Black Friday Page #6

The cops have picked

up Majid and Nafisa.

This is jihad. Sacrifice

is inevitable.

True, bhai.

Something. Please do

something, bhai.

Please talk to Dawood bhai.

Sure, I'll see what I can do.

Bloody lying son of a b*tch!

Tell me... - Boss knows

you handled the RDX.

What? You're telling me

now! - I just found out.

I told you.

Sir, Majid and Nafisa

are in bad shape.

It's a jail cell Yeda,

not a hospital.

Please, I'll do whatever

you want me to.

It's a trick, you fool. You can go

in, but they won't set Majid free.

Piloo Khan has a hand in this.

I know for sure.

I won't spare the f***er.

Hang on, listen.

- I'm not going to spare the bastard

You will repent.

- You stay out of it.

Sir, I'll give you a solid

piece of information.

On one condition. You

let my brother go.

I'll speak to my superiors.

- It's genuine.

What is it? - Let Majid go.

I'll try. Tell me.

Tiger has stashed the RDX...

in a warehouse near Amrut Nagar.

Black soap.

Zanjeer, good boy.

All you can smell is fish!

It's all just dried fish.

I think he conned us.

Double check it all. - Yes sir.

Why would he lie?

Get me a knife.

Wait! There is something.

There is something.

What is this?

58 sacks in all. - 58?

All marked with blue circles, like

the ones we found in Mumbra.

Yes Dangle. - Sir, the RDX

came in these cartons.

They're marked with a blue circle.

Hello. - Sir, Piloo Khan was also

Involved with the blasts.

Who is this?

He is Dawood's hitman.

He's still in Bombay.

Who's speaking?

- A well wisher.

Don't you want to take revenge?

I don't have a problem. Piloo

here has the problem.

He comes on my turf and messes

with my operations.

There won't be problems anymore.

Forget you ever had

any. Shake hands.

Shake hands.

C'mon, for Dawood bhai.

He's asking you to

forget the past.

Shake hands.

Please take off your shoes

before you come in.

Piloo Khan?

He's not here.

- Where has he gone?

I don't know.

- When's he expected?

I don't know.

There's a Chinese joint in Bandra...

'Stomach'. That's where

they usually sit.

Who all?

Sir, the cops want you.

Calling me? - Yes.

Rajkumar Khurana is here.

Shall we interrogate him?

Sit the rascal down

outside the lock-up.

You go. - Dangle? - Yes sir?

- Sir, madam on the line.

Go, make Noor Mohammed talk.

I'll join you.

Kadam, open it up.

Said anything yet?

- Not yet.

Nothing?

Hold my gun. - Yes sir.

- You, get up!

Tell me. Who else was with you?

Go there!

Why have I been brought here?

What have I done?

Take your shoes off! This

is a police station.

Sleeping? You think

you own this place?

Take off your socks! Take

off your socks!

I'll trample those feet!

You won't stand again!

Speak up! Who else was with you?

No... no one. Show me your hand.

Take the watch off!

Why are you shouting?

Shut up!

Keep it in Kadam. Lock it.

- I'll lock it sir.

Are you thirsty?

No.

Dangle sir. - Yes.

Has he said anything?

- Nothing.

What's your name?

Rakesh Khurana.

- Who's Rajkumar Khurana?

I am.

Can't you tell us your full name?

- What do you do?

I own a restaurant

in Bandra. Stomach.

Big deal!

- Do you know Piloo Khan?

He's a friend.

- Where is he?

What has he done?

Answer to the point!

Where the HELL is he?

I don't know.

Kadam. - Yes sir? - Lock him up.

Sir. - Sit.

I'm going to rest for a while,

you don't need me, right?

No.

Whose lawyer is that?

- Khurana's.

The Court has ordered his release.

Come on.

Prepare the documents. - Yes sir.

You're Khurana's lawyer?

- Yes.

The formalities will be done by

morning. Then we'll let him go.

Where's Kadam?

- Downstairs.

Get him here. - Sir that...

- Sit here.

Open the door. - Get up!

Get in! I said get in!

Sit down! Sit!

Wait! Wait there I said.

Don't talk rubbish I said.

Quiet! No noise. - What is your

name? - Rajkumar Khurana.

Get up! - He got up!

You will become old.

Show me his face.

Are you sisters?

- She is my daughter.

Khurana!

We hadn't arrested Khurana.

We had only interrogated him.

We didn't suspect him.

We knew that he didn't know...

...what Piloo Khan does.

Samra says there's no smoke

without fire. He says...

...this man wouldn't have

killed himself...

. if he hadn't felt really guilty.

Olga Tellis writes in

the Sunday Observer

The police have tended to preen

...they congratulate themselves...

on the completion of their task,

when in actual fact...

all that they have accomplished is

the arrest of a bunch of coolies.

Rakesh Maria is right. It's been

two weeks since we last met...

but I still remember his words.

If Allah had been with us, our

plan would have succeeded.

Mantralaya, Sena Bhavan, Bal

Thackeray... all destroyed.

That did not happen because

Allah willed otherwise.

"It swung..."

"A cradle of gypsies swung..."

Some water please?

Get him some water.

"I have read the Quran, but..."

I want to meet Maria sir.

- Why?

I have something to tell him.

He'll send for you if he needs

to. - It's important.

It's important. Just mention it,

Tell him it's Badshah Khan.

I now realise it. Tiger used us.

He bore heavy losses

during the riots.

His office was torched.

He betrayed us.

He escaped and left us behind.

He burnt our passports.

From Delhi to Jaipur,

back to Delhi...

to Rampur to Tonk to

Calcutta to Rampur...

I was kicked around.

Finally he stopped taking

my phone calls.

I want to become a state witness.

- Make an official request.

Mr. M.N. Singh... My

name is Badshah Khan.

I met Javed Chikna, resident

of Mahim, two years ago.

Writing a letter?

It was at a business meeting

at Chikna's place...

where I first met Tiger.

I've known about him ever since.

In the December 1992 riots...

Javed was wounded

by a police bullet.

Where are you going?

- To the station.

Stay here!

- I'll be back soon.

Who's there?

- Shahnawaz.

Shall I go? - Greetings.

Greetings. - Yes, what is it?

The police shot Chikna. What? He's

at National hospital.

Javed Chikna?

It's Tailor.

- Sorry, Javed Dawood Tailor.

This lot's already dead.

Ask over there.

Check inside.

Badshah.

Javed. - Greetings. - Greetings.

Even the police!

They're all a part of this.

They opened fire on us! Now

they are watching our backs.

A few weeks later, my

friend Aziz's son died.

He'd poisoned himself.

I went for the funeral.

There I ran into Javed again.

We were sitting at Aziz's place,

then Tiger's man Shafi came.

He took Javed aside, they spoke.

Javed bhai, he's calling you.

You're free tonight? Tiger bhai's

expecting a shipment. Come along.

But where are you going?

I told you, I don't know.

Who's going with you?

Shahnawaz will be there.

Money has to come from somewhere.

I can't go to work anymore, can

I? We need to eat, don't we?

Take him along, too.

He stays here! With you.

Every time I have to call and

ask whose number is what.

You have come.

I thought you had been

killed on the way.

What news? Come in.

Look at the hotel. Superb.

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