01x05 - Chapter 5: Do Dil Mil Rahe Hain

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Come on, visiting hours are over.
Let's go.

The visiting hours are over. Leave.

What do you want?

Your destruction.

Arjun, your time is up.

-Please come.
-Pratap!

-Sir.
-Just a minute.

Please. I can't give you more time, sir.

I cannot change the past.

But I can make your future better.

How?

Every problem
has the same solution. Money.

Everybody has their price.

How long was it until your retirement?
Ten years?

Twelve.

You could have made this much money
by the time you retired.

Okay. Bonus, increment...

Let me factor in the inflation too.

I've been rotting in here for two years.

-My reputation...
-I'll double it.

What about my family?

They won't come back.

How much money...

Are you serious?

What would you have said if I told you
to put a price on your family?

Pratap!

It's a deal, Pratap.

WHEN TWO HEARTS MEET...

Where?

He will move. Just watch.

Is he waking up, Doctor? What's happening?

He isn't awake, but his condition
has improved a lot in the last few days.

That's why his feet moved.

When will he fully recover?

Well, it will take some time.

But I think he'll recover soon.

That's good.

He moved.

No.

-What?
-No, it's just...

Jugnu, don't worry.

Your dad will get well soon.
This new doctor is pretty good.

After so many days,
we saw some improvement in his condition.

So let's focus on his health right now.

-And the deal...
-I'm not backing out of the deal.

We should focus more on the deal now
since Dad's health has improved.

I'm going to talk
to the Narcotics guy right now.

We'll find a way.

-May I leave?
-No, wait.

Go and wait in the car. Go.

I just want to make Dad proud.

All my life, I've seen him pity me
because I've been a terrible son.

I just want to hear him
praise me for once.

Everything will be fine.

And don't worry about your dad.

The doctor said he will recover quickly.

His quick recovery is the problem.

I want Dad to be proud of me.

And for that to happen,
I have to close the deal.

You will.

You're the only one
who's always stood by me.

Sometimes I wonder
what my life would be without you.

Let's go home.
There's biryani waiting for you.

Hi.

Hi.

Come.

-What talcum powder do you use?
-What?

It's not talcum powder. It's perfume.
My uncle got it from London.

-It's very nice.
-Thank you.

-I know just one kind of perfume.
-Which one?

-Pink Mamba.
-Pink Mamba? What's that?

A very bad perfume.
Your perfume from London is way better.

Jo, did you see?

Jo!

Okay. Bye.

What is it?

-It was you, no?
-What?

You removed it from the wall, right?

No, no. Maybe it was
the municipal workers, not me.

Thank you so much, Nannu.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Pigeons fly. Mynas fly.

Birds fly. Parrots fly. Buffalo fly.

-Mister!
-Yes, sir.

Five minutes. I've informed him.

He has some work in the factory.
He'll be here. In the meantime...

Have you told him Ganchi is here?

Yes, I told him Junior is here.

Have some tea while you wait.
Oh, it's gone cold.

I'll get you some biscuits then.

-Remember the special biscuits I brought?
-Yes, sir.

-Bring a variety of them. Sweet and salty.
-Okay, sir.

Have these. They're delicious.

He'll be here in five minutes.

15 MINUTES LATER

Tell me.

We didn't want to disturb you.

But it's an important matter,

so we thought it best
to discuss it in person.

Actually, you did disturb me.
But here we are, so go on.

It went sour for no apparent reason.

-What?
-Our relationship.

We should fix it quickly.

And both of us
should do whatever it takes for that.

If you are here
to talk about the confiscated goods,

I can't help you.

Tell him we are here
to sort it out peacefully.

Sir, let's talk it out.

Let's come to an understanding,
and then act accordingly.

What happened to SP Mishra?

You had an understanding with him, right?

Forget him. The understanding
we had with him has come to an end.

-I don't beat around the bush. I...
-Arjun...

You're the head of Narcotics.

