
police, politics or smuggling.

The country is in danger.

Basheer...

I need to tell you something
about the family.

Came to know of it.

Doing the rumor mills..

Was unaware of it all these years.

Danish told me.

Investigated about it.

It's true.

What is it?

Forget it.

Basheer...

you already have a
lot on your plate.

Moreover, I don't feel good
about telling you this.

Rather, I'll ask Danish...

to tell you when he can.

We all know...

how, by fighting all odds,

peeing on the face of Death,

how...

Zufliqar bhai has home
returned, fighting alone!

Our own boy has returned home.

Now there will be security
and peace in the area.

So we're honouring him with...

where are the flowers?

We are honouring him with flowers!

Hail Zulfiqar bhai!

Hail! Hail! Zulfiqar bhai!

Yo brother! You're coming or what?

Ah! Come on man!
Zulfi bhai will wait for us.

If you go to the ring
directly, what'll I do there alone?

Play bloody referee to
Zulfiqar bhai and Rani?

Sorry! Sorry!
Sorry my man, sorry.

My brother from another
mother, I'm really sorry.

You lovers have some
serious issues, man!

You'll sit home
singing sad songs all day.

Then you take it out by killing
people, breaking their jaws!

If it's bothering you go
tell Zulfiqar bhai,

"Zulfiqar bhai... your girlfriend...

What!

No!

No... thats not
happening man.

No, that is just not happening.

In the name of Jesus,
thats not happening.

You think I'm mad?

I'll go translate your
words to Zulfiqar bhai?

No way!

I want to live man, don't want to
get fucked in the wrong place.

No! Get off bugger..

Oh hello!

What do you take me for man,
bloody idiot or what?

Hey! Okay okay!
Fair enough, okay!-

- Where are you off to?

Zulfi bhai.. Oh bloody hell!
Hey, lets go out!

Come in!

Come on in, my champion!

Ready?

Rani says today's
odds are very high.

The Syndicate and the bar
will bleed if you lose.

Are you sure or should
I send someone else?

What's this, Zulfi bhai?

You call me a 'Champion'
and doubt me as well?

Can still doubt myself
but never you, Markaz.

Remember it.

Shall we make a move?
People are waiting.

Yes, let's go.

Who'll you gamble on tonight?-
- Markaz bhai of course!

Markaz bhai will be beaten tonight!
You will see!

Have you seen his physique?

Markaz! Markaz! Markaz!

Kill him, man!

Fight, Markaz!

Yes!

Yay! My lion. My Champ!-
- Go get him, man!

Markaz! Markaz! Markaz!

Look out!

Punch him!

What the...

Shut up! You motherfucker!

What's the point of the Syndicate if
my brother has to rot in the lock-up?

Don't look at me.
It's the Syndicate's decision.

Oh come on!

How's it the Syndicate's
decision? No voting happened.

But Mr. Mithilesh, that's right,
we decided to stay out of drugs.

Mr. Kaushik, a small kid
made a mistake, that's it.

He just started a new business...-
- He's not a kid.

He can tell between weed,
hash, cocaine & heroin.

You must've leant the difference
at home too, right?

Hello! You watch it man.-
- Enough of this Pablo story.

Anything else?

Pablo is not a story, Basheer bhai,
he's my brother.

Okay, cool, we'll come to this later.

Parvez is waiting to tell us something.

Order please?

I have a proposal, guys.

No chance of a loss.

Rather, huge opportunity
to earn big bucks.

Shelter for 3 people
& false passports.

Who are they?
Where are they from?

They're from Afghanisthan.

How much will they pay?-
- 5.

What rubbish!
Not enough for so many of us.

The black gang operations
have dropped.

You find everything everywhere,
no extra income!

No ship-mauling since long!

I'm talking about 5 crores.-
- What!

Who are these people?

They are from the Lashkar gang.

They'll go to Mumbai.

Wow! What next?
Will auction your family?

Hold your tongue or I'll bury you...-
- Save your fight for later.

Know the risks of letting in terrorists?-
- Not terrorists.

They're Jihadis.

Sorry to burst your
balloon, Mr. Parvez,

but all this crusade
and religious war,

is complete bullshit
and nonsense.

All that matters to people
on the road is their daily food.

Which road are you
talking about, Tony?

India's or Hindustan's?

Heart's bleeding for Islam,
right Parvez?

Fine, let the Jihadis in.

Let blasts happen. But remember this,

forget a Musliam person,
even if a Muslim cat is killed..

I'll make sure you'll have
no use for virgins in heaven..

Send your hands back to school,
Parvez. They're too arrogant.

We don't need to do
all of this, right?

Let's hear what the
Syndicate decides?

That alright. But all this will invite
the media, the police & raids.

Don't think we need that.

If you ask me, I'm dead against it.

What say, bro?

Markaz too.

Crusades are bad for the business.
A riot breaks out and you're gone.

Hmm, Qasim?

There's good money but
the risk is quite high too.

Zulfiqar bhai?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Whatever the Syndicate decides.

You're coming to the party, right?

Party's thrown by the nephew..

Uncle, I understand but
what's his fault?

Yes, I know.
Everything is your fault.

That's the reason why you
are punishing yourself. Right?

The fault is neither the
uncle's nor nephew's.

And my friend Romeo,
not yours too.

If it's someones fault, then..

Okay, okay yes! I know.

Come to the party.

I'll feel out of place.

Plus Akhtar invited us
so many times.

Markaz, you
should've been here man.

You've no idea about
the weather in Kolkata.

