Mirzapur (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Wafadar - full transcript
A generation-old rivalry is rekindled.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the wait is over!
Presenting the next
act of the Ram Leela!
All hail Lord Ram!
Can I have some?
No, it's mine.
Get your own!
Now we'll see how
Shurpanakha lost her nose!
Even Shurpanakha has arrived.
Where is Bauji, Akhanda?
He must be on his
way, Rati Shankar.
What an abundant garden!
Yes, Mistress.
We'll definitely
find fruit here.
Munna! For you, have fun!
Here, sir. Have a seat.
Sit, sit.
Greetings!
Shurpanakha's just come.
Go on then.
Bring the fruit...
As you command, Mistress.
These are Thakur's goons!
Take Munna and go!
You're being cocky, Tripathi.
But you've forgotten that
Mirzapur has only one don:
Ajit Thakur.
I will rule Mirzapur.
Bauji, he's broken the code, attacked
us in our family's presence.
Motherfucker!
Mirzapur will soon belong to the
Tripathis, not the Thakurs!
How much longer?
Another two hours, Thakur sir.
Akhanda! Rati Shankar!
Let's go!
You brought this upon
yourself, Ajit Thakur.
You sent your men when
I was with family.
I'm just returning the favour.
Ajit Thakur is no more.
Here is the proof!
Mirzapur is now mine!
I am...
Satyanand Tripathi!
Mirzapur's new don.
I will have two successors.
Akhandanand Tripathi...
and
Munna Tripathi.
And this is...
Rati Shankar Shukla.
He's like family...
loyal.
Long live Satyanand Tripathi!
It would've been easier
to just shoot him.
Fine.
Is your decision final, Sharad?
Won't you come handle the
family business in Jaunpur?
Your question doesn't change
and neither does my answer.
I don't want any part of this...
business.
Once I'm done with my Bachelor's,
I'll apply for Master's.
I want Mirzapur, Sharad.
At any cost.
You have Jaunpur.
Isn't that enough?
Leave Mirzapur alone.
And Papa, forget about the scar.
How can I?!
It keeps my memory sharp.
I sent a guy to
take care of Munna.
He failed, the cuntlicker.
Even though Munna is the weakest
link in the Tripathi family.
You're going after the pawn.
But chess is won by
killing the king.
And not on his ground.
Wait for when Akhandanand
is on neutral ground.
Easy.
Come on man, drive the car.
Sharad's flight is in two hours.
Good morning, sir.
Come in, darling.
Please, sir. You could
just call me Raja.
Why do you always pull my leg?
Well, it's not like you
have anything else to pull.
- Is the car ready?
- Yes, sir.
Alright.
Sir!
Hmm?
Ma'am, what shall
I make for lunch?
Greetings bhaiya.
- Greetings kaaleen.
Greetings sir.
Greetings sir, the
iron is ready.
Sir, where does all
this iron come from?
Homespun guns are made from the
steering wheels of trucks.
Cheap and best.
Earlier, we used to use parts
from cars and motorcycles.
You're in charge of
quality control, Upadhay.
They shouldn't be exploding.
Yes, sir.
All these... are ready.
Show them.
Sir. The ones you gave us...
These...
These are sexier.
We don't make these.
We import them for
special clients.
And, of course, for family.
Sir!
And... where do the
bullets come from?
Numerous roads.
The higher the toll,
the better the road.
How many guns were
fired, Dikshit?
Sixty-five, sir.
And how many boxes
were confiscated?
Sir, thirty-five.
The rest?
Vanished.
Bullets are just like
printer cartridges.
You can buy originals, or get
refills for the old ones.
The printer will work
with either cartridge.
We take these used shells,
fill them with gunpowder
and cork them.
It's spanking-new.
Last month, we'd
hired two new boys.
After lunch, they
lit a cigarette.
And blew up.
Thank the Lord, the
factory was untouched.
Maqbool, get the car.
Long live JP Yadav!
How is the Honorable Chief
Minister, Mr JP Yadav?
Brother's fine.
Election season's
here, so he's busy.
The opposition is investing a lot of
money in Mirzapur this time around.
They'll give us a fight.
No, nothing to worry about.
All of Uttar Pradesh
stands with you.
The fuck will Uttar Pradesh
do for us, Tripathi?
The people of Uttar Pradesh
must be on our side.
People say, politicians
are greedy whores.
It's the public who are whores.
