Light the fire. Light the fire.
Yeah. It should be crisp. That's good!
Crisp.
Hey, kids. How are you? Is everything OK?
What's wrong, Raees? Are you too busy working to greet me?
-Hello. -Hello.
Who brought the maximum wares today?
-We brought you the whole market. -Oh, really?
Hey, put some chemicals into this.
Gujarat.
A state in independent India where every day is a dry day.
That means the buying and selling of alcohol is illegal.
If you're caught selling alcohol here, you receive a ten-year jail sentence.
But prohibition is the start of revolution.
Even today, Gujarat is considered a dry state,
but despite this law, illegal alcohol worth 25,000 crores is sold annually.
All this might have been impossible if Raees hadn't been born.
Come on, Raees. Have a bath.
From Umbergaon to Kutch,
India's longest coastline, which is 1,600 kilometers long,
is right here in Gujarat.
Raees, read.
Read!
"Gujarat..."
-"Gujarat borders--" -Come here.
I don't want to hit you kids, but you make it necessary.
Now read.
D-P-R.
Very good. Very good.
Go. Sit there, my boy.
There's no need to worry, Amina.
Raees has weak eyesight, so we have to get him some glasses.
We don't have to get them today, do we?
Mommy, I won't go to school without glasses.
Why? His eyesight may be weak, but his brain is still sharp.
I can't see anything written on the board. Then Miss Ratna beats me.
What are you saying? She hits my tiger?
How much will it cost?
Don't worry about the money, Amina.
You can pay me when you like.
No, Doctor.
I want Raees to have clear vision, not borrowed eyesight.
We'll get it done in a few days.
If I see any danger, I'll say "bhaijaan," as a signal. You should understand.
Go! Quickly!
Bhaijaan!
Who's there?
-You, spectacle thief! -Bhaijaan!
Stealing spectacles? You spectacle thief!
Glory to Gandhi!
Stop!
I don't believe it!
Where did you get frames without lenses?
-From Gandhi. -Gandhi?
It won't do. Won't do.
I'll tell you what, come back tomorrow.
I'll make a real pair of glasses for you. Off you go.
But I don't have any money.
You have no money?
But you must pay the two-rupee fee.
A rule is a rule, no?
Take it. Give it to him.
Problem solved. Give me a hi-five!
Go, go, go. Listen, boy...
Where are you going? Come here.
Take these frames back to Gandhi.
They look better on him.
Off you go.
Sadiq, everything is crisp and clear. It's like using binoculars!
Look over there. I can see Gandhi smiling.
Qasam's waxing his car. Chakor's pumping air into his tire.
Look. The cops are heading towards Ilyas's den.
Our business is in danger, Sadiq. Let's go. Quickly!
Jamil, clear everything away! Hide it all!
The liquor bottles, containers, everything.
Hurry, hurry!
Let's go! Hurry!
Don't let anyone escape.
You check there. Check where it's hidden. Check all the sacks, too.
Open it all up. Quickly. Have you found anything?
Hey, you. Come here.
You're fond of blowing whistles? Shall I make you whistle?
Yes?
-Why did you slap him? -Ask him.
Ask him why I slapped him.
What's in this?
Stuff for my business.
Stuff for your business, or to cause a riot?
Are you causing trouble and hiding behind your veil?
Listen, you bastard, just like you have police business,
similarly, I have a scrap business.
Understand one thing clearly:
no business is too small for us, and no duty is bigger than our business.
Last night 140 people were killed in Fatehpura
after drinking contaminated alcohol.
The police have arrested the bootlegger, Ilyas.
Mom...
To stop bootlegging...
Is it true that no business is too small and no duty is bigger than our business?
Yes, as long as it doesn't bring any harm to anybody. Only until then.
Understand?
Go to sleep.
Buddy, let's make a plan.
-What will we do for money? -We'll sell alcohol.
Ilyas was caught. Do you want to get caught, too?
The police arrest those who sell moonshine, not imported liquor.
So?
We'll work for Jairaj Seth.
He sells imported alcohol.
It's very difficult, Amit, but I'll try one last time, OK? Bye.
Chandu!
What's going on?
There are checkpoints everywhere. We can't take the goods out.
-We'll have to... -What if I deliver them?
-Who are they? -They used to work for Ilyas, sir.
There are six bottles.
-Will you deliver them? -I'll take three rupees per bottle.
Hey, Battery, do you want a job, or to blackmail us?
Don't call me Battery.
With such big glasses on your face, what else should I call you?
Don't call me Battery!
Battery! Bastard.
Done.
Three rupees per bottle.
Hey, give me the bottles.
Don't call me Battery!
Got it?
Open up. Let's see what you've got in there.
We need to check your driver's license.
-Do you want to search me, sir? -Get out of here!
Employ that boy tomorrow.
He has both the mind of a businessman and the bravery of a gangster.
-Hello, Sadiq. -Hi.
Hello, sir.
Hi, Sadiq. The cops are causing trouble at Narol Chokdi.
-Tell Raees to release the goods. -I'll do it.
Sit. Stand up.
Sit.
Stand up. Why are you laughing?
Take the money.
Leave the goods.
The score is settled. Let's go, everyone.
No, the score is yet to be settled.
What do you mean?
-Your pocket was empty. I filled it. -You did.
You deflated my tires. Sort them out. Then the matter will be settled.
How, big brother?
-Blow air into them. -How?
Blow into it.
Go on. Blow into it.
You should do business with love. You'll save time and your honor.
Now, blow.
We handle the goods and the godown, yet he takes all the profit.
Get some onions, boy.
How long can we toil for Jairaj Seth? Let's start our own business.
Business is not our thing. Take your salary and enjoy it.
We're Gujarati. Business is in our blood.
In our business, you need backing, not blood!
Not backing...
but bravery.
Remember what Jairaj Seth used to say?
The mind of a businessman and the bravery of a gangster.
We've got both.
