Haider Page #6

Synopsis: Vishal Bhardwaj's adaptation of William Shakespeare's 'Hamlet', Haider - a young man returns home to Kashmir on receiving news of his father's disappearance. Not only does he learn that security forces have detained his father for harboring militants, but that his mother is in a relationship with his very own uncle. Intense drama follows between mother and son as both struggle to come to terms with news of his father's death. Soon Haider learns that his uncle is responsible for the gruesome murder, what follows is his journey to avenge his father's death.
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Vishal Bhardwaj
Production: UTV Communications
  14 wins & 32 nominations.
 
IMDB:
8.2
Rotten Tomatoes:
91%
NOT RATED
Year:
2014
160 min
2,937 Views


- Let go of him...

- Let go of him...

We caught him in time...

or he might have...

I didn't kill you for

you were in prayer...

Even a ghastly sinner would enter

heaven if killed in prayer.

Haider...

you have really gone insane!

Take him away...

I will kill you...

when you are in sin...

not when you are in prayer...

I'll aim my bullets at

your treacherous eyes, Khurram...

those deceitful eyes that

entrapped my mother.

I will aim my bullets

at your treacherous eyes...

those deceitful eyes that

entrapped my mother...

Move it...

Step inside.

Shoot from a distance...

And shoot him on the back.

Wake-up!

Wake-up?

Wake-up you idiot!

Take out your gun!

Watch out!

Haider don't!

We'll do as you say...

Free my hands.

Okay.

It is not my fault...

He told them everything...

He's lying!

He's lying!

It is not my fault...

It was all his fault...

Why are you lying?!

Darn!

Grab the gun... Quick!

Want some of this?

Chutzpah!

Run...

Run...

Run Salman, run!

Up... Salman!

Watch out!

Salman!

Salman!

- Hello...

- Khurram is still alive.

- But I've killed three cops.

I heard...

Where are you now?

On the Pampore highway.

Stay on the line.

It's the doctor's son...

Send him across the border...

You'll need go across

the border for training.

Get to the graveyard

where we met first.

- We'll get in touch...

Alright.

Bye.

Hello.

Hello...

Hello Haider...

Where are you?

In the hospital?

- Haider...

There were other ways to pan...

Why did you have

to get my father killed?

God!

This is not true!

I swear upon God...

this is not true!

I'm going mother.

Where?

You're crossing the border?

It is a fatal trek..

I won't bear losing you..

At least, meet me once...

I won't stop you this time.

I promise...

- Meet me once.

Meet me once.

- My two-faced mother.

Such innocence in one face;

such deceit in the other...

We are not to be blamed

for the doctor's death

Oh! How sad to see a mother lie...

The flowers on father's grave

were still fresh...

and you rushed into

Khurram's marital bed.

The world knows you and Khurram

conspired to murder my father.

These are utter lies...

Mother...

Ikhlaq was hiding in our

house that fateful day...

only you knew that.

Khurram was an informant

for the army...

and you were his informer.

Hello.

You're home?

Then what's that shining in the sky?

I'm scared Khurram.

What happened?

Hilaal's brought Ikhlaq home today.

Ikhlaq Latif!

I had no idea that

Khurram was an informant.

I never wanted to harm

your father.

I did not hate him.

And Khurram?

How did you feel for Khurram?

Wait...

Stop the jeep...

I'll wait eagerly...

For you to be a widow again.

My angel, will you do me

one last favor?

I am tired of my wretched life...

End my agony!

Your life is your punishment.

Differentiation is

the unique element...

It is important to be unique

at something that is...

valuable to your customers...

Lakshmi, I told you not to put

any calls through...

Who?

Yes, put him through...

Hello...

You're equally responsible

for this death...

Despite everything ...

you went to see him...

without telling me...

Your son has crossed over

to the other side...

He's become a bloodthirsty animal.

Yes... but at least

he's not a snake in the grass.

Where is Haider?

- Liyaqat... calm down.

Where is he?

- Liyaqat... calm down.

Wherever he is...

he will not survive.