We have a big delivery to make,
and we want your help.

Why do you keep touching me?

We'll share 5% of the deal with you.

And this is just the beginning.

For all our future deals,
you'll always have your 5% share.

I didn't shake your father's hand.

And you think I'll shake yours?

Drive!

Is the motorcycle ready, Kamarcut?

It's not just ready, but readymade.

Looking hot, Mr. Tipu!
You'll set Gulaabgunj on fire!

You look like a hero.

Not a fire...

A firestorm.

Okay, bye.

-B...
-Butterscotch.

Yes. Right.

No. I know what it says,
I just don't know the meaning.

Get me a softie.

-A softie?
-Yes.

Which flavor?

-Just a softie.
-Okay.

And for her, a couple of big, bright,
and colorful ice creams.

So, Mr. Tipu...

How many more have you bumped off?

Bumped off?

Like you k*lled those two. With a spanner.

Hey, I don't go around k*lling people.
It just happened.

I thought you've joined Ganchi's g*ng.

You just go around k*lling people,
like, slash, slash, slash.

-Hey, no.
-Drop this one here, that one there.

I'm kidding.

Why do you take everything so seriously?

It's weird.

What?

I mean, someone like you,

who is so soft and calm,

suddenly joins a g*ng,
hangs out with notorious criminals,

and deals in g*ns, weapons, and whatnot.

It's weird, right?

But it also suits you in a strange way.

Yeah, it's weird.
But I don't have a choice.

-I have to avenge my friend's m*rder.
-And your dad's m*rder, right?

Yes, his too.

With Babu, I didn't have...
Babu, my father.

I was never close to him.

He was a rascal.

Whatever he was,
he was your father after all.

Of course, the world knows you as his son.

That's the problem.

What's the point of living if people
only know you by your father's name?

You should do something
on your own, right?

Tell me about your family.

-I never saw my mother.
-Really?

But my dad never let me feel her absence.

My father is one of a kind.

He doesn't look like it,
but his views are quite liberal.

Yeah, he doesn't look like it.
He looks grumpy.

He let me study all I wanted.

It was hard to get by,

but he still saved money
and bought me a moped.

He didn't pester me to marry either.

Now he nags me a little,
thanks to our relatives.

"Get her married, she's getting old,
you won't find a boy," and so on.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Very delicious.

How's yours?

How is it?

-Sweet.
-You want to taste mine?

-Should I?
-Yes.

-A little more?
-No.

-Whose bike did you borrow today?
-It's mine.

I mean, it will be.

Okay, so anything you touch is yours?

-Can I ask you something, Ms. Lekha?
-First, call me just Lekha.

Why do you...

I mean, why do you like me?

Who told you that I like you?

You're kidding?

You're so innocent, Tipu. Let's go.

-Pull over here.
-I'll drop you home.

-No. I'll go on foot now.
-Here?

I'll walk from here.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Don't tell anyone about us.

We don't have much time now.

If the government seizes our goods,
we'll return the favor.

I'll teach that BNE guy a lesson.

Note that down.

-Junior, what are you doing?
-What?

We can't steal the government's stuff.
There's a system in place.

If we put too much pressure
on the farmers working for the state,

it'll all fall apart.

-What did Mr. Ganchi tell me?
-Stop whining in his name.

"He told me this, he told me that."

Now we'll do things my way.

Go to all the farmers of Gulaabgunj,

whether they work for the state or not,
and tell them...

Once you collect the crop,
bring it to our warehouse.

Our poppy yield
is already very limited, sir.

It won't do you any good.

Pay them or threaten them,
do whatever it takes.

What are you doing?
This will destroy me, sir.

The crop is for the state.

Didn't I tell you that all the farmers
will offer their harvest to Ganchi now?

Look, you can't do this.
This is my entire annual yield.

If you take this,
what will I offer to the state?

They will cancel my license.

We're paying you more than the state,
so stop whining.

Let us do our job.