This is also my game, Abdul.
-Look at your cards, Ramnik! -Another bet!
-I'll look at mine. -Hello, sir.
Hello, hello.
You've brought my good luck with you, my ace of spades!
Why poke fun, sir?
What ace of spades? We're slaves to spades.
My tiger is in a strange mood today. What's the problem?
Sir...
I've been working for you for years.
But I want to start my own business now.
Why set up your own business?
I'll increase your salary. Take your salary and enjoy it.
Sadiq, make him understand.
I've tried, sir, but he's made up his mind. He won't give up without trying.
OK.
-Our boy is all grown-up. -It's not like that...
-He wants his own business. -No, it's not like that.
You must have thought about where you'll buy and sell your goods.
Of course. I'll only take the goods from you, sir.
You know, to set up your own business, you need cash to flow like water.
Do you have the money?
Come on, Ramnik. Of course he'll have the money.
Sadiq? You have the money, right? How much alcohol do you need?
Four lakhs' worth?
Three lakhs?
Two lakhs?
Raees? How much do you want?
Sir...
We'll take one lakh's worth.
No problem.
Give me the cash, and take the goods.
Sir, I don't have the money yet. I need time.
One lakh?
He doesn't have the money. He needs time.
You've worked for us for so many years,
so I'll give you three days.
Give me the money in three days, and you can take your goods. OK?
72 hours.
Or you'll get nothing.
Keep it.
The time will tick in your mind.
Come on. Your move.
Why did you have to shoot your mouth off?
You know Jairaj will humiliate us if we don't pay him in three days.
-Hello, Raees. -Hi, Qasam.
The queen looks like a firecracker.
Want to buy it? It's one lakh.
No, man. This king is good enough for me!
Give it a try. It runs as smooth as silk.
Some other time. Bye. Move!
Hey...
Bye.
Watch out!
You could have killed it. Now who will pay for the damages?
Lallan, you idiot! What damages?
Would you pay 500 rupees if the goat died?
I could buy the goat's family for that much!
It's Eid! I bought it for 300 in the village.
Here, nobody can touch it for less than 500 to 1,000.
-So don't talk rubbish. -Get lost, Lallan. Don't piss me off.
He'll make a bungalow with that goat!
Mate, where are you going? Tell me.
What is it, Raees? Back so quickly?
Qasam, I've changed my mind.
Let me see how smooth your queen drives.
Sadiq, come sit in the car. Give me the keys, Qasam.
Come on.
Careful, brother. Drive it to the junction and back.
You're testing it, not taking a girl out.
I'm giving you my king and taking your queen. Don't worry. Get in.
Take it easy, brother.
Sir? Sir?
Speak up. What's the plan?
We gave up a motorcycle for a car, and the car for these goats.
Are you opening a butcher shop?
Remember what Lallan said?
It's Eid. People will pay up to 1,000 for a goat.
1,000? Who will give us that in Fatehpura?
Not in Fatehpura. In Mumbai.
We're going to Mumbai?
Yes.
Do you have a better plan to give Jairaj one lakh rupees in three days? Well?
Ask him.
Sir, where do we go to set up a stall?
Down there.
-Take them up ahead. -Come on.
Over here.
-Hello, brother. -Hello.
Can we set up a stall in the corner?
-Whose goats are these? -They're ours.
Do you have permission?
Permission? No.
Where have you come from?
From Gujarat.
Then take your goats back to Gujarat. Get lost.
What's up? We can do business here, too.
Don't you get it?
Brother, it's Eid. If we earn a little money, too, you'll have God's blessing.
If we sacrifice you along with the goats, then we may get more blessings.
-Let's go. This isn't our area. -Hey, Battery!
Didn't you hear? Go on. Get out of here! Get lost.
It seems he needs help with his hearing, too.
Battery...
Don't call me Battery.
Why did you mess with Musa?
If you sensed danger, why didn't you give me the "bhaijaan" signal?
I would have understood.
Did you stop for a moment? You lashed out.
So it's my fault, then? OK, it is.
You fell unconscious with one punch.
Come on. Musa's waiting.
A man has an angel on one shoulder and a demon on the other.
Anger controls the demon. That's why it's forbidden.
Your boys started the fight.
We just came to do business.
Your goats were used for this biryani.
How will you do business now?
Goats are a lion's game,
not a business.
But, sir...
No business is too small...
and no duty is bigger than business.
My mom used to say that.
I've suffered a big loss, and have little time to fix it.
I have a right to their blessings. I'll take them with your permission and go.
Come here.
Take these.
The way ahead will become clear.
Musa...
Can we get a biryani as well?
The world will be celebrating Eid, but we'll be in mourning.
Forget Jairaj. What about Qasam, the mechanic? How will we pay him?
What? Is there a film playing on my forehead? Is Hema Malini dancing?
He made a spectacle, and here he is, eating biryani.
It's worth one lakh rupees. Join me.
Alright. I am hungry.
But you didn't get beaten up as badly. So eat 10,000 to 20,000 rupees' worth.
Don't joke. I was hit hard in the stomach.
That's 3,420 in total, my ace of spades.
What shall I do? Give it to Jairaj? Or pay off Qasam, the mechanic?
Use this on your face. It looks bruised.
I thought we'd discuss business, but now someone is here.
You followed us here?
Haaji sent me from Mumbai,
to talk business.
Let him in. Come in.
Well?
-What's the reason for this kindliness? -We want you to kill Musa.
-We have nothing against Musa. -We don't kill people for money, right?
And...
If I wanted to take orders and wag my tail, I wouldn't have my own business.
Take your money. Go on. Go.
Musa sent this for you.
What? You said you wanted Musa killed. Now you're one of his men? Who are you?
My name is Nawab.
I'm Musa's right-hand man.
-You could have done this on the train. -Yes.
But Musa assesses people first.
Don't accept the money, Raees.