Hey! How are you?
Good to see you man.

HI! All well?-
- Yes.

Hey!-
- Hello, Tony!

How are you-
- Where is Markaz bhai?

Good to see you man, how are
you? Markaz will be here soon.

Hello!

- Hi, Tony!
- H.. Hi!

Oh my God! So good to see
you. How've you been?

Good. I have been good.

Where is uncle? Won't he
come? And Markaz?

Yes, Zulfi bhai is a little busy.
Coming in a bit.

And you know Markaz.
He will come later.

My brother told me you'll be coming late.

Aa.. it's kinda late I guess, right?-
- No!

You should know you're not
in Paris anymore, studying.

Someone hasn't changed.
This is not late, Tony!

Come, my brother as
usual is rocking the party.

Oh really? You look great.-
- Thank you!

Our houses break apart

Our swords get rusty

A little water to quench our thirst

It drenches our clothes
How far do we go on?

Our houses break apart

Our swords get rusty

A little water to quench our thirst

It drenches our clothes
How far do we go on?

As far as we can call out to

The sailor prances on
waves further away

We lose our way
We lose our way back home

Our smiles blossom
In someone's garden

Why the waters cries out
In the middle of the night

We lose our way
Why can't we go back home?

Who's home remains unscathed?

Take me to their place

Mismatched faces and bodies

Take me home

I know Tony's not home.
He doesn't like me.

Please Markaz, why
don't you understand?

I was sunk in debt.

Debtors were like vultures.
If Zulfiqar sahab were not there...

Your wound...

More I float away Towards poetry

More I feel the monotony of life

My love for you is clandestine

I must return everytime
I kiss your cheeks

The more I escape the crowd

The more I fail
To respond to your calls

A strange slumber fumes my eyes

I stay awake

Why do I sit like
An open window?

The clock keeps ticking,
Mimicking several voices

I'll never know how many
boxes I'm spilt into

There's someone I call

Who's home is unscathed?

Take me to their place

Come on!-
- What happened?

- Tell me what happened?-
- You don't talk much.

Don't you dare touch me!

Guys, please!

Get the local support and
the Syndicate, that's it.

Syndicate will help you
in all possible ways.

Run!

Escape from the back!

Hey! Guys, what is wrong
with you! Hello!

Sit down guys, please everybody!

Come on, leave him!

Back off you jerk!

- Get out!
- What's your problem, man?

- Hey! You bugger!
- Tony relax!

You jerk! Now I'll show you...-
- Please stop fighting!

Sorry, it was a mistake.

What sorry man! This
isn't your uncle's area.

Trying to impress girls eh?

Tony, no bloodshed please!
Forget what happenend!

Guys, please...-

Guys,

aim your machines at him.

And aim well.

If you miss, he will push
this broken bottle...

through your arse.
And mind you it'll hurt a lot!

Masood, upstairs!

Move forward.

Zulfi!

Run, come this way!

So, friends...

not only for the
people of this area,

for the entire nation,

for the entire world,

what Zulfiqar bhai has
done is marvellous!

Today, the National Press
is looking up to Bengal.

They're looking up to us!

How, a man can singlehandedly..

Finished those terrorists, who
were the enemies of both..

This country and the world!

He alone is the police force!

He is one-man army!

He is our very beloved,
our very own..

Zulfiqar Ahmed!

Long live Zulfiqar!-
- Long live Zulfiqar!

Long live Zulfiqar!-
- Long live Zulfiqar!

Long live Zulfiqar!-
- Long live Zulfiqar!

What happened, Basheer bhai?

Sitting here alone?

Didn't you go?

No space for you on the stage?

Just come to the point!

You've been trying to say
something for days.

The stage will have room for
only one, Basheer bhai.

So it's time to bring
the stage down.

Huh?

You already know the
rules of this jungle.

We are wild dogs.
We hunt together.

But if someone gets bigger than the
pack, he needs to go, right?

What nonsense!-
- Nothing new, Basheer bhai.

Your own words.

Whoever breaks the rule
of business is a traitor.

Father, son, brother,
friend, whoever be it.

True but Zulfi never went
against the Syndicate, Kashinath.

Zulfiqar didn't have this power ever!

Every kid knows his name!

Political parties want him,
businessmen line up for him!

People from my area
worship him, fear him!

Control, Basheer bhai, control... power!

It can corrupt anyone.

Before the Syndicate he was
ruling this area with Parvez.

His hands didn't faulter even
once when killing him!

You think he will spare the Syndicate
and not hog the power alone!

- But Zulfi...-
- What?

What about Zulfi?

Haven't you risked your life
to save him, so many times!

I have seen that!

That's you. Would he be able to
kill Parvez without me?

He'd be dead by now.

An ordinary man suddenly
becomes God doing nothing

And we are to
twiddle our thumbs?

Hence,

our party has decided,

to offer the election ticket
to Zulfiqar sahib!

Long live Zulfiqar!-
- Long live Zulfiqar!

Long live Zulfiqar!-
- Long live Zulfiqar!

Zulfiqar bhai...-

- It's an honour to get an opportunity
like this to serve my people.

But... I?
Will I be able to?-

- Zulfiqar bhai, you probably
missed their applause. I didn't.

Please don't refuse.

But...

I know nothing about politics,

I can't do this, Sir.

Politics is serving people.

Your people want to see
you on the throne.

Please!

We can warn him.
We can make him understand.

We can make him aware!

Why are you laughing? What?
Did I say anything funny?