-Get back.
-Keep your money.

-Stop.
-Get back, old man!

Mr. Suryakant. Are you okay?

Oh, man!

See, you got hurt. I told you to get back.

Come on, load the harvest, man.

-Carry on, guys.
-Hurry up.

Lie down.

-You rocked today, Tipu.
-Yes, absolutely.

If Suneel were here,
his chest would've swelled with pride.

He cared about your love story
as if it was his own.

Yes. At times, it felt like
he loved Chandralekha too.

What?

First, she eats softie with me.

Then she asks me
not to tell anyone about us.

She keeps it a secret. I don't understand.

To understand a girl
is like a pumpkin on a guava tree.

-I don't understand.
-We can't understand girls either.

Do they want to love or not,
to get married or not...

Tipu.

Lekha!

What brings you here?

What's your problem?

-What? I don't drink. It's them...
-What do you think of yourself?

What's wrong?

Let's talk inside.

-What is it?
-Don't pretend.

Your g*ng members
came and assaulted my father.

They took away all our harvest.
As if you don't know.

I really didn't know anything about this.

If I had a clue, Ms. Lekha,
I wouldn't have let it happen.

Trust me.

If Dad doesn't supply the state
with some of the crop,

they will cancel our license.

They could seize our land too.

We are small farmers, Tipu.

We sell our crop to the state.

But these people want us
to give them our crop.

I don't know what to do.

Can you do something?

Forget it.

You already have plenty of problems.

I don't want to add to your burden.

And I don't have the right
to ask anything from you.

-What is the final tally?
-Just a minute, sir. I'll tell you.

It is about ten tons.

-Okay.
-And, sir, the seized crop isn't recorded.

-Later.
-I need your signature for it.

-Without it...
-Later.

TELECOM CENTER

Mr. Sukanto.

Your consignment will be ready soon.

Just a few more days.

When can we meet?

To discuss the delivery plan.

Okay.

Marriage. It turned out to be "marriage."

Excellent, my Aamir Khan.

Jo will be your wife then.

-Hello.
-Hello.

It's a mystery-thriller.
I think you'll like it.

It's not how it looks, Nannu.
The book is nice.

Just read it. Don't judge it by its cover.

-Bye.
-Bye.

What did she give you?

-Who?
-The girl who was just here.

Her? Nothing.

-Do you have anything to eat? I don't.
-Check in there. You might find something.

-Okay, this one?
-Yes.

Open it.

-You open it.
-I can't.

Hey! Let go!

-Yuck! So vulgar.
-Let go! Have you lost your mind?

-Now you read English novels?
-Yeah, so?

The class will follow you
and start reading in English.

Then the whole school will be at it.
And then we will turn into England.

-It's an English-medium school.
-But the culture is Indian.

And you two read
such vulgar English novels.

You and the Delhi girl
are corrupting our culture.

You are making a mistake. A big one.

Are you okay?
Or did some monkey bite you in the a*s?

We drew on the wall.

It's not there. Who erased it?

-You think it was me?
-I'm just asking who did it.

Municipal workers are painting walls.
It could've been them.

What's the problem?
What are you grumbling about?

Because the drawing is erased?

And it was wrong to draw it.

Really? It was wrong to draw it?

We did it for you, you ungrateful cretin.

Remember you had to make Jo pay?

-You wanted to make her pay, not me. Okay?
-Me?

Great. Now it's "you" and "me,"
and not "we?"

Everyone is going crazy over girls.

Have you guys lost your minds?

Who are you to preach?
You're the one most obsessed with girls.

Not even a girl.
He's obsessed with a teacher.

Look, don't talk smack
about my love, okay?

Or this will turn into a fight.
I'm telling you.

-Get lost! I don't want to talk to you.
-Me neither. Talk to him.

What are you looking at?
It's a private conversation.

Then have it at home, jerk.

It's a school, a public place.

Why are you defending Jo?

What spell has she cast on you
in two days?