Don't accept the loan--
This isn't a loan. It's payment for your goats.
Raees? Raees?
Musa was really touched by what you said about no business being too small.
Raees?
And once Musa likes someone, nobody can mess with them.
And what if we agreed to kill Musa?
My left trigger finger never misses its mark.
Goodbye.
Raees? Raees?
-What is it? -Jairaj Seth says your time is up.
Back to your job. Come on.
Go back to Jairaj Seth, and tell him Raees has stopped pandering to orders.
Our time has now begun.
Mother, I'm about to start my own business.
With God's grace, we'll be wealthy.
And we won't let anyone come to harm.
Pray for me.
Learn the trade. We'll pick up the alcohol from where Jairaj used to.
-And we'll sell it in Fatehpura. -Yeah. Good.
We'll cut out middlemen like Jairaj.
A DRINK IN YOUR NAME
-Hey! -Hey! How's it going?
Great! Great! What a party!
Hold on.
Hey there.
Excuse me. Who invited you?
-Excuse me. -Hey!
Whose guest are you?
Hey, you.
Whose guest are you?
Excuse me. Whose guest are you? Please don't point at anyone else.
I'm Hansmukh's guest. Whose guest are you?
Well, I'm Hansmukh.
-You're Hansmukh? -Yes.
-So you're Hansmukh? -Yes.
You look like you're Hansmukh.
-So this is your party? -Of course!
-You're the one serving local booze. -No, you idiot.
It's imported single-malt Scotch!
Scotch! It's Scotch!
OK, OK.
Your work here is done.
Listen, listen.
We have to stop this party.
We'll continue the party at Gandhinagar police station!
Don't worry. We've arranged great transport for your convenience.
There's a blue bus outside.
And remember, friends, ladies first.
Have a safe trip to jail.
Come on. Off to jail. Come on.
Sir, the opposition will surely raise this issue.
-Set up a meeting to discuss this. -Sure.
Sir.
-What's taken you so long? -Sorry, sir. I was feeding Bobby.
-Let him go. -It's difficult, sir. He's such a flirt.
-Who are you talking about? -Bobby, my dog.
No, not your dog. I'm talking about Hansmukh and the others.
Sir, pass me the paper. Please, sir.
-What's all this? -Paper and a pen.
Well, I can see that.
Sir, give me your orders in writing. Then I'll release them.
What? In writing?
It's an order.
Release them.
My name is Jaideep Ambalal Majmudar.
Ambalal is my late father.
If he came down from heaven and asked me to let Hansmukh go,
I'd need it in writing--
Put it in writing and I'll let them go.
I'll give you something in writing: your transfer order.
Get out.
Send him to Fatehpura.
That will put him in line.
Come on! Come on! Sadiq! Come on, mate!
-Come on. -Here goes.
Go, Sadiq. Get the ball!
Me? Sure?
Alright. Leave it.
I hit it, so I'll go and get it.
-What? -What a joke!
I'll go and get it.
Stop it.
I'm off to get the ball, alright?
Who will open the door?
-Maybe Aasiya will open it! -Yeah, she'll open it!
-Ball? -Yes.
Again?
I tell Sadiq not to hit it up there. He doesn't listen. And he sends me to get it.
I didn't hit it. It was him.
Raees,
the stairs...
Where?
Of course.
Fantastic.
Really?
Not you. Sridevi.
Why do you always talk in riddles?
What do I do?
When you smile, I'm lost for words.
I just want...
to keep looking at you.
Go on, then. Take me into your world.
God willing.
When I've made my world,
you'll be the first to see it.
And...
there, your every wish will be my command.
I'll only serve to love you.
Fantastic.
My love?
Our world.
Will you be with me?
Always.
Come on. Get me the files.
-Devji. -Sir.
Sir.
-Will you do something for me? -Of course, sir.
Bring some ice, snacks and refreshments.
-Sure. -Thanks.
-Listen... -Yes, sir?
Forget it. How will you arrange it?
I understand, sir. I'll arrange it. What would you like?
-Beer, vodka, rum, whiskey. -Whose?
Jairaj's? Ramnik's? Ujjwal's?
Or that new boy. What's his name?
-Raees. -Yes, Raees, Raees.
Raees.
-Write. -Sir... What should I write, sir?
Your resignation.
Your resignation, or the addresses of the alcohol dens. Write.
Sorry, sir. It was a mistake.
Because, you see, Devji, one bottle isn't enough for me.
-I want the full truck. -Yes, sir.
Whose truck is this?
Jairaj Seth's. The payment has reached Kulkarni already.
Sir, this truck is full of alcohol!
Pull up to the side.
Sir, we've got your truck. Now what?
Call the press. We'll have a party.
Sir.
You're playing cards?
I've been feeding every policeman for years,
and they still bulldoze my goods.
Find out who's done this!
NEW POLICE OFFICER'S TERROR
Majmudar has hit Jairaj hard.
A sword's edge only needs a neck.
Majmudar's tasted blood.
Today it's Jairaj. Tomorrow it could be us.
Don't take it lightly. We have a big order coming.
Raees!
Majmudar has sent for you.
FOREIGN LIQUOR DESTROYED
You look different in the photo.
Yes, it's how people think I should look.
Do you know who the goods belonged to?
Jairaj.
You used to work for him, right?
I used to, but I left.
Now what do you do?
I've got my own business.
Well, what you call a business is a crime.
But, sir...
Pour one into two glasses.
Hello. Yes?
-Raees's truck is coming in from Kalol. -OK.
The number is plate is GAF 1722.
Good.
Here.
It's the station's tea. Get used to drinking it.
Shut down your business, or I'll make it difficult for you to even breathe.
Business breeds in the air of Gujarat, sir.
You'll stop me from breathing...
but how will you stop the air?
The speed at which you are running
will become dangerous for you one day.
Understood?
You can go.
Thanks for sharing your tea.
Tomorrow, our truck won't come,
but our goods will still get to us.