What should we say? "Zulfi,
enough now, give up your wings?"

Did I say that?

We'll say, "Leave for Haj,
we will handle your business?"

My brain is not working, Kashinath!

I understand that, if the Syndicate
has to work, Zulfi has to back off.

We'll talk to him!

But you know he is a
crazy, stubborn guy!

I don't know if he will
listen to us, but...

we can sure make him
understand things.

We'll definitely try.

What is going on, isn't correct.
We have to talk to him.

We will.

This doesn't concern the
Syndicate alone, Basheer.

Fake passports of the terrorists,
incoming & outgoing mails...

bank statements...

plan... blue prints..

Pravez was not alone, Basheer.
There was a mastermind.

What do you mean?

He spoke very little in that meeting.

Thought the decision
would be in his favour.

I mean Zulfiqar.

Mr. Basheer,

Zulfiqar Ahmed.

Goodbye, Zulfi...

See you in hell.

That was a close save man!
That bugger almost convinced you.

Only Zulfiqar can convince Zulfiqar.
Get it, brother?

There's an important meeting at the...-
- Hey, you doing okay?

- Police station,
you've to be there.

What meeting?-
- Durga Puja immersion and Eid.

Are on the same day. We've
to see it happens peacefully.

Greetings, Zufi bhai.
This is my daughter.

May God bless you.

A ruckus?-
- Yes.

Zulfi bhai, Markaz is asking if
you're coming to the race tonight.

Definitely. You guys have
arranged it for me after a long time.

Thank you! Thank you!-
- Beware of this Eid.

Did you say something to me, Sir?

Beware of Eid, Zulfiqar.

Beware of Eid.

- What's up boys!
- Greetings!

So Kashinath didn't come?

I knew it!
He has no interest in sports.

He has a different game going on
behind that frown.

I don't trust such
people, Markaz!

Always hungry.

It's been a long time,
why not tonight?

No way, buddy,
this is child's play.

Besides, all competition is in vain if
Zulfiqar participates.

Let's see.

Let's see.-
- Really?

Let's see if it goes in vain or not.

Get off kid, come on.

Yeah!

There's more like it! All right
guys, let's get ready here!

Let's kick some serious
ass here, guys! All right!

On your mark!
Get! set! Go guys!

They say, better safe than sorry.

I suggest, let's banish instead of killing.

Shishir! Want to
get shot like Parvez?

If we don't kill him, all of us from the
Syndicate have to die. Mark my words.

After all, Basheer bhai is with us.-
- Yes!

And you know him very well.

But what about Laltoo, the police?

The local councilor's right-hand
is with you. Why worry about police?

Coward!

Fine, fine, but we
won't get into trouble, right?

Laltoo will gang up with
us; the majority.

Cop by profession,
opportunist by nature.

Just worrying about
Markaz and Tony.

I was saying...

what if Basheer bhai
comes to know...

that we hacked Zulfiqar's
account to send those mails?

And that we forged
those photos and passports?

What? Why you laughing?

What else? Basheer and Zulfiqar
will make Galoti Kebabs out of us.

We had to take the risk, Tribhuban.

Basheer neither has ambition
nor hunger for power.

If we didn't play the 'nation' card...

would he have ever agreed?

Anyway, let's revise the plan.

Tribhuban, -
- Hmm?

- You are to handle
Markaz and Tony.

Okay.

Danish, you are to pick
Zulfiqar up on time.

Mithilesh...-
- Yes?

Remember the sequence.-
- Okay.

Qasim...

One more thing.

After the job is done,

we will let Basheer lead.
He will decide everything.

Basheer is the second most
popular person after Zulfiqar.

We've to convince people by all means.

Convince that all this is good for them.

You all know what an angry mob
do to a pick-pocket, right?

And we are going to kill
Zulfiqar Ahmed!

What a race Basheer!
Such a tough game!

That too with Zulfiqar!

Nowadays, you call yourself Zulfiqar
so often..

I forget I used to call you Zulfi.

People change, Basheer.

Times, too.

I know.

Who knows that better than me!

Zulfi!

Zulfi!

Zulfi!

Zulfi!

It's ok! Nothing happened.

That was just a dream.

Just a dream.

Happy Eid, Begum.

Please don't go, I'm scared!

Stay back today.

Can't, have an important meeting-
- Stay.

Don't go please.

What happened? What did you dream of?

I saw you.

Your death.

Once heard some lines from Basheer...

Cowards die many times
before their deaths...

The valiant never taste
of death but once...

Sheikh Peer says,
strange is our nature...

Death is inevitable

But we still fear it

Yes, Danish.-
- Happy Eid, Zulfiqar bhai.

Happy Eid.

It's a festive day, let me accompany you.

I'm waiting downstairs.

Go ahead, I'm coming.
Karishma is little...-

- Ok! Don't worry. I'll
tell them about her attack.

You'll be late.-
- No, don't say all that.

Ok, I'll just tell them
that you'll be late.

Even if someone asks about her
attack, I'll keep mum.

Danish, stop it, she's fine.
Just wait, I'm coming.

Listen, the problem's stretching long.
I'm being pressurized.

They know, I'm a Syndicate member.
Please resolve this now.

Disgusting, they drink whole day
and create problems.

They threatened me
and Mithilesh that day.

One punch from Markaz will sort them.

He's saying it's Eid,
won't beat them much.

Only break the bloody
bugger's hand and let him go.

Hope we won't be
late for the meeting.

No, we have time to finish this.

Okay, fine.