That's it!

I got it, man.

You have been blinded by her love.

Now I know, man. You are in love, man.

If Ganchi wakes up,
all our hard work will be for nothing.

Tell me what to do. Should I k*ll him?

One minute. Let me think.

Yes or no? You have ten seconds.

Are you counting seconds
at the phone booth again?

Four seconds.

Two seconds.

Yes, as*h*le...

-Did you clean them?
-Yes, sir.

But you never drive these cars.

Cars are for decoration, not driving.

They should be decorated, made-up,
and kept in pristine condition.

If I ever desire it, I'll drive them too.

-I have something important to tell you.
-Tell me.

You know Mr. Suryakant? The farmer?

-Some of our men took his harvest.
-So?

-He is a government farmer.
-So what?

If he doesn't supply the state,
they'll cancel his license.

So let him have his harvest.

-You're telling me how to do my job?
-No, it's not like that.

I'm just saying let him have his crop.

You see...

-It's...
-Sir, it's a matter of love.

-Stop it.
-Wait. Let me tell him.

He wrote her love letters too.

And they were in English, not Hindi.
Just imagine.

-Really?
-Yes.

It's all settled, then.

No, sir. It's not.

After all this, she rejected him.
Just think.

-Why are you making me think so hard?
-Sorry, sir.

Now, the thing is...

The matter is not settled yet.

But the girl started
meeting him again, so...

It would be great if you could
understand the situation. Right?

-What's her name?
-Lekha.

I mean, Chandralekha.

Is she beautiful?

For me, she's the most beautiful girl.

Lekha is Mr. Suryakant's daughter.

She is sad. That's why I asked you
to let them have their crop.

Wow, what a love story.
My heart is brimming over.

Only a slacker lets his love, friendship
or family interfere with his job.

And I'm no slacker. Understood?

Aren't we collecting from everyone else?

How would it look
if we don't take their crop? "Just think!"

Yes, we're taking from everyone else,
so let them have their crop.

And I'll replace their share of crop.

-Where would you get it from? Where?
-I'll get it.

If you can, then go get it.

We have such an important deal
which we're unable to fulfill,

and he's chasing girls.

Go easy on the romance,
or you'll be screwed.

Go! Go to the hospital and do your job!

Bloody Casanova!

Hey!

-Clean it properly.
-Let's go.

Yes, sir.

Let's go. Come on. Come.

When will the stock reports be ready
for the head office?

Sir, it will take two to three days
to check the quality.

But the reports must be sent by Monday.

What happened?

What's this? It's blank.
Where are the records?

Sir, we need the boss to sign the forms
before we can make a record.

Then why didn't you get it signed?
Go and get it.

Sir, I tried many times.

But he always avoids it
by telling me to come back later.

-The boss told you that?
-That's what I don't understand.

What's up?

-Hi. What are you doing?
-New friends? I should say hello.

-No.
-Hi.

Come inside.

-So Glorifem was a hit?
-Let's go inside.

Hey, why can't I say hi?

What were you doing?
What if they had seen you?

-So what? Who are these ladies?
-They're important people.

They will do free publicity
for Glorifem products all over Gulaabgunj.

-Really?
-Yes.

One of them is the wife
of a local newspaper editor,

and the other is the wife
of the owner of Pride Hotel.

Wow!

-Yes.
-Impressive.

What's up with you today?

I've missed this.

Have I ever told you
how proud I am of you?

-No.
-No?

So let me tell you now.

I'm so proud of you, Madhu.

Thank you. I've missed this too.

They are waiting for me outside,
and I'm in here...

You're a bad friend.

You guys, please!

Okay. Hey!

The amulet broke.

I got here five minutes early
only to get f*cked by you guys.

Who is inside?

There are ten people.
Babu Tiger's son is there too.

Cut the power.

SAPTAGIRI SPECIALITY HOSPITAL

What did I say wrong?
I just asked him to return one man's crop.