The goods will reach us? How?
-Like this. -In a cup?
The kettle is a truck. The cups are vehicles.
Our truck will get to the highway. Rasool will get us four vehicles.
We'll split up the goods into these vehicles.
Once loaded, we'll bring them into the city through different roads.
While Majmudar is trying to bring down the truck,
the goods will be with us, right?
Stop, stop, stop.
Stop, stop.
Check it. Search it.
-Search it. -Open up.
Quickly!
-Devji... -Sir.
Have some tea.
Cheap bastard! Go to hell!
One slap and you'll learn your lesson.
This way, at least you'll touch me.
Father has a cough again.
Hello, Doctor.
-Hello. -There's something in my eye.
It's you. Have you forgotten the rule?
It's painful. See us both together.
N-O. That means?
No.
If you understand this, why did you barge in?
Go. Wait for your turn. Get out.
-Go, go. -OK, I'll wait.
There you are, dear. Give this to the pharmacist.
-Thanks. -And send that crazy guy in.
Yes, dear?
Here you go.
It's your turn.
Really?
I meant the doctor.
Idiot!
Your turn.
-One pill after each meal. -Thank you.
Who are these people, Devji?
Petty criminals. On parole. They could give us some information.
-Where did you find the bridegroom? -They picked me up at my wedding.
-They didn't let me say, "I do." -He's from Raees's area.
Send them away. You, come with me. Come on.
-Come on. -Sir, I haven't done anything.
I'm telling you the truth.
-Do you know Raees? -I don't know anyone.
-How does he do business? -Sir, I don't know anyone.
I just know that today is my wedding.
If I don't get back in time, the priest will go on to the next wedding.
But if you don't know anyone, what will you even do out of jail?
Devji, cancel his parole!
No, sir, please don't do that. It'll ruin my life.
Sir, please at least let me get married.
-Do you want to get married? -Yes, sir.
Then find out where Raees keeps his wares. Can you do that?
I can.
-Will you? -I will, sir.
Go on. We're done here.
Go on! Or the priest will run away!
Thank you, sir.
To save our business from Majmudar,
we must get together and form a syndicate, Raees.
Agreed.
But I will be the chairman.
Don't fly too high.
Or you'll be cut.
If I were afraid of getting cut, I wouldn't fly kites.
I'd hold a paper windmill.
I've done it!
Cut it!
Tell me, Raees.
Have you forgotten the kindness Jairaj Seth has shown you?
I remember his kindness.
Right, Sadiq?
He gave me three days.
I'll give you three weeks. Think it over.
I'll be the chairman of your syndicate.
Wait, wait.
Keep it.
The time will tick in your mind.
Got another one!
Look whose kite you cut!
Look! We had no idea!
Drat!
I do.
Hello, sir. It's the bridegroom speaking.
-Did you recognize me? -Yes, I did. Tell me...
Sir, I wanted to inform you about Raees.
Carry on.
Raees is expecting a very big consignment tomorrow, sir.
If you get him this time, his business will be finished.
Good.
Sir, we have policemen stationed at all roads entering Gujarat. He won't get in.
-Nobody leaves until we find his truck. -Sir.
If he wants to do business, he has to come. This time he's finished.
-Search the truck. -Sir.
Sadiq, Majmudar has made Gujarat a police camp.
It will be impossible to get the goods in.
Forget the truck. We can't even get a bottle in.
Majmudar isn't going to stop in a few days.
He's on to us permanently.
-The Indore highway? -Locked down.
-Umbergaon? -Closed.
-Udaipur? -Not a chance.
The business has sunk.
-Turn the car around. -Sadiq...
We won't sink. We'll swim through it.
The mind of a businessman and the bravery of a gangster.
Get out. Check the top.
Miss Ratna was right.
Gujarat does have the country's largest coastline.
Thanks for your hard work.
I heard that Damla Seth rules the seas, not the government.
I saw it for myself today.
I've heard a lot about you as well.
-It will be fun working together. -God willing.
He's joined forces with Damla.
You must do something about Raees if you want to save the business.
Tomorrow is Muharram.
He will definitely come out to mourn.
Oh, Hussain, we were not there...
Move over.
Do you know Salim?
Well, he was murdered yesterday.
Did you see it or were you in mourning?
Here.
That's Kalupur caught.
And there's Taufiq Talli.
Add powder.
That's you.
And there goes your cover, Sadiq.
Game over.
You're arrested under section 302.
And don't worry about proof. I'll find it soon enough.
-Devji, arrest them. -Sir.
The cops have taken Battery away in connection to a murder case.
-Whose murder? -Some guy called Salim.
Is Raja with you?
Yes, he is.
Sir.
We must let Raees go.
Why?
This man has confessed to murdering Salim.
So?
He's surrendering. Arrest him.
I have it in writing. Arrest him.
Victory to India!
Can I ask you something?
What did you call your father?
"Aunty!"
I called him "Father," of course.
What is this nonsense?
OK. Taste this.
What if someone...
were to call you Father?
Aasiya, who's going to call me Father?
What are you doing?
Raees, I'll fall! Stop it! I'll fall!
No, no.
The phone is ringing.
Come on. And again...
-The phone! -Yes, yes, yes. Answer the phone.
Here.
Hello?
Raees, it's Musa.
Jairaj has ordered your murder.
I'm handing him over to you.
We belong to Allah and to Him we shall return.
Sir, this is the start of organized crime.
If we don't stop Raees now, he'll destroy Gujarat.
It's a big incident in your area, and you're preaching to me?
Give it to me in writing why I shouldn't have you transferred.
Sir, you can transfer me to wherever you like, but I won't let Raees get away.
And you can have that from me in writing.
I've done something really bad, Aasiya.
As soon as I was moved from Fatehpura, Raees operated openly.
There was no chance of a police raid,
because every month Raees delivered a truck of booze to them.
Here you are. This month's quota.
