Kaminey Page #5

But if my sister

marries a migrant...

I'll be crucified!

My grave will be dug.

Not only will

I lose my reputation...

but my election fund as well.

The builder is paying me to

get his son and Sweety married.

Five crores!

Can you imagine how much that is?

There is powder worth

ten crores in the guitar.

How much?

Five whopping crores!

If I give you ten...

will you sell her to me?

Ten crores!

- I can take it all if I want.

- But all I want is ten lakhs.

What is your name?

Anything you want to call me!

Do you know who I am?

No... but I know

you're badly screwed!

- You don't have a choice.

I'll dig you out from your grave.

- Have mercy! You can have it all!

Shut the crap!

Useless dolts!

As soon as I'm away...

you guys start jerking off!

Tell me!

Chief, we were...

"Chief", "chief"... stop barking!

Grandma has given the nod!

Brother-in-law, can you believe it?

It wasn't easy getting her around.

She can be quite fickle...

so we've got to act quickly!

Go get the guitar!

- We'll take care of the wedding.

Start the arrangements right away...

contact the caterer...

and go tell grandma to make sweets.

We're having a feast tonight.

Why haven't you left?

You should get going...

What about the election now?

What about it?

I'll join the party

that backs your lot.

Brother-in-law...

politics is a business.

Power and family.

That's all that matters!

Done digging my grave?

Reporting from inside the coffin.

You got your ten lakhs.

- Deal. Take down the address.

I've sent the address and plan.

With whom?

- Police.

Should be on their way.

Look at that! Chief Tope...

sleeping like a baby!

Let's find the guitar.

- Daddy...

- Found the guitar?

- Still searching.

Beware! The lisper is

with the cops!

- They'll come around sniffing.

- Alright.

As soon as you find the stuff...

- shoot him off. - Sure.

What if we don't find it?

Then get your mom

hooked up with him!

- Why drag my poor mom into this?

- Hail Maharashtra!

- Hail Maharashtra!

- Hail Maharashtra!

- What are you doing here?

Listening.

Listening to what?

How about a chocolate?

No, I want a car!

My my! A car?

Keep this!

This won't even get me a bicycle.

Is this good enough?

- Remember, you heard nothing!

Now scram!

You shitface!

- You aren't dead yet?

- Now what do you want?

- You're alright?

The police let you go?

Disappointed to see me alive?

Arsehole!

You almost sacrificed me

for the girl.

We got married last night.

Now you want a wedding gift?

I need a loan.

Did the sun rise

from the west today?

Will my filthy money be...

good for you?

I don't want money...

I want the guitar case.

Come again?

I'll gouge your eyes out,

if you even look at it.

Sweety's life depends on it.

How sweet!

- She's pregnant.

I'm not responsible.

I will repay every penny.

Wasn't I d... dead for you?

Arsehole!

Remember, what you

swore on dad's pyre?

"l don't want to see your f...

f... face ever again."

Stop blaming yourself!

Bury the ghosts of the past.

Forgive yourself.

Whose ghosts?

Forgive myself for what?

Even if you got the money on time...

dad would've killed himself.

Neither of us are

responsible for his death.

But we are

responsible for our own lives.

Let me go or it'll be too late.

- Guddu!

Life is offering you

a second chance.

Don't walk away

from the right path.

I swear I'll shoot.

There was a time...

when we were inseparable.

- Daddy...

We were so happy.

He was both a mother

and father to us.

He was our hero.

A thief, he wasn't.

What made him steal the watch...

and for whom...

was beyond our understanding.

- Five thousand, nothing less.

- I've spoken with

the boss. Go get it.

- We'll let your father go.

They've asked for five,

I have three.

- How? - Scholarship...

- Where is it?

- The wa... wa...

- The watch tower? - Yes.

Stay with father,

I'll be back with five.

By the time l

returned with the money...

father had committed suicide.

And with his death...

we were brothers no more.

Open your mouth... ha ha ha!

- Daddy...

This is the voicemail

box of lnspector Lele.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hail Maharashtra, Hail lndia!

Mr Charlie... This

is lnspector Lele...

We've arranged for your ten lakhs.

Sir, where do we meet?

Sir, please call back when free.

Now can you call for a doctor?

- He'll bleed to death. - Kiddo...

- Try again. - Sir?

- Call!

And if he doesn't answer...

shoot yourself!

- Kiddo...

- We're screwed! For real!

- Enough is enough!

- What do you mean?

If you want you can call me,

when the stuff comes.

I'll be in lndia somewhere.

Tashi has everything under control.

You've got to trust me on this.

He is messing with us.

Can't you see?

Cajetan, if you walk through

that door, I'll shoot you.

This is the voicemail

box of lnspector Lele.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hail Maharashtra, Hail lndia!

Please...

I have given my blood

for the diamonds. Get it?

- Forgive me, brother.

- Now do I get another chance?

- The department suspects

these two...

are working for the underworld.

What can Life do

Now that I have fallen into its lot

With my incessant complaints

Day in and day out

My desires are mean

Mean are my dreams too

A little rapport I had

struck with the heart

That monsieur too

turned out to be mean

What can Life do

Now that I have fallen into its lot

With my incessant complaints

Day in and day out

Sweety, have you lost it!

- Guddu must be on his way back...

put the gun down.

You're a swine!

I know what you told

Ganesh over the phone.

You're misunderstanding me. I swear!

Go on...

go get her!

- We'll be able to hear each other.

Don't do anything,

until I instruct you.

Remember...

we have to catch Bhope red handed.

- Wear this.

- I'll kill you... - Me?

You'll kill me?

- Go ahead!

You were this little

when mother passed away.

- Just like a small kitten.

Shoot me and then you can leave.

- Let's see what you've got.

- Guddu... - Now go... go on...

So...

- should I blow up his skull?

- Lower the gun!

Sunil Shekhar Bhope.

Bhope...

Afghani, stay with the Africans.

Grandpa! Where is Bhope?

He's in the courtyard. Screwed...

big time!

Lower the gun... please!

Why don't you tell

her to lower the gun?

- Let me be. - He's saying...

G... gun... Iower the gun.

Hand over the guitar, quickly!

- The stuff... - Screw the stuff!

Talk some sense into her!

Lower the g... gun...

I'm absolutely fine.

- Bhope...

You'll shoot me?

You actually shot me?

How dare you?

Get lost!

Get lost!

- chief... here...

- chief...

- Relax, Bhope... take it easy.

Who the hell are you?

Even we've got guns.

Big ones!

- But who wants a war?

I'm not America.

This is Maharashtra!

- Who the hell are you?

- Me? I'm Tashi.

Tashi, the Great!

I don't believe this! You're alive.

You guys...

- move the guitar. Move it!

- Tashi! A tiger in a mousetrap!

- Call headquarters for

reinforcements. - Copy Sir.

Headquarter come in,

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