Gunday
The end of the third war
between lndia and Pakistan
The months-old Bangladeshi freedom
movement finally won
A new country was born.
Bangladesh
As the lndian army left Dhaka...
...two friends stood behind
the barbed wire
Two orphans. Bikram and Bala
What had come to pass?
Was it right or wrong?
Would this new country give
them a new life?
That question echoed in their minds
When Bangladesh was born...
...thousands of people of
With no food or shelter
Faced with conflict many countries
can forget...
...it's their own people who pay
the highest price
Thousands were lost
in death's darkness
That darkness was soon to
engulf Bikram and Bala
When hunger is overwhelming
There's only one answer
to this question
Want to eat?
Will you work for me?
You'll feed us?
We'll do as you say
That was a time when there were
more guns than people
Lateef bought guns from the army...
...and sold them to ordinary folk
Bikram and Bala were
his new recruits
lnnocent looking children
aren't suspected
Or checked
As time passed, the boys
got smarter
Bikram and Bala were soon
Lateef's best gun couriers
Lateef!
Your gun trade is
well cared for
What about my needs?
How will l satisfy them?
Sir, you know full well.
Only skeletons in the camp
You're right
Tell you what
Leave a boy here
Sir?
Leave a boy here
They're children
Your daughter isn't a child
Nor a skeleton
But, sir?
Uncle, you take Bala and go.
l'll stay
Smart kid
l said go!
My sins are many
And Your heart All-forgiving
Say something, Uncle
What will he do to Bikram?
Let's go and get Bikram
Stay here
l'll go alone
l go nowhere without him
Bala!
Sir, let me go
l beg you, sir
He who accepts me as master,
Ali is his master
What you doing here?
- Untie him
- Gun down!
Untie him. Or l'll blow
your head off
Bikram, get dressed
Don't move!
Put that gun down
Bala, run!
Bala, wait
Who fired?
Bikram! Run
Stop them!
Uncle, we killed the moron
- Who?
- The moustache man
- Gone!
- Shot him
He was an army officer.
They won't spare you
for Calcutta. Take it
Take some money
May God protect you both
Run!
At Your door
l bow my head
You are my saviour
Protector and Guardian
Look everywhere!
Maybe they were run over
Pull the chain!
We request all passengers
Not to leave the station without
their lDs checked
without verification...
... they'll be severely punished
Your order. Fish and rice
Bala! Who cleans table three?
father to do it?
Go on!
These dimwits don't get it
Good-for-nothing
The moron
Bala, what's wrong?
l can tell you're boiling with rage
l could kill someone,
that's why
You boil over like hot milk
Learn to use your anger
lt's very useful
Forget it
Look over there!
l made you something
Go on!
What is it?
A dream. lt'll come true one day
Meaning?
A palace. For you and me
You'll see. We'll live in a
palace some day
Like true princes
- Sure?
- Take my thumbprint
The top floor is where...
...l'll live
And l'll stay in your heart
You live there anyway
Damn idlers! Having fun?
You're glaring
l'll pull your eyes out
Get out!
You Bangladeshi refugees
lnfesting our Calcutta. Out!
Let me go!
l'll split his head in two,
burn his shop down
Fighting won't get you anywhere.
Your brains will
l have no brains. But l know...
...one survives by grabbing
We've escaped bullets,
but hunger will get us
The restaurant owner swore
at us, but never fed us
How do l calm my belly?
Wait a minute
Brother, how much for the coal?
10kgs for 2 rupees
That's a lot
The market price
The price will fall today
- Come
- Where to?
The coal once saved our lives.
lt'll feed us now
What now?
Bala, hurry!
Give me a break!
Done. Pull me up
This coal will make us rich
one day. You'll see
- Sure?
- Take my thumbprint
Buying coal?
From you?
Does the star Rajesh khanna
supply you then?
- How much?
- What's the market price?
- 10kgs for 2 rupees
- We sell at half price
20kgs here
Here! Two rupees
Put the coins in my hand
Put them in my hand
Don't mess with him.
Do as he says
What's this?
Remember the cups l broke?
Buy some more
l see! So we're even now?
Now what?
Next time a child...
... breaks a cup...
...before you swear at him...
...remember this small hand
and my tight slap
Now we're even.
Let's go, Bala
THE OUTLAWS:
Celebrate the joys of love
Diwali again!
200 quintals of coal here
We started with 20kgs
ten years ago
With interest, we must own
at least 200 quintal, no?
Here comes your Tina!
l'll be riding Tina one day
Sure?
- Take my thumbprint
- You liar!
Tina scares you
Or do l tell you?
Tell Tina instead
Or do l say nothing?
What's up, brother?
Found no one to play
hide-and-seek with?
You Bikram and Bala?
That's what they call us.
Any objection?
You robbed Dibakar's train
the don Dibakar
Does this don Dibakar rule lndia?
Own the railways?
Think it's funny?
This coal trade is Dibakar's
Trade? lt's called thieving
And the coal l rob...
...belongs to me
And so does the trade
Tone down your attitude.
You'll regret it
Attitude runs in my blood. Your
barking won't change that
One minute
Tell me something
When is Dibakar's next train?
At 8 tomorrow. Why?
Tell your Dibakar
lf his guts are where they're
meant to be...
...let him stop us
Hey brothers! Tell me something
Which of you rascals...
...is the rascal Dibakar?
You look angry. Must be you
How come this train belongs
to a petty pickpocket?
Let's not argue
Let's clear up something
Ask what
Well, what?
The man who unloads the coal
off the train...
...owns the train and runs
the coal trade
You dare show me attitude
on my turf? Antics done?
The train and the coal are mine
Rum?
Now watch me!
Whose train is it?
Mine
lt was mine and always will be
lt can never be yours.
know why?
You scum are Bangladeshi
refugees
Fugitives!
We're not refugees.
We're lndians
Are we to blame if the country
got divided?
This side of the line makes you
lndian
That side of the line makes us
refugees?
We didn't draw the line
But now we will
And our first domain will be
the city of...
Calcutta
dangerous than poison
Fan those flames and they
destroy all souls
tormented Bikram and Bala
They had only one aim
To rule over all of Calcutta
They controlled the coal
The fish market
Burma teak
Steel scrap yards. Gas
Wheat and oil. Controlled
every black market in town
Calcutta was in their grip
The one-time petty coal thieves
were now...
...the city's big shots
With one remaining desire
The desire to become lndian citizens
Your ration card
Now you're legally lndian
No one can dare call you refugees
l can't read
Bikram Bose. Bala Bhattacharya
ln the eyes of the law,
0 fans
Submitted on August 05, 2018
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