-Say hello to Raees for me. -Yeah, I will.
There were no bulldozers, only camera flashes.
The police officers posing with the alcohol made the front pages of the news.
Press, police, bureaucrats. Everyone was happy.
Raees has sent a shirt for you.
Look at the color.
-It's A-OK. -See you.
There was a man who could tip the balance: the opposition leader.
Raees has made your black-and-white world colorful. He's sent you a color TV.
Wow. Great. Right?
But Raees won everybody over with his mind, money and love.
Raees, you know about my problems.
It can be shut down at any time.
We women have to work to make ends meet.
Help us, Raees.
We'd like to buy our sewing machines and work.
But the banks aren't giving us loans.
Can you make cloth bags?
Cloth bags? What's so great about them?
OK, then. Dulari...
I'll provide the sewing machines, and an order to make 10,000 cloth bags.
What are you going to do with that many bags?
Will you buy vegetables for Aasiya?
I'll do what Uncle Hari, the postman, does.
Home delivery.
Oh, God! So many phones!
Are you changing the business and opening up a phone shop?
I'm not changing my business. This is for you.
Now you can't complain when the phone line is busy.
Stop it, you liar.
The day you do all this for me, the Sabarmati river will flow again!
No, no. I'm telling the truth.
From now on, Raees will always be at your service.
Just make a call and order.
Sadiq?
He's just messing with you.
He wants to start an alcohol delivery service.
Sadiq, why are you putting your foot in it?
-I'm just telling the truth! -To hell with your truth!
-You'll be scared of a wife one day. -Anyway, sort this out.
-Don't yell at him. Speak to me. -He's talking rubbish.
I was talking to you. He butt in--
Butt in? You braggart. Do you think you're Shah Jahan?
Never mind, Sadiq.
-Sadiq-- -Look here.
What were you saying? "I've done this and that for you."
You've done nothing for me. Idiot!
Battery, you bastard.
Got you, didn't I?
A bit.
Faizaan.
Victory to India, sir.
Sir, a box of sweets.
Since you like them so much.
Ramlal, what is this? It's very thoughtful of you.
-Do you want some time off? -No, sir.
A baby boy has been born.
Congratulations. What's his name?
Faizaan.
The father's called Ramlal. The son, Faizaan. You're very secular.
Not me, sir. Raees has become a father.
He sent you this invitation.
-Well, send him my response. -Sir.
He's become the father of a son, not of Gujarat.
Wait. Give it to me.
It's my favorite.
Our school days were great. Remember when we stole the glasses from Gandhi's statue?
The day your "bhaijaan" signal saved me, or we would have got caught.
What you call foolishness was actually fear of Miss Ratna.
Not fear. She terrorized us!
-But she was scary... -Miss Ratna was always shouting.
Sir...
How did this happen?
Debt killed him.
The mill shut down.
The owner refused to pay into the pension fund.
He's gone.
Let five honest people die.
You'll find 25 instead. Your business will go on...
-Bhimani Seth. -What?
The mill workers have toiled for you. Pay them their rightful wages.
If you want rights, go to court. Why have you come here?
Get Deepak.
They are killing themselves because of debt.
How will they afford the legal fees?
Did I ask them to kill themselves?
Think it over again, Seth.
I have.
I won't pay the workers.
But why don't you take some money and step aside?
Before the film finishes, the mill workers better get their money.
Or I will finish you!
Understood?
Over here. Put it here.
-Hello, Uncle. -Hello, dear. Hello.
This is for Faizaan. It's from all the mill workers.
-Hello. -Hello.
Hello, hello, hello.
-It's beautiful, isn't it? -Goodness! Really beautiful.
-But what was the need? -It's not a gift, only a blessing.
By paying us our wages, you've saved our homes and families.
-It's the least we could do for Faizaan. -Thank you.
Victory to India, sir.
Why are you moving the vehicle from the crime scene?
If we don't clear the highway, there will be traffic jams,
so it has to be moved.
-Where was the truck going? -Fatehpura, sir.
An empty truck?
It had alcohol in it, right?
Whose truck was it?
-Whose wares? -Damla Seth's, sir.
Do your duty, nothing more. Understood?
-Get Damla to me. -Sir.
Sir.
Sir, Damla Seth can't come.
-Why? -He's in Fatehpura.
-You can go. -Sir.
Sir, you're invited...
Chief Minister, sir...
Leave him alone today. How are you, sir? How are you?
Leave him alone. Make sure you eat before you leave.
OK, sir.
This is Hansmukh. He runs a construction company.
He does everything for the government. I brought him here to meet you.
You know Damla Seth. Aasiya, this is the Chief Minister.
Hello.
-Shall we have a few drinks? -Yes.
You're drinking openly,
but in Parliament you keep droning on about banning alcohol and saving Gujarat.
I don't lie, sir. My politics are based on real issues.
I can see your real issues.
Look, the elections are coming up.
Forget about the opposition rivalry. Join me.
Chief Minister, sir...
The Chief Minister has bought new property in Maninagar.
He's hired me to do the building work.
But the problem is that some people are staying there illegally.
And the Chief Minister would like your company to get rid of the squatters.
-Right. -Definitely.
If the CM wishes it, then it has to be done.
I'll take a 30% fee.
Deal, Raees. Deal.
You were right, sir.
Damla is here with Raees.
And the Chief Minister and Pasha, too.
You've left the city, but not Raees, sir.
What can I do?
Raees and I have a strange relationship.
I can't stay close, but the bastard won't let me go too far, either.
Hold on. Over there.
Search the area.
Get him over there. Go on.
Big brother, the police are here.
Under the Prohibition Act, section 66, 67, you're going to jail for 10 years.
Take him away.
-Mughal? -Sir.
-Search the area and block the road. -Yes, sir.
Raees, this is the end of your lifeline and your pipeline!
Transfer that crazy Majmudar to somewhere quiet, sir.