They go sleep with whoever
offers them money.
Do you understand?
I do.
Well, then, where is my money?
You rule over Mirzapur, the
throne of eastern Uttar Pradesh.
And you do that because the Chief
Minister and I support you.
The day we snatch away that support,
you'll be begging in the streets.
Mr JP Yadav, the business
is not doing well.
I'm working on it.
Are you?
I'll get you the
funds, don't worry.
Why would I worry?
There are many businessmen
in Uttar Pradesh
but only one Chief Minister.
Oh, Rati Shankar got
in touch with me.
He called me.
Just a courtesy call.
It doesn't really involve you
but I figured I'd let you know.
Come, come, Satya!
Take a look at this
poster, Mr Yadav.
Got them printed for publicity.
How tall do you stand?
5'8".
How tall do you
stand in the party?
Why is your picture the same
size as the Chief Minister's?
I'll get it changed.
How many did you print?
20,000.
Mr Prakash, once you get them re-sized
and printed, send the bill to me.
Hmm?
Come.
Okay. Greetings.
Long live JP Yadav!
East or west! JP
Yadav is the best!
Maqbool. Fix a
meeting with Lala.
Long live JP Yadav!
Listen.
Put my photograph
on the poster too.
Right next to the
Chief Minister.
The same size.
Black nail polish? Yuck!
Sis, this nail polish is for me,
not everything is about boys.
Look at how it's sparkling!
And that's how you
service a gun.
I don't care.
Anyway, what will I do with it?
What if you'll need to fire
it to save me someday?
Go on, give it a shot.
Alright fine, don't.
Can I ask you something, Golu?
Hmm?
Should I take things
forward with Guddu?
You're asking for
my advice on love?
I've never even had a boyfriend.
You should try it.
Where will all this
reading get you?
You gotta have some
fun before marriage.
Sis, you can have all the
fun for the both of us!
See ya.
Come quickly, papa.
It's your turn.
Yes, yes. I'm coming.
I'm here.
You've serviced the gun well.
My turn...
And, how's college going?
Oh, it's fine.
If there's any trouble,
tell Munna bhaiya.
You girls probably
see him every day.
Munna is the one
causing the trouble.
He swoops down on sis all the
time, wherever she goes.
Munna bhaiya will be king
of Mirzapur one day.
And his bride will
rule over the town.
Well, then let some other
girl's fate shine.
What do I care?
And why do you keep referring
to him so respectfully?
He's a roadside
goon, that's all!
Radhiya!
Yes?
Munna looks tired.
Go, help him relax.
Ma'am...
He's very rough.
Like an animal,
he doesn't stop for hours.
Oh?
Please, not tonight. I can't...
Go.
Go on.
Neither your home nor mine.
Neutral ground is always best.
Lala, I want greater
quantities of "silk".
Munna isn't here?
He usually comes in your place.
He's under the weather.
The elections are almost here.
I need more money.
Mr Tripathi, you already know...
silk is like diamonds.
Only by controlling the supply
can you control the price.
But, we're old friends.
I'll give it a try.
Here, give me the bill.
No, no.
This... is for my daughter.
I'll take your leave now.
Precaution is wise, Lala.
Weren't you guys already dating?
Yes, but our marriage
is arranged.
Don't change the subject.
I'm telling you right now.
If you don't attend
my wedding, then...
Then what? You
won't get married?
Yes, exactly!
Salaam, Abbu.
Yes, salaam.
Oh my, you've bought
the whole market.
Abbu, this is my friend, Dimpy.
Greetings.
She lives in Mirzapur.
I asked her to help
me with the shopping.
And lo behold, here she is.
Your mutton.
Thank you.
Hi, I'm RJ Surbhi on 95 Big FM.
And in the Breezy Bihari series, we've
gathered the breeziest babes of Bihar.
Greetings bhaiya.
Kaaleen bhaiya,
All of Purvanchal respects you.
Maqbool, they don't
respect me, they fear me.
But, that's the
problem with fear.
It doesn't last.
Let's go.
Greetings, sir!
- How are you?
- Fine, sir.
Been a while, hasn't it?
You know me, I always drop
in when I'm passing through.
Get me some buttermilk.
Sir!
Maqbool!
We need the motherfuckers alive.
Wait.
Get them motherfuckers!
Forgive us!
Who was it?
If we give you his
name, he'll kill us.
Rati Shankar sent us.
He supplied the guns and money.