On this festive day,
I appeal to everyone...

to give a thought about
my brother's case.

He's locked-up since long.

Be it Eid or Christmas,
a drug dealer can't be spared.

Zulfiqar bhai, he has been
punished enough!

Okay, lets hear out
the other members.

The verdict is passed.

Don't drag this. Smuggling
drugs won't be tolerated.

Zulfiqar, I too think we
should consider Mithilesh's...-

I'm done with the talking, Basheer.
The issue's such.

And yes, Mithilesh, you wanted
the Syndicate's decision, right?

For now, assume I'm the Syndicate.

Goodbye, Zulfi.

Hail India.

You too!

No more corpses today.

Especially, not a cop.

Killing a cop is troublesome.

Racked up inside us
Are all wounds of time

The scarlet colour of this morning
Scars everyone

God himself shatters our homes

The blank gaze keeps
staring at an ashen past

A grave disease in these tough times
An unknown dark fear

A grave disease in these tough times
An unknown dark fear

Racked up inside us
Are all wounds of time

The watchful eyes
Sneak away, behind the window

You have awakened the
One sleeping within me

One cannot but sleep away the pain

So I stay awake
Hoping to meet you at the horizon

Racked up inside us
Are all wounds of time

The scarlet colour of this morning
Scars everyone

God himself shatters our homes

The blank gaze keeps
staring at an ashen past

A grave disease in these tough times
An unknown dark fear

A grave disease in these tough times
An unknown dark fear

A grave disease in these tough times
An unknown dark fear

So, it's not safe to stay here.

We've no idea who's up to what.

But where do we go?
A place safer than this bar...-

- There's one place.

Our farmhouse.

Yes, I know! Going out
without protection is impossible.

I was younger...

Just had joined the Force.

This Syndicate had not
been formed yet.

They could've killed me anytime..

If it was not for Zulfiqar Bhai.

Don't worry about protection.

Tomorrow morning, 6 am.

Isn't there a solution
without hitches?

Killing someone in broad daylight is...-

- So what? It'll all be
over in three days..

Four phone calls will dig
the grave for the files.

We've other cards,
if not Laltoo.

But that Markaz...-
- And Tony?

Kill Markaz and Tony
will die of pain.

And Akhtar? Akhtar too is...-

Who? Which Akhtar?
That singer?

Yes.

Strums his guitar and woos women.

I too, am bothered about Markaz.

Can find out the location
in 10 minutes, Basheer.

Let's surprise them
with Masood & Tintin.

Kill the young snakes.

Or else we'll suffer later.

Harishpukur, Manasha Mandir,
Diamond Harbour Road,

Four Star market,

All areas are tense.
Any moment the public can go...

boom!

Riots are likely.

We shouldn't do anything that can
antagonise the people, right?

Deal with that family first.
Think about the mob later.

People are still confused.

They've no idea what happened.

How was he
murdered.. why..

This is the right time to
do the mass brainwash.

Don't forget one thing...

Zulfiqar has a vast popularity.

If Markaz can...-
- That's what, Kashinath!

If we finish the entire family, the public
will take it as our personal enemity.

They'll think we were envious.
But we need to explain.

We did it for our country!

We'd to kill Zulfiqar Ahmed
for the sake of India.

His family has to be
there for the last rites.

Stop him!

Someone stop him!
It's a long journey!

He won't come back.
He's going into the sea.

I'm here.
Nothing will happen.

Nothing will happen.-
- You have no idea!

My husband has
another woman now.

I saw her!
I just saw her!

Creepers all over her body.
Squirrels playing on her skin!

No. Nothing to worry.-
- You know that witch, right?

Yes, somewhat.

Go to sleep now.

That witch won't
bother you anymore.

Just knew this would happen!
Shouldn't have listened to them!

Should've been with
Uncle all the time.

This is why he kept us away.

Never let us come and stay here!

He knew it all the way.
He knew it.

He knew it.

But he kept saying, "The Syndicate is
there, nothing will happen to me."

Yes, we can see that!
Bloody bunch of snakes!

Calling them a snake is
an insult to the snake!

Bloody "Syndicate"!

Hang on, brother. We were all
members of the same Syndicate, right?

We've risked our lives
everyday for your uncle!

Hate the sin, Akhtar.
Not the Syndicate.

Tony bhai is right.
This is Kashinath's doing.

He wanted to control this area.

Yes, he'll control the morgue.

It's Basheer.

- Hello!
- Hello, Laltoo...-

- Yes, hello...
- Let me come straight to the point.

I know all of you are together.

You, Karishma, Rani,
Tony, Markaz & Akhtar too.

I'm asking you all to come back.

Come back home.

The Syndicate has no
problem with you.

None will harm you.

Mr. Basheer, Tony here.-
- Yes, Tony.

'The Syndicate' won't
harm us, as in?

You speak as if, Markaz,
myself, Laltoo, Pavel...

We're no Syndicate members...

As if Syndicate is your
ancestral property, Goddam it!

That's what I'm saying, you
all have your place here.

Why are you staying away?

Whatever happened had
nothing to do with you!

Zulfiqar was closing the Syndicate
down. He was betraying the nation.

That's why this happened to him.

Hello?

Hang on, Basheer.
Markaz is saying something.

Basheer, Markaz says, he believes and
he understands...

that you don't have any
personal interest in this matter.

You & Zulfiqar were family...-
- What are you saying!

But my question is
about the rest, as in...-

No one will touch you,
Basheer Khan promises!