He causes trouble wherever he goes.
He's a police officer. He's not a pawn I can dump anywhere I like.
He's put Damla in jail.
The fire that Majmudar lit in Kutch
could come through me, and lead straight to you.
If we don't stop him now...
we will all burn.
-Sir. -I need a transfer order typed up.
For Majmudar?
Transfer him into the control room here.
-He can rot with the old files. -Sir.
So, that's what happened. I got an envelope with a government order.
And I left with all my belongings.
Sir.
By transferring me to the control room,
they thought I wouldn't be able to investigate any further.
But the term they use in English is, "Turn the tables."
All Raees's home-delivery numbers are in, sir.
Hello. Do you deliver in Bhavnagar?
Yes, how many bottles do you want?
One bottle...
Hello. How can I help you?
Yes, Raees can do it.
Raees made the mistake of transferring me to the control room,
and there I could tap into every one of his business conversations.
Here, through here.
This 200-acre land is now in your name.
You've made a huge investment.
Your dream of having a housing colony has just come true.
Raees, now is the right time to start the construction work.
Alright.
Let's do it, then.
From tomorrow.
-OK, then. -Say hello to the Chief Minister for me.
OK.
-Have you heard about Pasha? -I know.
He has announced a rally against alcohol consumption.
The bastard's gone mad. Call him. I'll put him straight.
This is Pasha.
Hello, Pasha.
A rally against alcohol consumption?
What's this new uproar about?
Come on, Raees.
It's election time. The alcohol issue is my ticket to winning.
I have to cause this uproar.
Pasha, your campaign will be damaging for my business.
Come on. Let's find another way.
You find your way, and I'll go on my rally.
The rally will leave the party office and go straight to Gotri.
This is Pasha.
Well, at least change the route of your rally.
-Don't pass by my area. -That won't happen.
The road to my votebank goes through your area.
Do what you want, but the rally is going ahead.
What is it?
Understand one thing, Pasha.
If this rally goes ahead...
it will be your last rally.
Get us some tea.
Sir, did you call me?
Yes, Popat. I have a hot tip.
Before it cools off, let the press know. Raees has given an open challenge.
If Pasha holds this rally, it will be his last.
Sir, you won the war even from exile.
Now, push off and watch the fun.
OK, sir.
Now the war begins.
OPEN CHALLENGE BY RAEES TO PASHA
Hello?
Are you mad? Publishing an open challenge in the media?
I haven't said a word to the press. Pasha must have given them the news.
I told you not to cause trouble. Sell your alcohol and leave the politics to me.
Hang up, now!
No cars on the road!
A rally is about to start.
Keep it peaceful.
Are you all ready?
We're ready!
Now let's see
who has the guts to stop this rally!
Red, yellow, blue! Our flag clearly flies high!
The government built on bottles must be brought down!
Close up.
We need barriers up to here. No one should be able to come close.
The rally is passing through Raees's area. It's all under control.
Copy.
It won't work, it won't work!
Go and finish them!
Go.
Go on!
Use your guns! Fire!
Didn't I tell you
not to bring the rally through my area?
It damages my business.
Now have you understood...
who has the guts?
Who has the guts?
Bastard.
Raees has fulfilled his challenge. What will you do now?
-Look... -Swati, Maha Gujarat Times.
Raees is your friend and Pasha, your rival.
Did Raees attack on your behest?
Politics in Gujarat haven't crumbled. The police is doing its work.
You don't let the police work!
Is Raees the reason behind Majmudar's transfers?
Raees will be in jail within the next 24 hours.
-OK? -Sir, sir...
Yes. Speak up.
How can I just go to jail like this? Put Pasha in jail.
He's the one who caused this trouble. And what will happen to my business?
I'll give you all the comforts you need in jail.
-Run your business peacefully from there. -Peacefully?
And I'll let you out whenever you like.
It will be a matter of a few days.
-Sure? -I'm with you on this. Don't worry.
-Bye. -Bye.
-Hello. Who is it? -Me.
So late...? Is everything OK?
I was thinking about you.
Liar!
Anyway, listen. We've made a collection of 22,000 today.
I didn't call to get a business report.
Like I said, I was thinking about you.
Really?
Really? A collection of only 22,000? Drat!
Idiot!
You kept chasing business, and the two of them have made a business out of you.
Pasha and the Chief Minister have joined forces. Here, look.
"Coalition politics - Raees's business is crushed."
Didn't I tell you to get used to the station's tea?
-Get ready to fight in the election. -Raees, politics isn't our territory.
-I'm organizing your bail. -The wind has changed, Sadiq.
Now I must win the election to get out of jail.
Is it that easy to win an election? You'll need money and votes.
You get the bail.
I'll bring in the votes.
Raees has done a lot for people.
We're going to win this election.
Bail granted.
Raees has won an historic victory.
None of his opponents could even save their deposit.
I always said that when I make my world, you'd be the first person I'd show it to.
-Today's the day. -Yes? Really?
Look here.
Here.
From here to here, I can see tall houses in a row...
where children are flying kites from the terraces.
The whole sky is covered with kites.
And...
there, right behind you...
there is an English-medium school...
where kids are speaking perfect English.
"Morning, Miss Ratna."
Here...
Here is a hospital named after Mother,
and our Parsi doctor will be in charge.
His two-rupee rule will work here as well.
Here, the air itself will be prosperous, Aasiya.
There won't be fear of hunger or poverty.
Every day will be Eid, and every night, Diwali, Aasiya.
Amen.
The plan is great, Raees.
-Isn't it, everyone? -Yes.
But where will we get the money to pay for it?
Karzan, who's asking for the money in full?
You don't have to pay in full.
You only need to pay half the money now.
The rest of the money...
the rest you can pay every month over the next ten years.
Ten years isn't a short time, is it? So don't worry. Don't be afraid.
I will guarantee it. This is my community. You are all my people.
You will own your house from the first day.