He usually gives us a photo.
But everyone knows
Kaaleen bhaiya.
Maqbool,
I'm leaving.
Yes, sir.
Forgive us!
I have children!
Your children will thank me
if I kill you right here.
Anyway, what will you
be leaving them with?
The worst thing in the
world is a father.
Don't kill me.
I'm nobody's father!
Let me...
You gave me Rati Shankar's
name, didn't you?
I won't shoot you.
It looks like Rati Shankar's
brain has short-circuited.
So far...
he'd been conducting guerrila
attacks like a yellow-bellied cunt.
He went after Munna...
and then me.
Let's kill Rati Shankar Shukla.
He thinks we're idiots.
Munna, calm down.
Why the fuck should I?
Shut up.
Son, Rati Shankar will be ready
and waiting for us to retaliate.
We'll deal with him
at the right time.
Let's bring up the matter
in the next meeting, Bauji.
All the district dons
will be there too.
Fuckall will happen with
all your chattering.
This again?
Breathe in!
Breathe out.
Oh, and...
you need to explain the gun
distribution system to Guddu and Bablu.
I'll handle the rest.
Alright, Bauji.
I'll be going. I'd just
come for your advice.
You sit on Mirzapur's
throne, Akhanda, not I.
Whatever decision you take,
it will be the right one.
I'm leaving too.
I shouldn't have left
things unfinished.
The wound is deep.
Lie down.
Here.
Greetings, Bauji.
Some water, please?
What happened, Rati Shankar?
You're looking nervous.
Loyal.
Do you think I'm your dog?
Akhanda!
Don't kill him.
Don't kill him.
He was shot in the spine.
He might be paralysed.
Maqbool.
Yes, Bauji?
How's your mother?
She'll be fine, she's
in the hospital.
Maqbool Khan will always
be loyal to you, Bauji.
No matter what.
Akhanda.
Bring Rati Shankar...
Rati...
Loyalty
is not a dirty word,
it's a virtue.
I give you Jaunpur.
Do not even glance
towards Mirzapur.
Akhanda.
Leave him at the border...
alive.
We were brothers, Rati Shankar.
No, we weren't, Akhanda!
We weren't.
You know this as well as I do.
And if anyone knows
this better than us...
it's Bauji.
- Don't you mention Bauji!
You shot Bauji!
Do you think we'll let
you get away with that?
This will remind you that you were kicked
out of Mirzapur like a bloody dog.
A dog that
couldn't even be loyal.
There he is.
Has Munna arrived?
Yes, he's inside.
This is the Tripathi family.
We make guns, and
control them too.
These are the distributors.
They procure guns from
us, and sell them.
And most important of all,
the customer.
They buy guns from
the distributors.
And who heads this
entire network?
Munna Tripathi.
Sir, if you...
if you kill someone with a homespun
gun, doesn't the gun get traced?
And what if you get caught?
Homespun guns don't have
registration numbers.
Also, the guns are
merely 1500-2000 rupees.
Whack someone and dump
the gun in a ditch.
And anyway, homespun guns
aren't used only to kill.
They can be used to
scare people too.
Also in election rallies,
for celebrating...
Like you did at that
wedding the other day?
I want you to expand
the gun business.
Do so, whether with
brains, or brawn.
You have a free hand.
Will you be able to do it?
Yes...
Yes, why not? Of course.
Yes.
I tried really hard this time.
Did you...
Yes, of course.
Didn't you hear me?
Are you sure?
Why would I lie?
You were great.
Come in, Munna bhaiya.
What brings you to my
room this morning?
Come.
Papa thinks I'm a dickhead.
That I can't handle
the business.
You're not a dickhead!
I'm confident you can
handle the business.
And handle it well, at that.
Your father is growing old.
Trust me, I'd know.
Sooner or later, you'll
control the business.
Just be prepared,
Munna bhaiya...
for when the time comes.
Why do you call me Munna bhaiya?
Call me Munna.
After all, our relationship is also...
Alright, I'll call you Munna.
Munna.
But, don't you dare call me Mum.
How does it smell?
Ittar of rose.
There's some here too.
Sir?
Hmm?
We've rolled out eight
trucks of carpet.
Alright, very good.
Sir, there was one more thing.
Yes?
We've just had a daughter, sir.
We came for your blessings.
Keep it.
What have you named her?
Sir, we've named her
after your wife.
Beena.
Okay.
Harder!