Please come. You don't
have to trust me.

Come with the full Police Force.
But come.

It's his funeral.
Won't be complete without you.

Basheer uncle, Akhtar here.

Just a quick query.

You really think you can wash
his blood off your hands...

by organizing the funeral?

Akhtar!

Akhtar, enough.

Enough.

Your anger is natural.

When I pointed my gun at
him, my hand went numb too.

But tomorrow, I'll
pray for my friend, Zulfi.

Not any terrorist
called Zulfiqar Ahmed!

Everyone must come. You
don't have trust me. Get security...-

- We'll be there. Let us
know the time.

- Thanks!
- Tony Bhai!

- Shh.. Don't get excited
guys. Calm down guys!

Calm down. Nothing
has happened. Sit down.

Pavel, sit down!-
- Let's hear Tony out...

What's going on here!

What's wrong with the people here?
Can't we just keep calm?

You know what Akhtar,

the man, Zulfiqar meant as
much to me as to you.

Will you shake hands
with those murderers?

Oh nephew! Even boxers shake
hands before the match.

But in the end, only
one hand is held up.

There's a lot of
rumors in the air.

So, it's important
to speak to you.

Your Zulfiqar, my Zulfi,

wasn't killed in a gang war.

Neither was he killed
in a police encounter.

The Syndicate that
looks after this area,

employs the youth in
4 Star & Nancy markets

saving them from
the path of crime,

the Syndicate that looked
after all these clubs, charity,

the same Syndicate,

the same Syndicate
punished Zulfiqar. Why?

Because he tried to destroy the
Syndicate and take over everything,

he tried to spread terror in the
Nation with the terrorists.

You tell me? Aren't rules
the same for everyone?

The deeds that may kill us..

He would survive,
just because he is Zulfiqar?

Would the rules be
different for him?

Death for traitors!

Basheer Khan, long live!-
- Basheer Khan, long live!

Death for traitors!

Death for traitors!

Zulfiqar was a great man!

He did phenomenal things.

But was also a big threat to
the Syndicate, this area, this nation!

And his family is aware of all
this. See, they're present here.

But today, we have not...

gathered here for a terrorist.

We all are here for that Zulfi,

who was a brother,
an uncle, a husband,

a friend.

He was a very close friend.

May God...

His family and friends are
here to say something.

Before leaving I'm sharing some
lines of Sheikh Peer.

If someone is present here
Who would die for him

If someone is present here
Who would die for him

Then I must say, he was
No less a friend of mine

If the question arises...

If the question arises,
Why I went against him

If the question arises,
Why I went against him

The answer would be

I've loved my nation more

Basheer Khan, long live!
Basheer Khan, long live!

Syndicate, long live!
Basheer Khan, long live!

Basheer Khan, long live!
Basheer Khan, long live!

Go.

Calm down!

Calm down!

Hello and greetings to
everyone present here.

Like Basheer bhai said, we have come
here today, for Zulfiqar bhai.

But not to speak about
his memories,

No memories & all that jazz!

We've come for the last
prayer, for his funeral.

Basheer bhai who's never wrong,

said that we are allowed
to speak here.

Thank you Basheer bhai, thank
you very much!

Thank you!

Zulfiqar Ahmed...

was an elder brother to us.

Day after day,

he took bullets for us!

Risking his own life for us.

What he did for the
developement of this area...

no one could do that
in last fifty years man!

But, but.. but..

Yes...

correct. We got to know
new things about him today..

That Zulfi bhai wanted to
take over the entire Syndicate

That's what Basheer bhai
told us, yes!

And friends, as you know,
Basheer bhai is never wrong.

Isn't it?

Friends,

when Syndicate's fund dropped,

Zulfi bhai used to donateto the poor.

From medicines to liquor,
from blankets to weddings,

anything & everything.

He used to donate blood in
every blood donation camp.

He used to take care of every
family personally.

Do you know friends,

Zulfiqar Ahmed donated half
his property to an NGO?

Which works for the
developement of the slum dwellers...

and sex workers'
children in this area.

Today, we have come to know
that Zulfiqar Ahmed is dead.

Oh! no no..
Sorry, sorry!

Zulfiqar Ahmed has
been murdered.

By his friends.

Why? Ask why... Why?

Why?

Because, as Basheer bhai told us,

Zulfiqar Ahmed
was a selfish man!

And friends as you know,
Basheer bhai is never wrong!

The tide is turing,
Basheer. Stop him.

Too late. People will erupt
if we try to stop him now.

Kill him right here.-
- Have you gone crazy, huh?

Just disperse silently.

You know friends,
Zulfiqar Ahmed was...

the natural leader
of the Syndicate.

Yes.

By his bravery & skills.
Yes, he was a leader.

But he never imposed
decisions in meetings.

Always went with the
collective decision.

Probably you remember...

right at this spot, just
a few days back,

he rejected the proposal
of that MLA...

to run for elections, remember?

Not once.

Thrice.

Three times!

Thrice!

But Basheer bhai said
he was hungry for power!

And you know, obviously, Basheer
bhai is never wrong.

The hands that learnt to
hold the pistol from him,

went up against him that day.

The brave back that
protected everybody,

that same back was stabbed
by all those people!

And Basheer bhai
who's never wrong,

says that, Zulfiqar was the
traitor & not the others.

Parvez wanted
shelter for the 3 terrorists.

Then what happened?

The terrorists entered
without the Syndicate's permission!

Zulfiqar went there,
found them out & killed them.

