Gangs of Wasseypur 2 Page #2

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to his iIIegaI affairs.

His business finaIIy became stabIe

when he set up a massive iron warehouse.

PopuIar BoIIywood song:]

Take me...

Make me yours.

It is time...

...make Iove to me.

Let me wear your body...

... whiIe you sprinkIe your

honey Iove on me!

Isn't this song a IittIe... naughty?

Like you.

Huh?

I want your...

permission for something.

What?

You won't mind, right?

Nope.

I want to have ses with you.

Do you want to eat my

shoe first...?

That's it. Get out.

Get out!

- But you said you won't mind.

Yeah, right!

Get out now.

I'II wake up everyone

with one scream.

'Lover gets the Bride'.

- Seen it 4 times.

'Who Am I To You?'

- That fiIm's gone.

'BoIIywood Dreams'?

- Seen it.

'Karan Arjun'?

Come on...

Iet's see that fiIm.

It's got Shahrukh and

SaIman as Heros.

No, you'II hoId my hand.

I won't.

- You wiII.

I swear on my mom, I won't.

And you won't press

my cheeks?

I swear on mom, I won't.

And you won't grope my Iap

to 'Iook for popcorn'?

I swear on mom, I won't.

-You won't?

WiII you stick to me?

- I swear on mom, I won't.

Why don't you just watch it with

your mom then, Ioser.

Give me a penciI two.

Don't go aIone.

What if you're attacked from behind?

Listen, oId woman...

...in this Iine of work

one can't trust 2 things.

One, the fear born from

your own heart.

And second... partnership!

Death is certain. If AIIah doesn't kiII me,

this neighbourhood wiII.

God forbid!

FazIu Ieft me fatherIess...

...when I trusted him more

than myseIf.

So what's the point!

Arms deaIer:
]

This button unIoads the entire magazine.

Guddu:
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I want 15 of these.

Guddu:
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And 12 of this.

Arms deaIer:
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Is that aII?

Guddu:
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Boss wants onIy this many.

What's that?

Arms deaIer:
]

Pager.

What does it do?

You send messages through it.

You teII them your message and

they send it for you.

Message to whom?

To whoever you have

work with.

But who sends it?

Whoever has work.

Yeah, but who sends it?

Anyone can...

yourfamiIy or yourfriends.

So very dark...

My Iover is so dark...

His skin is dark...

but his heart is darker.

Dark abuses faII from his

bIack tongue...

Grey days become dark evenings...

For my Iover is a coaI criminaI.

So very dark...

My Iover is so dark.

Dark skin...

with a darker heart.

And bIack cusses faII from

his bIack tongue.

Grey days become dark evenings...

For my Iover is a coaI criminaI.

He wiII find the damn coaI...

...and steaI the damn coaI.

He wiII find the damn coaI,

and steaI the damn coaI.

He won't stoke the kitchen fires...

But he sure knows how to

steaI that coaI.

My Iover is a wicked, wicked thief.

The soiI is dark,

the dog is bIacker.

BIack as the kohI in my eyes.

He's bIack as a raven...

...he's darker than fear.

Gang member:
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MereIy hoIding a gun doesn't make you a Don.

Gang member:
]

MereIy hoIding a gun doesn't make you a Don.

KiIIing SuItan and Ramadhir Singh

is no chiId's pIay.

To do that you need guts.

And how many has FaizaI

kiIIIed anyway?

Just FazIu...

...that too by conning him

with friendship.

For now peopIe seem afraid,

but that fearwiII soon evaporate.

What say, brother...

Am I wrong?

Check this out.

Brother, any cIue what day of the

week it is today?

Such a wicked thief.

Such a wicked, wicked thief.

Such a crazy coaI thief.

Dark as sin...

...that's my Iover.

FaizaI:
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I've sworn on my mother...

...that I'II Iay your corpse

at herfeet.

Why on earth?

Because you kiIIed my father.

See, if I hadn't kiIIed yourfather

he wouId've kiIIed me.

But you aIso kiIIed his father.

True.

He wanted to kiII me too.

See, that's how the story began.

Look, FaizaI...

...I have nothing against you,

yourfather or your brother.

I kiIIIed them so I couId Iive.

TeII me, who wants to die needIessIy?

So what do you want?

I won't come in yourway.

You ruIe Wasseypur.

Do as you pIease.

Make your miIIions.

Dhanbad authorities wiII

back you.

And if my men flout this agreement,

feeI free to shoot me.

But if you sIip up...

...then I wiII act appropriateIy.

You shouIdn't mind then.

So your dad's merriIy

joined hands with them...

...and espects us to

get amnesia.

That bastard chopped up FazIu

and we shouId forget it?

But you kiIIed his brother

and father... didn't you?

Now father has decided that

no one wiII touch FaizaI.

What if he attacks us?

Then handIe it...

but don't invoIve us.

BIack cIouds Ioom,

there wiII be bIack rain.

His bIack flags rebeI...

against the dark winds.

But the money in his bIack purse

is as guiIty as his eyes.

The ingIorious smoke from

his bIack fIames...

The bIack sun ruIes with

its iron heat.

The Iamp, the eIephant, and aII...

is bIack... pitch bIack.

God damn that coaI...

...he wiII steaI the damn coaI.

If there is coaI,

he wiII find it and steaI it...

...for that's aII his bIack heart

gives a sh*t about.

He's the thief of my heart.

Have you crapped as weII?

Where's KhaIid?

Nasir:
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KhaIid was SuItan's main henchman.

And the onIy one of Sardar's kiIIers

whose whereabouts were unknown.

How much does he pay you?

Dried bones and bread.

If you join me you'II get a whoIe

goat every month.

Now where do I shoot you...

in the ass...?

In the intestines...?

Or...

... shaII I Iet you go?

- Let me go.

What?

- Let me go.

Okay, then.

From now you'II shadow

KhaIid for me.

And if you try to decieve me

I'II bury you wherever you're standing.

See, I smoke pot, hash...

...I've even murdered FazIu

and a few others.

Done some jaiI time too.

So you want to teII me

about your stuff?

FAIZAL]

Like a wire...

As thin as a wire...

My darIing's as thin as a wire...

What in God's name have you done

to him, ma-in-Iaw?

My darIing's shrunken Iike

a drled prune...

He's Iike a dried prune...

Poor darling...

my poor dear.

Just doesn't eat...

My darIing doesn't eat a thing...

What in God's name have you done

to him, ma-in-Iaw?

My darIing's as thin as a wire...

My darIing waIks in dark caves...

My darIing waIks in dark caves...

His Iife's a dark mine,

swiftIy fiIIing with water...

Where have you Ied the poor

workers, our Ieader?

Where have you Ied the peopIe,

great Ieader?.

Was this the Worker's movement,

dear Ieader?

Was this the flame you Iit,

peopIe's Ieader?

At the rate of coaI...

SoId at the rate of coaI...

SoId at the rate of coaI,

everyday my dear.

My darling, my dear...

My Bihar!

Fountains of Iament burst through

mountains of sadness...

Fountains of Iament, my dear...

My darIing is as thin as a wire.

Priest:
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...with a deposit of Rs.11,021...

...and these peopIe as yourwitness,

do you take Mohsina as your wife?

I do.

Do you grant FaizaI Khan

permission to marry you?

I permit him.

Say, 'I do'.

I do!

CongratuIations, dear!

What broke?

Either sIeep or

Iay the mattress on the floor.

Some guy's here with

news of KhaIid.

FaizaI:
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Where's my gun?

Mohsina:
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In your pants!

FaizaI:
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Shut up!

Mohsina:
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But where are you going?

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