Kaaleen bhaiya never
lasts this long.
Translate: ReTail
the wait is over!
Presenting the next
act of the Ram Leela!
All hail Lord Ram!
Can I have some?
No, it's mine.
Get your own!
Now we'll see how
Shurpanakha lost her nose!
Even Shurpanakha has arrived.
Where is Bauji, Akhanda?
He must be on his
way, Rati Shankar.
What an abundant garden!
Yes, Mistress.
We'll definitely
find fruit here.
Munna! For you, have fun!
Here, sir. Have a seat.
Sit, sit.
Greetings!
Shurpanakha's just come.
Go on then.
Bring the fruit...
As you command, Mistress.
These are Thakur's goons!
Take Munna and go!
You're being cocky, Tripathi.
But you've forgotten that
Mirzapur has only one don:
Ajit Thakur.
I will rule Mirzapur.
Bauji, he's broken the code, attacked
us in our family's presence.
Motherfucker!
Mirzapur will soon belong to the
Tripathis, not the Thakurs!
How much longer?
Another two hours, Thakur sir.
Akhanda! Rati Shankar!
Let's go!
You brought this upon
yourself, Ajit Thakur.
You sent your men when
I was with family.
I'm just returning the favour.
Ajit Thakur is no more.
Here is the proof!
Mirzapur is now mine!
I am...
Satyanand Tripathi!
Mirzapur's new don.
I will have two successors.
Akhandanand Tripathi...
and
Munna Tripathi.
And this is...
Rati Shankar Shukla.
He's like family...
loyal.
Long live Satyanand Tripathi!
It would've been easier
to just shoot him.
Fine.
Is your decision final, Sharad?
Won't you come handle the
family business in Jaunpur?
Your question doesn't change
and neither does my answer.
I don't want any part of this...
business.
Once I'm done with my Bachelor's,
I'll apply for Master's.
I want Mirzapur, Sharad.
At any cost.
You have Jaunpur.
Isn't that enough?
Leave Mirzapur alone.
And Papa, forget about the scar.
How can I?!
It keeps my memory sharp.
I sent a guy to
take care of Munna.
He failed, the cuntlicker.
Even though Munna is the weakest
link in the Tripathi family.
You're going after the pawn.
But chess is won by
killing the king.
And not on his ground.
Wait for when Akhandanand
is on neutral ground.
Easy.
Come on man, drive the car.
Sharad's flight is in two hours.
Good morning, sir.
Come in, darling.
Please, sir. You could
just call me Raja.
Why do you always pull my leg?
Well, it's not like you
have anything else to pull.
- Is the car ready?
- Yes, sir.
Alright.
Sir!
Hmm?
Ma'am, what shall
I make for lunch?
Greetings bhaiya.
- Greetings kaaleen.
Greetings sir.
Greetings sir, the
iron is ready.
Sir, where does all
this iron come from?
Homespun guns are made from the
steering wheels of trucks.
Cheap and best.
Earlier, we used to use parts
from cars and motorcycles.
You're in charge of
quality control, Upadhay.
They shouldn't be exploding.
Yes, sir.
All these... are ready.
Show them.
Sir. The ones you gave us...
These...
These are sexier.
We don't make these.
We import them for
special clients.
And, of course, for family.
Sir!
And... where do the
bullets come from?
Numerous roads.
The higher the toll,
the better the road.
How many guns were
fired, Dikshit?
Sixty-five, sir.
And how many boxes
were confiscated?
Sir, thirty-five.
The rest?
Vanished.
Bullets are just like
printer cartridges.
You can buy originals, or get
refills for the old ones.
The printer will work
with either cartridge.
We take these used shells,
fill them with gunpowder
and cork them.
It's spanking-new.
Last month, we'd
hired two new boys.
After lunch, they
lit a cigarette.
And blew up.
Thank the Lord, the
factory was untouched.
Maqbool, get the car.
Long live JP Yadav!
How is the Honorable Chief
Minister, Mr JP Yadav?
Brother's fine.
Election season's
here, so he's busy.
The opposition is investing a lot of
money in Mirzapur this time around.
They'll give us a fight.
No, nothing to worry about.
All of Uttar Pradesh
stands with you.
The fuck will Uttar Pradesh
do for us, Tripathi?
The people of Uttar Pradesh
must be on our side.
People say, politicians
are greedy whores.
It's the public who are whores.
They go sleep with whoever
offers them money.
Do you understand?