But Basheer bhai says that Zulfiqar
was a terrorist, an anti-national,

A traitor, a conspirer!

And Basheer bhai is never wrong!

You are right Tony bhai!

We are not good orators
like Basheer bhai.

If we were,
you wouldn't wait here.

You would be rioting!

The people who
murdererd Zulfiqar Ahmed,

those who murdererd his trust,

You would've killed
them! Avenged him!

But no, wait!

This would happen if
Basheer bhai had said all these!

Not us.

Because Basheer bhai is never wrong!

Party time!

Find the scumbag!

Kill him!

Danish!

Let's go from here! Let's go!

Yes, coming. Wait!

Leave me please! I don't live here!-
- Hey! Get up!

Believe me, I did nothing.

Crying now eh?

Didn't think twice before peppering
Zulfqar with bullets!

He is my twin, I did nothing!-
- What!

Twins eh?

Kaushik never said he
had a twin!

He was scared...-
- Your Dad has a photocopy machine?

Kill that bastard!
Shoot him!

You stay here.
Don't go anywhere.

Hey! Where are you
going, you buffoon!

Hey! Get him!

Stop! You bastard!

You wanted some
help, right brother?

Hadn't you called us for help?

Let's help you now!-
- They tricked me!

- Now we can help you, come!
- Tony bhai, I've kids!

Woo! Markaz bhai! Mr. Gupta is getting
all sentimental, this bugger!

There you go!

Please! Markaz bhai, Please!

Come on, go that side.
And don't make noise!

Do not miss, search every
goddamn room here!

Go that side.

Hey! No, no, don't...

Bhai, they are not over there!

Arreh! Bhai, bhai, don't!

Hey, what's all this!

Bhai! Spare me bhai,
I didn't do anything!

Hey! Markaz, please-
- Mr. Shishir Tili, change of business?

I tried to stop them,
believe me!

Ask Laltoo if you
don't believe me!

Bhai, leave me!

Becoming a whore wasn't
such a good idea, was it?

Nothing to watch here, carry
on with what you're doing.

Move!

Tony bhai! Markaz bhai, please!

Wait my brother, let's
talk here, right?

Let's enjoy a little,
have a chat.

I wasn't with them!

What's the hurry?
You're always in a rush, man!

What's the problem!

No, no... question doesn't
arise. This is my prey, my kill.

My prey, my kill, I told you, right?

My prey...

- Yes! Laltoo, tell me.

Leave it man,
how long will they hide!

All the rats have to come
out of their holes someday!

Who's there?-
- Kashinath!

Any news of Kaushik?- - No, absconding
since his brother was killed.

And Shishir and
Tribhuban's families?

Yes, I have shifted them.

Basheer, your wife?

Basheer...-

She's killed herself.

I spoke to quite a few people.
Can't be on a run anymore.

Can change line of business...

But respect?

Peace of mind?

It would be great if
Laltoo was with us.

There are more
powerful guys than him.

Can't we do something, Qasim?

I'll try one last time. My boss is
no longer with me you see.

You see politics is
made of turncoats.

A few deaths will turn them
again, right, Basheer?

I also think so.

It's time to mobilise people.
There is a lull.

It's the correct time.

It would be of help if one
man were with us...

Who?

Saqlain Maqsood.

Son of Parvez Maqsood.

He's back.

When was he gone?

He was looking to take control of the River
after his father died.

Get it, Akhtar? He is the new
boss of all pirates and smugglers.

Police and coast guards
are shit scared!

Why, has the Syndicate
lost contr-

We've to be more careful
because things are quiet.

Untill we kill each of
those scumbags.

We need Saqlain Maqsood with
us to get the full control.

Chheno, fix the meeting.

I, Laltoo, Tony &...

where is he?

Absent today as well?

No, he couldn't make it, bro.

You know how it is.

Even bloody I don't
feature in this matter.

Nor does my opinion.-
- But we're not here to play games.

Disorganized crime swamps the area,
Laltoo can't manage this anarchy alone...

Besides, my uncle's murderers
are roaming freely,

Does he have no responsibility?
Such a short memory?

Akhtar bhai, I think it
isn't Markaz's fault.

That woman casts a spell.
I have seen them together.

The more the love,
the more the addiction!

'Addiction', indeed.

The man who was crying helplessly
at the funeral,

forgets guns, business,
revenge... everything!

You were better off in that land
Why come here to drench yourself?

I'm drowning and floating in this sea
The swim is unending

You were better off in that land
Why come here to drench yourself?

I'm drowning and floating in this sea
The swim is unending

This pretence to stay away
Riding on complaints and regrets

The wind of laughter caresses my body
Fills up my eyes, like yours

I keep lathering my walls with paint
Hoping that you will visit me

Let my time
Spread across your clock

The lines of my fortune
That you have written

And then again
A tic tac toe of mistakes made

I too have called out to you
In the end

By the nicknames I've given you
By mistake

Meet my eyes, slowly Like a tram

I stumble upon it yet again
Before I let it fly

You come through my window
With your night long conversations

When the tired ships are gone
You can talk about me

I have burnt my hands
In the fire of your simple heart

Let my time
Spread across your clock

The lines of my fortune
That you have written

And then again
A tic tac toe of mistakes made

I too have called out to you
In the end

By the nicknames I've given you
By mistake

The lines of my fortune
That you have written

And then again
A tic tac tow of mistakes made

I too have called out to you
In the end

By the nicknames I've given you
By mistake

Akhtar will have to share the
revenue from here.