Everyone will have deeds for their homes. I guarantee it.
You've said it! That's enough! It will be done!
APNI DUNIYA HOUSING PROJECT
APNI DUNIYA
Hello. Nice to see you, Majmudar, sir.
It's been a while, no?
Tell me, have you come to see me, or carry out a raid?
But keep in mind that everything concerning Apni Duniya is legal.
You're building a colony from alcohol money. What is more legal than that?
The tide is in your favor these days.
Days and nights might be for people, Majmudar, sir.
Lions have an epoch.
Anyway, try Apni Duniya's tea.
Come here, boy.
Maybe your perception will change. Cheers.
For me, you are the same today as you were yesterday.
I've changed at least a little, sir.
You can't tap into a politician's phone?
No, no, no.
I won't need to tap into your phone.
I'm now Superintendent.
Look, this time I'm not the one who is behind your transfer order.
Honestly.
I know.
Your hands are tied.
Hence, I've come to explain...
Don't give them any opportunities.
When have I ever given them an opportunity?
Hey, listen, Superintendent...
if you like, shall I book a house for you in Apni Duniya?
I'll be the one to book you... in my world.
He's now a politician, and then there's this housing project.
Raees is going to become a messiah.
Sir, there's a call from Delhi. It's urgent.
Yes?
What? Switch the TV on.
-Yes. -Yes, sir.
A train carrying returning Hajj pilgrims
has been attacked in Uttar Pradesh today.
Many people are reported dead.
Hindu-Muslim riots have broken out in many places of the country.
The police has declared an indefinite curfew in many areas.
I don't want violence in my area.
Shambhu is in charge of Zone 1.
Zone 2 includes the sensitive areas.
-Majmudar, you're in charge of that. -Sir.
After ten days of curfew, daily life has come to a standstill.
Basic amenities like food, water and medicine are not available to people.
-Give this to Auntie Lakshmi. -OK.
And, listen, Talari has a baby.
Give her this bottle of milk.
Load the food into the police van and distribute it everywhere.
Let's go.
Raees has sent food for everyone.
Slowly. Relax.
-Why aren't you taking the call? -Debtors are calling nonstop.
It's either the construction company or the food suppliers.
-Why hasn't the delivery gone out yet? -Because of the curfew, nobody's buying.
What can we do?
Stop the construction work or the free food service for a while.
No, no, no. That can't happen.
Sign this.
Let's stop food going to Hindus. It'll reduce the burden.
Hey!
How can you differentiate between Hindus and Muslims in business?
No one must die of starvation, not Hindus or Muslims.
They're all our people.
No one will stop getting food, and the Apni Duniya project won't stop.
I'll arrange the money. Nonsense!
Sir, you've controlled the riots.
Now you must control Raees. His Apni Duniya is becoming everyone's world.
It will not become anyone's world.
Those who are buying into his dreams today will grab him by the throat tomorrow.
With one blow, I'll make him a pauper.
I'm putting Apni Duniya in the Green Zone.
-How much money do we have? -About 1-2 lakhs.
That's it?
Did you blow the rest away?
-Why are you talking like this? -Don't interfere. It's business.
He should have a record.
-Tell me. Show me the accounts! -What?
You need accounts? What accounts do you want, Raees?
The cost of your election campaign?
Or of the acre-wide township of your Apni Duniya project?
For three weeks, food for four areas has been cooked in this home.
Do you think it comes for free?
How dare you ask me for the accounts!
So why are you yelling? Are you doing me a favor by showing the accounts?
For a week now, you've been shouting at everything. What's happened to you?
He's angry at the Chief Minister. He's classed our land into the Green Zone.
So what? The paperwork is still in our name, right?
He's changed the law.
We can't build on it. It can only be used for farming.
So, the Apni Duniya housing project...?
People's homes? Their money?
We've lost the money.
Everything's over.
How can it be over just like that?
There must be a way.
Think. Talk to the Chief Minister.
-Maybe he... -Shut up!
Don't use your brain too much.
I don't need anybody's advice!
Go! Mind your own business! Go!
Where will shouting get you?
Will the money you've lost be recovered, or will the houses be built?
-Raees! Raees, stop it! -Enough!
Move, Sadiq.
Raees...
Tell everyone the truth.
Or assure them that everything will be OK.
It will be, and...
for God's sake--
For God's sake, leave me alone.
That's all.
Aasiya...
-Hello. -Hello.
Brother, Battery is here.
He's debt-ridden these days.
I know. Nawab, what happened with our delivery from Doha?
The police is clamping down...
Haji, Ijaz, Hari... They've all refused.
Call Raees in.
Yeah, send him in.
Go through.
-Hello, brother. -Tell me.
What can I do for you?
I need some money as a loan.
Not some. You need a lot of money.
Trust me, I'll pay you back. With double interest.
I can't give you a loan.
But I can give you some work. What happened with that Doha job?
It's been sorted. Ijaz is doing it.
-Stop him. -The boys have left with the money.
Don't worry. I'll explain it to him. Give the job to Raees.
-Listen to me. -Give Raees the job.
Gold coming from Doha has to be delivered to Mumbai.
We'll do it.
But the curfew's not over. How will we bring in the gold?
Sadiq, if we can get from Gujarat to Mumbai, so can the gold. We'll do it.
Think about it. Do it if you can, otherwise Ijaz will.
-No, no... -No, we'll do it.
-Sure? -Sure.
Hand over the money.
Thank you, brother.
Sir?
-What's this? -It's not drugs, is it?
-Come on. -No, no.
It's packaging material.
The gold is there, isn't it?
-There's gold, right? -Yes.
Then let it go!
Brother, tell Raees his truck has left.
OK, Seth.
Tell me, sir. Tea or alcohol?
Alcohol. In a teacup.
Nobody will lose their money in the Apni Duniya project.
We'll return everybody's money.
God willing.