I do.
Well, then, where is my money?
You rule over Mirzapur, the
throne of eastern Uttar Pradesh.
And you do that because the Chief
Minister and I support you.
The day we snatch away that support,
you'll be begging in the streets.
Mr JP Yadav, the business
is not doing well.
I'm working on it.
Are you?
I'll get you the
funds, don't worry.
Why would I worry?
There are many businessmen
in Uttar Pradesh
but only one Chief Minister.
Oh, Rati Shankar got
in touch with me.
He called me.
Just a courtesy call.
It doesn't really involve you
but I figured I'd let you know.
Come, come, Satya!
Take a look at this
poster, Mr Yadav.
Got them printed for publicity.
How tall do you stand?
5'8".
How tall do you
stand in the party?
Why is your picture the same
size as the Chief Minister's?
I'll get it changed.
How many did you print?
20,000.
Mr Prakash, once you get them re-sized
and printed, send the bill to me.
Hmm?
Come.
Okay. Greetings.
Long live JP Yadav!
East or west! JP
Yadav is the best!
Maqbool. Fix a
meeting with Lala.
Long live JP Yadav!
Listen.
Put my photograph
on the poster too.
Right next to the
Chief Minister.
The same size.
Black nail polish? Yuck!
Sis, this nail polish is for me,
not everything is about boys.
Look at how it's sparkling!
And that's how you
service a gun.
I don't care.
Anyway, what will I do with it?
What if you'll need to fire
it to save me someday?
Go on, give it a shot.
Alright fine, don't.
Can I ask you something, Golu?
Hmm?
Should I take things
forward with Guddu?
You're asking for
my advice on love?
I've never even had a boyfriend.
You should try it.
Where will all this
reading get you?
You gotta have some
fun before marriage.
Sis, you can have all the
fun for the both of us!
See ya.
Come quickly, papa.
It's your turn.
Yes, yes. I'm coming.
I'm here.
You've serviced the gun well.
My turn...
And, how's college going?
Oh, it's fine.
If there's any trouble,
tell Munna bhaiya.
You girls probably
see him every day.
Munna is the one
causing the trouble.
He swoops down on sis all the
time, wherever she goes.
Munna bhaiya will be king
of Mirzapur one day.
And his bride will
rule over the town.
Well, then let some other
girl's fate shine.
What do I care?
And why do you keep referring
to him so respectfully?
He's a roadside
goon, that's all!
Radhiya!
Yes?
Munna looks tired.
Go, help him relax.
Ma'am...
He's very rough.
Like an animal,
he doesn't stop for hours.
Oh?
Please, not tonight. I can't...
Go.
Go on.
Neither your home nor mine.
Neutral ground is always best.
Lala, I want greater
quantities of "silk".
Munna isn't here?
He usually comes in your place.
He's under the weather.
The elections are almost here.
I need more money.
Mr Tripathi, you already know...
silk is like diamonds.
Only by controlling the supply
can you control the price.
But, we're old friends.
I'll give it a try.
Here, give me the bill.
No, no.
This... is for my daughter.
I'll take your leave now.
Precaution is wise, Lala.
Weren't you guys already dating?
Yes, but our marriage
is arranged.
Don't change the subject.
I'm telling you right now.
If you don't attend
my wedding, then...
Then what? You
won't get married?
Yes, exactly!
Salaam, Abbu.
Yes, salaam.
Oh my, you've bought
the whole market.
Abbu, this is my friend, Dimpy.
Greetings.
She lives in Mirzapur.
I asked her to help
me with the shopping.
And lo behold, here she is.
Your mutton.
Thank you.
Hi, I'm RJ Surbhi on 95 Big FM.
And in the Breezy Bihari series, we've
gathered the breeziest babes of Bihar.
Greetings bhaiya.
Kaaleen bhaiya,
All of Purvanchal respects you.
Maqbool, they don't
respect me, they fear me.
But, that's the
problem with fear.
It doesn't last.
Let's go.
Greetings, sir!
- How are you?
- Fine, sir.
Been a while, hasn't it?
You know me, I always drop
in when I'm passing through.
Get me some buttermilk.
Sir!
Maqbool!
We need the motherfuckers alive.
Wait.
Get them motherfuckers!
Forgive us!
Who was it?
If we give you his
name, he'll kill us.
Rati Shankar sent us.
He supplied the guns and money.
He usually gives us a photo.