Then we head straight
to the South, okay, Markaz?

Far away from this dirty business.

We'll invest in small
properties & mutual funds.

A new project is coming
up on the Bypass road.

Fifty storeys.

And a swimming pool
on the terrace!

Almost like swimming
in the clouds. Get it, Romeo?

God knows its rate
per square feet...

chuck it. We're good with the
Jodhpur Park or Golf Gardens locality.

The initial two or three
years, we'll only travel.

And yes,

telling you beforehand, I want
wallpapers & a wading pool.

I have selected a chandelier
for the living room but...

oh yes, a bathtub is
very important, okay?

Of course we'll fight
over bags and shoes, can't help.

Want to open a
restaurant, Markaz.

And for the capital...

My mole says they're
silently ganging up.

They may attack anytime.

There's still time,
I'm telling you.

Let's finalise a settlement
with Saqlain Maqsood.

Settlement is only for equals, Pavel.

And we'll be equals only when
Markaz bhai gets out of bed and joins us.

As the saying goes, if a dead
elephant costs a lac,

a toothless tiger would
be at least five?

What say, Tony bhai?

Your sister is right,
brother-in-law.

You have changed too
fast & too much!

Pricing friends, huh? Not bad.

See Tony bhai, you're a good man.

But people say you've
milked the Syndicate fund for years.

That's a damn lie,
how dare you say that!-

- Let me complete.

No one would be happier
than me if this were a damn lie.

Point is, I am just looking
at one thing right now.

Revenge.

'Zulfiqar'... know what
the word means?

The Prophet's sword was called 'Zulfiqar'.

And that sword slicing apart each
of those dogs, is all I can see.

No friends, family,
acquaintances, none!

Wo! Nephew,
let me tell you something..

You're still new in this
area so you don't...-

- See you.

I'll try & get Markaz to the meeting
but can't promise anything.

Actually neither can I...
regarding anything.

Chheno, stay here, need
to get a few things.

I've observed you. You carry the
true legacy of Zulfi bhai.

The same brilliance, the same
bravery, the same kind of ambitions.

Wasn't this ambitious.

But one embezzles money and
the other is busy with a woman.

Forget about revenge, they've
forgotten the business too.

I just need them to convince
Saqlain and kill Basheer. Otherwise...

they're of no use
in the long run.

But after those dogs are hunted down,
Markaz bhai will surely come to you.

For his share.

And not for himself.
You know very well, for whom.

God! I just know that
women!

She was married before
Mr. Tamal too, in Kalighat.

The man was poor,
couldn't handle her.

Then she married her distant
relative, Mr. Tamal.

She got his property.

Later discovered Mr. Tamal
was a big time gambler.

She lost both, the
property and Mr. Tamal.

Then she came to Zulfi bhai.

Think about it, Zulfi
bhai's grave is still fresh.

Look at her,
romancing Markaz shamelessly!

I'm telling you...

this girl...

can make her men do anything
for money, power and security.

She can change her
choice of men too.

Didn't get you...-
- Why...

killing two birds with
the same stone.

So, how are you doing, dear Basheer?

All good?

Don't be scared. I'll be gone now.

But I'll come back again once.

Listen to me Zulfi,
I had no other way out.

I didn't have a choice!-
- I know.

I know.

I know everything now.

You'll get to know everything
too. And when you do so...

that's when I'll
come back again.

Once again.

Get to know what?

What is left for me to know?

What will I get to know?

What will I come to
know? What?

What do you want to say, huh?

What?

I've no idea what you're saying.

Stay alert.

Greetings, Saqlain bhai, come.-
- Greetings.

So...

where are the others?-
- Yes, Markaz and Pavel.

They'll be here soon,
they're on their way.

Are they?

There.

Welcome Markaz!
We were wating for you.

You have disappeared and how!

So...
done with your reunion?

Tell me, how do I help
my father's murderers...-

- Hang on, Saqlain bhai.

Don't trust the hearsay.

The Syndicate did reject
your father's proposal.

But only Basheer and
Kashinath murdered him.

Along with Zulfiqar...-
- That's wrong!

Uncle killed only those
terrorists.

Really.

Were you there?-
- As if you were there?

Guys, relax!
I was there.

Markaz too. We were there.
Yes.

Anyway.

Let's discuss the deal.

You know about Markaz? He is
the best fighter of this area.

Police is with us and public hasn't
forgiven Basheer and Kashinath.

Finish them & join us.
You'll profit.

I don't want to
listen to all this.

Along with Basheer & Kashinath,

Zulfiqar's name is involved
in my father's murder too.

So I won't take sides actively.

Get it?-
- Fine. You don't have to.

You can cooperate with us..

Make sure those swines
don't escape through waterways.

And in exchange I'll help your stuff
pass the Customs. Okay?

Don't you move, you ass!

Stop!

Grab him. Grab that jerk!-
- Kill him!

Get him!

Hey! You bastard!

Stop, you bugger!

Get out of the way!

Come fast, they have attacked
Pavel, come on!

Saqlain! Stay alert! They mustn't
escape via the River.

Given my word, shared
food. Have faith.

In a hurry?

Made a mistake getting out
of the rat hole, Kashi bhai!

News is out! Your days are numbered.

Forget me.
What about you?

Lazy Sunday afternoon.

What's your choice? A leg piece?
Or the ribs?

Or do you want the liver?

What?

No, Basheer bhai! Please!

Come on! Move!

Stay down you bugger!

Shoot that bugger!

Bloody bastard!

Danish, run!

