Himmatwala

Jackson is my God!

Jackson is my God!

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's me, Michael Jai Kishen!

The owner of Funkytown Disco!

As you all know...

for 30 days in a month...

Funkytown Disco is the place to dance.

Everybody dances like Michael Jackson here at Funkytown Disco.

But on the last day of the month...

Funkytown Disco transforms

into a fight arena!

This is an opportunity for

all of you to make some money!!

And here's the number-one

street fighter from Russia...

Zubisco!

This is Zubisco at

the Funkytown Disco...

Which one of you here can defeat him?

For every rupee you bet,

you'll get five!

Is there anybody here

who can fight Zubisco?

Anybody?

No one.

I swear on Michael...

there's no brave heart here.

New odds!

Two for one!

Two for one!

Why did the train have to arrive

now and ruin my beauty sleep...

'all for a ticket'!

It's been years since anyone

got off at this railway station...

whose ticket do I check..my own?

It's a miracle!

A passenger stepped off!

It's a miracle!

For the first time,

I will check someone's ticket!

Miracle!

I'm no miracle, I'm Ravi.

No way, you are not Ravi...

You're a brave heart.

Brave heart?

Yes!

Only a brave heart can have

the courage to come to Ram nagar.

Why do you need courage for that?

Well, I've only seen

people depart from Ramnagar.

Never seen anyone arrive.

You're probably the first...

and the last...

'all for a ticket'!

Are you saying there's a ghost here?

There's a man.

A man who is more

dangerous than a ghost!

He has made everyone's

life here miserable...

'all for a ticket'!

Is he a Ticket Checker like you?

Oh no, he is the head of the village.

He controls the fate

of every villager.

Thanks to him there's no school,

no police station, no hospital here.

The only thing that

is there is his iron rule!

He is the terror of Ramnagar...

Sher Singh.

Ramnagar is prospering like Ahmedabad.

Why?

All thanks to me.

People here are satisfied

like those in Surat.

Why?

All thanks to me.

Some are living it

up like those in Rajkot...

and others are pious

like those in Pune.

Why?

All thanks to me.

How nice of you to give

me a standing ovation...

Sher Singhji!

Aplause!

Fellow villagers, everything that I just

said has been possible because of him.

Hello brother-in-law.

I didn't realize you were behind me.

I thought a wild buffalo

was nudging me with its horns!

Get lost, you idiot!

Get lost.

Brot he r-i n-law.

How can I go away from you,

brother-in-law?

If you are Doordarshan, I'm Chayageet!

If you are a sewage pipe..

What the...?

I'm the dirty water

flowing through it.

I can never go away from you.

Narayan Das!

Brother-i n-law!

Every time you compliment me,

it sounds like an insult.

Insult?

My name is Narayan, like Lord Vishnu.

I was paying you a compliment.

Fellow villagers...

Sher Singh will now talk to you about

the elections to be held next month.

Bark!

I mean, talk!

Fellow villagers...

please sit down.

For the local election

held every five years...

you choose me as your candidate,

as per my order.

And I know it's your

love and affection for me.

It's amazing how a candidate votes

for himself and wins!

Sher Singh!

But this time, I request you to...

field another candidate against me.

Shyam... Birju...

Yusuf... Kishan...

No?

Very good, smart decision.

Let's go, Narayan Das.

Sher Singhji,

I will contest against you.

Have you lost your mind?

Let me say it.

The villagers have mortgaged

their land to you and...

that's the reason they are silent!

But I don't have any land.

I will contest the election.

I am a true citizen of Ramnagar.

Gopi, come here.

Let me give you an

insight about elections.

You are a true citizen, huh?

Come here.

Don't be afraid.

Yes, I am talking to you.

Come here.

The true citizen has no clue

that soon he will be truly dead.

Don't be afraid...

I won't harm you.

I will walk away from here.

Once I leave...

you will have a winning

smile on your face...

you will walk back with

pride to your broken hut...

and as you will sit

down to have lunch...

And then the story of

Sher Singh's baton will begin.

No!

Gopi...

Today I gave you an

insight about your tomorrow

So decide today what

you want tomorrow

Come on.

The villagers are waiting.

I'm very happy that Gopi will

contest the elections against me.

No way!

If I do that,

I won't have legs to stand on.

Forgive me!

Three cheers to Sher Singhji!

I know it's your love

and affection for me.

You may go home.

Amazing, brot he r-i n-law.

If people don't agree with you...

you show them their future

and they are enlightened!

You could say that.

There's no one in this village...

who can stand up to

the might of Sher Singh!

Excuse me...

Yes?

Isn't this Savitri Devi's house?

Yes, but she doesn't

live here anymore.

She went away with her

daughter many years ago.

Where?

To the outskirts of this village.

They live in a hut over there.

Mom.

I'm done with the clothes

aunt Sushma wanted stitched.

I'll go and give them to her.

Sure...

listen.

We don't have any food for tonight.

Go to the store and ask

Keshavji to lend some rice.

He might give you an earful...

It's okay, mom. I'll get it.

Yes.

You?

I've often heard that...

a mother can always sense

when her son is close to her.

Ravi!

Ravi!

Mom...

Padma, please forgive me.

It was a misunderstanding

when I was a kid.

I thought both of you were dead.

That's why I never

came back to Ramnagar.

But when I learnt that you are...

I don't get it...

are these tears of

happiness or sadness.

Happiness because my mother

and sister are alive.

And sad that they are

living in such misery.

Why mom?

You are Padma were children.

Your father was the most respected

priest at the Ramnagar temple.

Your father was respected by

all while sher singh was hated by all.

But one fine day...

he saw sher singh killing someone.

Your father decided that he will tell all

the villagers about Sher singh's crime.

But before your father

could tell the villagers...

Sher singh stole

the idol's jewellery...

and planted them in our house.

And in front of the villagers framed

your father for the theft.

This is a conspiracy.

The priest and the mullah!

Iqbal, everyone here

knows both of you are friends.

Sher Singh, the villagers trust me.

And you betrayed that very trust!

Villagers, don't forget that your houses

and your property are mortgaged to me.

To me!

So, tell me...

do you trust the...

priest or me?

Sher Singh insulted your father before

the villagers to such an extent that...

he couldn't face them anymore.

Due to Sher Singh's fear,

the villagers remained quiet.

Sher Singh humiliated your father

and had him exiled from Ramnagar.

Sher Singh!

Ravi...

You will attack Sher Singh?

We won't spare you.

Listen to me, go away!

Otherwise they will kill you.

Open the door.

Go away and never come back.

Burn their house down!

Go away!

Savitri's husband was a thief.

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