We must have collected so much.

Lekha's father just has a small farm.

And he f*cking lectures me
not to engage in love affairs.

I could crush him
under the weight of my ba*ls!

Relax, man. Calm down.

I could crush him
under the weight of my ba*ls!

Ganchi Junior is not your friend.

-And he never will be. Get it?
-I don't want him to be.

What happened?

Is there a power outage?

Is Mr. Ganchi's ventilator
still on, madam?

Don't worry, sir. Ventilators never stop.

-Something is wrong.
-What?

Let's take a look. Come.

-f*ck!
-What's wrong?

It's Atmaram.

-Atmaram? f*ck! That's him?
-Yes.

Get down. Come on.

What do we do?

Don't panic. Where are our men?

Three at the front gate
and two at the back gate.

I'll go and get them.
You go to Mr. Ganchi in the ICU.

-Go to the ICU. Stay out of sight.
-We must protect Mr. Ganchi.

Jeevan. Jeetu.

-Yes, sir.
-Go to the back gate.

Alert our men. We're under attack.

-Okay.
-Go.

Babloo, stay alert.
We're under attack. I'll get the others.

Hey. He's here with his g*ng
to attack Mr. Ganchi. Let's go.

He must not reach the ICU.

Hey, look, someone is here.

Hey! They're going to attack! Get ready!

sh**t them.

Do you have another g*n?
Give it to me now.

-How do I fire it again?
-Pull that thing back.

Billu, Moin, make sure
all of Ganchi's men are dead!

Hold them here. I'll handle them upstairs.

Hey, k*ll Ganchi's men!

Guddu.

No one should reach Mr. Ganchi's ICU.

Let me out! Get me out!

Turn it around.

We won't f*cking let Nabeed's men go.

Not a b*llet left.
Did you fire all of them downstairs?

I don't know. Give me your g*n.

-Are you crazy? Why should I?
-Do you have another g*n?

-Yes, a homemade p*stol.
-Homemade?

Grenades. The f*ck is throwing grenades.

Is Babu Tiger's runt here?

If he is, what would you do?

Yes, Babu Tiger's heir,
the pride of Gulaabgunj,

the Spanner-wielding Tipu
who kills with a single blow.

-He's right here!
-You'll get me k*lled.

And today, he is going to make mincemeat
out of you and your lackeys

and feed it to dogs, you f*ck!

He is lying!

You aim left, the b*llet goes right.
Who the f*ck taught you?

Have some respect.
I'm your senior. Don't insult me.

Let's see how good your aim is.

He f*cking shot me.

I got him.

Atma?

Atmaram?

-The f*ck died. Yes.
-Stop.

-Let him die first. Stop.
-Let go.

-Listen to me. Stop.
-Let go.

You're new. I know how to handle this.

-Let him die. He must be writhing.
-Keep waiting.

Atmaram!

Where are you hiding?

Are you dead?

Hey, Tipu...

Did you run away?

Did you run away again
leaving your friend behind with me?

Tipu!

Are you really Babu Tiger's son,
or are you just a b*stard?

When I k*lled your father,
you didn't do sh*t, as*h*le.

If you had ba*ls,
you would have sought revenge.

Then I k*lled your friend in front of you.

And you ran away!

Do you remember, Tipu?

It's his turn now!

What's your name?

Bunty.

Bunty is calling out to you, Tipu!

Save your Bunty!

Hey, Tipu!

-I'll count to three.
-To five.

And then...

One...

Two...

And...

Three.

If you move,
I'll turn your ba*ls into scrambled eggs.

A homemade p*stol is risky, as*h*le.
It can explode in your hands.

Only one way to find out.

Should I fire?

You don't have the ba*ls.

Worry about your ba*ls, not mine.

Cut the crap,
and ask him to let me go, f*ck!

You heard Bunty.

Let him go.

Let him go.

Atma has escaped! Let's retreat!

How did you miss from three inches away?

I didn't miss.