Today, there were five bomb blasts
in a planned manner all over the country's northern states.
When the blasts occurred,
those injured were traveling on scooters, in cars and on motorcycles.
It was a huge explosion.
Nothing could be salvaged...
This has caused immense fear and anger among the people.
No group has taken responsibility for these attacks yet.
The investigation leads to Gujarat,
where the new explosive, known as RDX, was offloaded by sea route.
I don't know anything, sir.
I'm just a driver, sir.
I was only told to deliver the goods.
Where did you pick up the goods?
Porbandar Port.
I don't know anything, sir.
Who did it belong to?
Damla and Nawab offloaded the goods together.
On whose orders?
Raees's orders.
-Hello? -It's all gone wrong, Raees.
The packing material that was with Musa's gold wasn't plastic,
but a bloody RDX bomb!
A bomb? How could it be a bomb?
And if it were a bomb, wouldn't the officer that was with you know that?
This is a new RDX bomb.
The blasts were caused by this.
That bastard Musa cheated us.
But this time the police will shoot, not chase.
Get out of there.
If we live, we'll meet again.
Oh, God.
I've made such a huge mistake.
Oh, God.
Lord, have mercy.
Raees?
In trying to save the community...
I've burned down a city, Aasiya.
Oh, God!
I've burned down a city.
Sir, Raees wasn't there, and there are no witnesses.
Damla's killed himself. Nawab's missing.
-We won't be able to prove it. -Let the court do its work. Arrest him.
Sir, he's getting rid of all the evidence.
Last time we put him in jail, he became an MLA. This time--
Sir, I also want to catch Raees.
But now we'll have to attack for the sake of peace.
I can't give what you want in writing, Majmudar.
-Let's go. -Who wants it in writing, sir?
The police will be here any minute! Run, Raees!
I won't run.
I'm not a coward, Sadiq. I'm not a coward!
You have to stay alive to prove your innocence.
If you don't run, they will...
kill you.
Sadiq's right. Run away. Please.
No. If I run away now, the police will not leave you in peace.
Tell her, Sadiq.
Take Faizaan and Aasiya to Sanjanwala's house. Right now. Immediately.
You know that they will only be safe there.
And you? I'm not going anywhere without you.
Don't argue with me! Enough!
Aasiya, believe me. I'll put everything right.
Right now it's for the best.
But...
I won't run away.
I don't know anything!
Hit them! Find out where he is!
-Tell us where he is. -I don't know, sir!
-Find each and every one. -Where's Raees?
Keep going until we know where Raees is.
He's my brother!
-I'll arrest you under TADA. -In bad times, only Raees stood by us.
Raees is here.
Send him in. And listen. Take his gun.
Alright. OK, OK.
-Well? -Raees is underground.
-Sadiq's at Sanjanwala's. -Find Raees.
-Sir, we have news on Nawab. -Get ready.
-Sir. -Now!
Come on.
You tricked me, Musa.
You made me transport explosives instead of gold.
You've performed a noble task. You'll go to heaven.
You can't when you've killed innocent people, Musa.
Raees, listen to me.
I'm leaving for Doha.
Come with me. We'll be safe there.
I'm not going anywhere.
And I won't let anyone else.
Kill Battery.
Many innocent people died, Musa.
I broke my life's philosophy in one stroke.
I'm a businessman.
But religion is not my business.
And one more thing.
Don't call me Battery.
Hello?
Doctor, give Sadiq the phone, please.
It's Raees.
This is Sadiq.
I've sorted it all out, Sadiq.
Are you guys OK?
Yes, yes. We're OK.
Did the police come?
No, "bhaijaan".
OK.
I'm on my way.
Come, bhaijaan.
Who called? It was Raees, wasn't it?
Why did you call him here, Sadiq?
What are you going to do to my Raees?
We'll just have a chat. Take her away.
He's a businessman, sir. He's never cheated anyone!
Don't cheat him either, Mr Majmudar!
-Devji... -Sir?
-Shoot him on sight. -Sir.
One wrong decision has caused so much trouble.
But I won't let anyone come to harm.
They're not at fault.
It's all my fault.
We'll be meeting again real soon.
I'm coming to you, Mother.
A van is approaching the doctor's house.
-How many are in it? -I don't know, sir.
-Is Raees in there? -It's difficult to see inside.
Target all doors of the van. Shoot on sight.
This could be Raees's new trick.
-The van is parking outside the house. -Prepare for all eventualities.
-Sir, Raees is getting out. -Shoot him!
I answer to my superiors. Shoot him.
-He's not alone. He's with the press! -What?
-Raees has brought the press! -Shall I shoot?
Hold fire. I repeat, hold fire! Nobody shoot.
Guns down! Guns down!
Out of the way, out of the way.
Hold back, hold back!
Get the press back.
Back, back!
"Bhaijaan."
Move them back!
Enough of this homecoming! Let's go.
Take care.
If you knew what would happen to you...
then why did you return?
If I didn't return, would you have left my people alone?
I had to come back to protect my people.
But what you're doing, Majmudar, sir...
Why?
What happened?
Did you lose faith in the system, or yourself?
Perhaps both.
Will you be able to live with the guilt of my murder, Majmudar, sir?
Give these to my wife, and tell her the truth.
I promised her...
that I wouldn't run away.
I think...
this is the right distance to fire a bullet.
Right?
Turn around, Raees.
Not in the back.
Shoot me in the chest, sir.
You know I can do that as well.
Shoot, sir.
No business is too small, and no duty is bigger than business.
Yes, as long as it doesn't bring any harm to anybody.
Bhaijaan!
What if someone were to call you Father?
Raees!
Every day will be Eid, and every night, Diwali, Aasiya.
Amen.
In trying to save the community,
I burned down a city, Aasiya.
I don't know if what I did that day was wrong or right.
But Raees's question still rings in my ears until this day...
Will you be able to live with the guilt of my murder, Majmudar, sir?