Move! Faster, faster!

Crap! Reverse the car!

You were the first to shoot, right?

Don't, Markaz.

Shoot him! Shoot him!

Tony, we've worked
together, please!

Don't kill me, Tony!

No, no, no... don't!

Tony bhai!-
- Tony!

Tony!

Danish!

Danish!

Stop firing!

You could've told me, right?

Yes, right.

What would I've told you?

That I've framed your
dear friend as a terrorist...

with the help of fake evidence?

That we provoked you against
him, so that you join us?

Brother, do I have the word,
'Idiot' witten on my forehead?

I don't know what's written
on your forehead, Kashinath.

Because like your fate,
your forehead is doomed.

Do you know what Danish told me?

He told me that you are the
illegitimate brother of Pariza.

But, now...

a new question arises.

Why did you do this to Zulfiqar?

Huh?

Basheer, do you know the name
of India's deputy prime minister?

What!

Our Vice-president's name?

Or the second guys who stepped on
the Moon or climbed the Everest?

Deputy, vice, second
position, silver medals...

no one remembers these, Basheer.

If you've to reach the top...-

'News for the deaf and dumb.'

Excuse me! Where's Rani?

She's upstairs.

They say they've been waiting since
Uncle's time to take over the bar.

His shoulders and eyes,
you've inherited both.

The Syndicate has been disbanded now.

Basheer & Kashinath
are finished too.

You see, now people
come to me for help

Otherwise they go to Laltoo.

Markaz & Tony are hardly...-
- Did you eat anything since morning?

Want something to eat?

The same ambitions.

Otherwise, the foreign-returned
guitar player, our Mr. Akhtar...

and here you are...-
- They've money, Rani.

They are important,
I can't say no to them.

I'll have to listen to them.

Can't refuse!

I have nothing except
this Blue Nile Bar.

'We', have nothing, except this.

I had no way out.

I did it for us.

We couldn't have lived
on the road.

Nor in that small room of yours.

A luxury yesterday is a
need today.

Everyone buys the
future, Markaz.

Please!

Please!

I'm doing good these days

The nights look dazzling without you

I'm doing good these days

I'm doing good these days

The nights look dazzling without you

I'm doing good these days

My feet don't get numb
To cross the road anymore

The numerous Norwesters
Don't hit me anymore

Listen, there's nothing
called habit in this world

To change is to stay alive

And I'll live for another 100 years
Know this

Even if the streets become empty

I'm doing good these days

The nights look dazzling without you

I'm doing good

Anyway, take rest. We must go
now. Enough talking.

What rest are you
talking about, man?

I've to get back to work. How'll
you run the show alone?

So much of accounting
and financial disputes...-

I'll take care of the show.

Just don't worry.
You take rest.

Oh! That's very sweet of you,
I'll tell you that.

Let's go.

We were just leaving.-
- Bye, Laltoo Das.

Oh hello!-
- Hello.

I haven't seen you
around, Sister. New?

What's your name?-
- Niyati. (Destiny)

Niyati Dey.

I have resolved Chheno's matter.-
- Good, he wasn't reliable at all.

Hmm.

That means, it's just
you, I & Tony now.

I've employed a young
boy for the accounts.

He'll stay in my control.

And Tony?

Good, the Syndicate's gone.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.

Besides, Democracy doesn't
work everywhere, Laltoo.

In that case, 'Democracy' becomes
'Democrazy'.

That means, now I'm the legal one
and you, the 'un-legal' one.

Unless you get transferred
like in Hindi films.

You're a witness to so much after all.-
- As in?

Just kidding.

Sir, the car has arrived.

Tell him I'm coming.

So long, Arghya.

You now know all the
people & the incidents.

Now, handle it yourself.

And yes, remember one thing.

Grass, grasshopper, rat,
snake, hawk, human...

Food chain.
Bye.

I'll leave now.

Watch your paunch!

Oh saviour! God, the saviour!

Oh saviour! God, the saviour!

A saint sings From an old Mosque

Oh saviour! God, the saviour!

A saint sings From an old Mosque

Lifeless dolls and lifeless songs
Make up only for regrets

The King fell very ill

The palace burnt
The heart broke down

The King's crown, the King's cape
Shall adorn someone else today

A s aint sings
From an old Mosque

Oh saviour! God, the saviour!

Oh saviour! God, the saviour!

Everyone fell off one by one
As the throne kept guffawing

When Violence is your lover
Why will the throne shy away

He who is a friend
Changes colour in a moment

The smile that charmed you
Turned out fake in the end, too

It is among all this, that
I must walk the dusk

This is how the dusty, empty streets
Teach me how to live

A saint sings From an old Mosque

Lifeless dolls and lifeless songs
Make up only for regrets

The King fell very ill

The palace burnt
The heart broke down

I protect my wounds with this hand
Thanking else with it

And with the other hand
I grab my weapon

A miscalculation
And a night was coloured with blood

Who'll carry this to God?
Where do I write my letter to?

It is among all this, that
I must walk the dusk

This is how the dusty, empty streets
Teach me how to live

A saint sings From an old Mosque

Lifeless dolls and lifeless songs
Make up only for regrets

The King fell very ill

The palace burnt
The heart broke down

The King's crown, the King's cape
Shall adorn someone else today

A saint sings From an old Mosque

A saint sings From an old Mosque

Oh saviour! God, the saviour!

Oh saviour! God, the saviour!

Oh saviour! God, the saviour!

Oh saviour! God, the saviour!

IF