I won't stop till

I put him in a coffin.

Both of them had

guns in their hands...

If Haider wouldn't

have fired first...

Pan/ez would have.

Everyone wants to kill him.

I know he won't make it

The doctor's wife on the line.

Roohdaar...

- Who is this?

Ghazala...

Ghazala Meer...

Oh, why don't you come...

My dearly departed ...

Where you are now...

Sleep.

Oh, why don't you come...

My tired one...

My life...

Just sleep.

Not twilight or sunset...

Just darkness, only darkness...

Not twilight or sunset...

Just darkness, only darkness...

A nest for your soul...

So rest, just sleep.

Oh, why don't you come...

No one is deep or shallow...

No giants or dwan/es here...

In the nests of a grave...

Only the deep sleep exists...

No beds, no breakfast...

No bags, no baggage...

Only an angel's lullaby...

So sleep...

Oh, why don't you come...

Come home...

Haider...

Where have you been?

We have been waiting for you.

Dig a grave and rest...

Grandpa, Why do skulls

keep grinning?

Your skull will surely

be a brooding one.

Shut up and eat.

The dead know they never lived fully.

And it never stops with death...

Got it?

The body turns into soil...

the soil is,

turned into pots and toys...

You maybe Alexander or Akbar...

Hitler or Gandhi...

all that remains is dust.

Who knows... this flask your grandpa

is sewing tea from...

might be made of some dust

from Alexander's body...

He may have conquered the world...

but today he's sewing

tea in a graveyard.

Whose funeral is it?

A dead person's...

Will you have some tea?

Is it a woman's?

How does it matter?

Let's go and eat...

Come along, son...

Come along.

- Haider, come now...

- Haider!

Arshee...

- Haider...

Haider!

Haider...

Stop Haider... don't go there...

Listen to me...

Haider... don't go there...

They will kill you...

Haider...

Arshee...

Arshee!

Arshee!

Arshee!

- Control yourself...

- Come what may...

- the boy should live...

Get out of there now.

We have too many

weapons Zahoor...

they won't fit in the car.

Take whatever you can. Leave!

NOW!

- Zahoor... it is too late.

- Liyaqat...

Muzamil!

There's a whole battalion inside...

You said he was alone...

I didn't know, sir...

Throw a grenade...

- Brother...

- Brother...

- Bring the rocket launcher here!

- Rocket launcher loaded!

Fire...

Fire!

You were to fire in the middle!

- Muzamil...

Take the whole darn house down...

Yes, sir!

Load up...

Loaded, sir!

What are you doing here?

Please spare my son.

I'll get him to surrender...

If you truly love me,

give me one chance.

- My angel!

My angel!

My angel!

If you got so much as

a scratch as a child...

I'd tear apart the world...

You are now covered in blood and...

I can't do a thing.

Mother... I won't surrender.

Don't you want to see me

as a widow again?

Angel...

There's no greater pain...

than to see the corpse

of your child.

There is...

To die without avenging

the murder of one's father.

Revenge begets revenge...

Revenge does not set us free...

Freedom lies beyond revenge.

True freedom.

I beg you drop your weapons,

surrender... or else...

Or else?

You won't live through it?

- Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

"Haider..."

"Avenge me of my brother."

"Aim bullets at those

cunning, deceiving eyes..."

"that entrapped your mother..."

"Revenge only begets revenge..."

"Avenge me..."

"Revenge does not set you free..."

"Revenge does not set you free..."

"Avenge me..."

"Freedom lies beyond revenge..."

Haider!

Haider! Finish me off...

Take your revenge...

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Basharat Peer

Basharat Peer (born 1977) is a Kashmiri journalist, script writer, author, political commentator, and separatist, hailing from Kashmir and currently based in New York City. He is currently an Opinion editor at The New York Times (International).Peer is a fellow of the Open Society Institute in New York, a George Soros initiative. He maintains that both India and Pakistan are occupying forces in Kashmir and often calls the Indian-administered part of Jammu and Kashmir as Indian-occupied Kashmir. more…

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