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

lndian origin lived there

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

A refugee train is leaving

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

lf anyone tries to leave

without verification...

... they'll be severely punished

Your order. Fish and rice

Bala! Who cleans table three?

Do you expect your mother or

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

That train belongs to

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

We're robbing his train again

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

The flames of pride are more

dangerous than poison

Fan those flames and they

destroy all souls

The poison of being refugees

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,

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