But everyone knows
Kaaleen bhaiya.
Maqbool,
I'm leaving.
Yes, sir.
Forgive us!
I have children!
Your children will thank me
if I kill you right here.
Anyway, what will you
be leaving them with?
The worst thing in the
world is a father.
Don't kill me.
I'm nobody's father!
Let me...
You gave me Rati Shankar's
name, didn't you?
I won't shoot you.
It looks like Rati Shankar's
brain has short-circuited.
So far...
he'd been conducting guerrila
attacks like a yellow-bellied cunt.
He went after Munna...
and then me.
Let's kill Rati Shankar Shukla.
He thinks we're idiots.
Munna, calm down.
Why the fuck should I?
Shut up.
Son, Rati Shankar will be ready
and waiting for us to retaliate.
We'll deal with him
at the right time.
Let's bring up the matter
in the next meeting, Bauji.
All the district dons
will be there too.
Fuckall will happen with
all your chattering.
This again?
Breathe in!
Breathe out.
Oh, and...
you need to explain the gun
distribution system to Guddu and Bablu.
I'll handle the rest.
Alright, Bauji.
I'll be going. I'd just
come for your advice.
You sit on Mirzapur's
throne, Akhanda, not I.
Whatever decision you take,
it will be the right one.
I'm leaving too.
I shouldn't have left
things unfinished.
The wound is deep.
Lie down.
Here.
Greetings, Bauji.
Some water, please?
What happened, Rati Shankar?
You're looking nervous.
Loyal.
Do you think I'm your dog?
Akhanda!
Don't kill him.
Don't kill him.
He was shot in the spine.
He might be paralysed.
Maqbool.
Yes, Bauji?
How's your mother?
She'll be fine, she's
in the hospital.
Maqbool Khan will always
be loyal to you, Bauji.
No matter what.
Akhanda.
Bring Rati Shankar...
Rati...
Loyalty
is not a dirty word,
it's a virtue.
I give you Jaunpur.
Do not even glance
towards Mirzapur.
Akhanda.
Leave him at the border...
alive.
We were brothers, Rati Shankar.
No, we weren't, Akhanda!
We weren't.
You know this as well as I do.
And if anyone knows
this better than us...
it's Bauji.
- Don't you mention Bauji!
You shot Bauji!
Do you think we'll let
you get away with that?
This will remind you that you were kicked
out of Mirzapur like a bloody dog.
A dog that
couldn't even be loyal.
There he is.
Has Munna arrived?
Yes, he's inside.
This is the Tripathi family.
We make guns, and
control them too.
These are the distributors.
They procure guns from
us, and sell them.
And most important of all,
the customer.
They buy guns from
the distributors.
And who heads this
entire network?
Munna Tripathi.
Sir, if you...
if you kill someone with a homespun
gun, doesn't the gun get traced?
And what if you get caught?
Homespun guns don't have
registration numbers.
Also, the guns are
merely 1500-2000 rupees.
Whack someone and dump
the gun in a ditch.
And anyway, homespun guns
aren't used only to kill.
They can be used to
scare people too.
Also in election rallies,
for celebrating...
Like you did at that
wedding the other day?
I want you to expand
the gun business.
Do so, whether with
brains, or brawn.
You have a free hand.
Will you be able to do it?
Yes...
Yes, why not? Of course.
Yes.
I tried really hard this time.
Did you...
Yes, of course.
Didn't you hear me?
Are you sure?
Why would I lie?
You were great.
Come in, Munna bhaiya.
What brings you to my
room this morning?
Come.
Papa thinks I'm a dickhead.
That I can't handle
the business.
You're not a dickhead!
I'm confident you can
handle the business.
And handle it well, at that.
Your father is growing old.
Trust me, I'd know.
Sooner or later, you'll
control the business.
Just be prepared,
Munna bhaiya...
for when the time comes.
Why do you call me Munna bhaiya?
Call me Munna.
After all, our relationship is also...
Alright, I'll call you Munna.
Munna.
But, don't you dare call me Mum.
How does it smell?
Ittar of rose.
There's some here too.
Sir?
Hmm?
We've rolled out eight
trucks of carpet.
Alright, very good.
Sir, there was one more thing.
Yes?
We've just had a daughter, sir.
We came for your blessings.
Keep it.
What have you named her?
Sir, we've named her
after your wife.
Beena.
Okay.
Harder!
Kaaleen bhaiya never
lasts this long.
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