Kya Dilli Kya Lahore Page #2
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- 2014
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Are your bullets over? Pakistani!
I have enough for you.
Nonsense. Nothing is enough for you.
Those whose intention is bad,
their lives are rancorous.
Give us our right. Equal right.
We gave it to you as per your stature.
Okay. What is our stature? Tell me.
Not a penny more than 45 crores.
We appealed.
That's why you got 65 crores.
We didn't get even Rs. 65.
Why are you telling us?
We gave it to you.
Take it from your fathers.
Who took the decision?
Even your Mr. Nehru never doubted
Mr. Jinnah's intention.
That's why we gave it
to you as an elder brother.
Had you considered
us your elder brother...
...Pakistan would
have never been created.
You know? He is so ill nowadays.
I know. I also read the newspaper.
When he was so aged,
what was the need to enter politics?
He would have taught you something.
He was more worldly-wise
than your Mr. Nehru.
We called him uncle Nehru.
But you turned out
to be his real nephew.
He had come to my school.
I gave him two roses.
Others gave him one.
He was a capable man.
That's why you also
gave him two roses.
You should have told your
relatives about his capability.
We wouldn't have had
to see this day today.
It was just a small issue.
But you were so stubborn.
Give it to us. We want this.
What small issue?
It all happened for political seats.
Ruined everything for that.
I lost everything.
Otherwise I wouldn't
have been standing here...
...and arguing with you.
I would have also not
been arguing with you.
I am not a cook.
I have a huge mansion in Lahore.
My father was a moneylender.
I had 100 servants like you.
They would massage my father's feet.
And here, my status is nothing.
Yes. Everybody was a moneylender.
Where in Lahore?
Anarkali Bazaar.
Go to Red Mosque and then
from Akbari lane go straight.
And ask anyone.
You will find Nehle Shah's mansion.
Liar.
You captured Lahore.
And we are liars.
Okay. Fine.
I will find out right away.
You know Afzal Qureshi?
He is an aged man.
Give him some respect.
His son Rizwan and
I were childhood friends.
We have celebrated
'Eid'(Muslim festival)...
...and 'Diwali'
(Hindu festival) together.
What nonsense!
He had seized yours' colony.
He said, "I will give
it to those whom it belongs. "
When the matter will cool down,
they will come.
As if we will allow you to come.
We won't come. Get lost.
Take your Pakistan
that you have created.
You are talking about seizing.
It's not called seizing.
It's called maintaining friendship.
Listen. It's not friendship.
He wanted to give
it to his loved ones.
Yes. When he was thrashed,
he ran away.
Talk respectfully.
Uncle Afzal would have died.
But not let scoundrels
like you touch any of the houses.
We had handed it to him.
Saying we will come back.
What did we know?
We will have to stay here.
My father wrote to him
saying we can't come now.
That's how you got our houses.
Through custodian.
When you had so much affinity,
why did you leave?
You scoundrel.
Hey, Pakistani.
Watchman.
Are you sleeping?
Did you die during the night?
He is not talking.
The potatoes are delicious.
You are giving your
brother a measly meal.
You should have prepared
stuffed flatbread.
Delicious.
May God grant you 15 minutes of life!
What else are you feeding me?
Want bullets?
Tell me.
Want it on your face or on your back?
Is it your father's wedding feast?
You scoundrel.
You fool.
If you had any bullets,
would you have thrown potatoes?
Where is it?
Don't be under this misunderstanding,
Pakistani.
I have so many bullets.
So many ammunitions.
How many ammunitions do you have?
Why should I tell you?
Fine. Forget this account.
Tell me. How long will
you make me sit here?
If you are scared, why don't you flee?
Take your Allah's name,
race and reach Pakistan.
Otherwise you will die.
I won't leave without the file.
Change my name.
So sit there. What do I care?
Our troop has left from there.
When they are going to shoot your
backside, than you will see the tunnel.
Later don't tell
me I didn't inform you.
You fool. Even my troop is coming.
Not one.
But four of them. From all sides.
I am not afraid of any troop.
Scaring me with a troop.
Let it be.
You will have to pay a huge price.
Let me tell you.
You also will have
to pay a heavy price.
Why do you want to die?
Don't you get it?
Listen.
Let's make a settlement.
Give me the file quietly.
You go to your home
and I will go to my home.
Okay?
Look, I will give you nothing.
If you need it, you tell me.
What will you give me?
Look, listen to me.
I am not in the mood to fight.
Will you take my chain?
What chain?
It's my wife's.
I got it during my marriage.
You fool.
Is it silver or gold? Tell me.
It's silver. Pure silver.
Weighing 29 grams.
You can open your own hotel.
No. No. I think if
I have to open a hotel...
...I will need at least 70 grams.
If I had 70 grams,
what would I be doing here?
Okay. Tell me. What else do you have?
Watch.
It's working?
It works 24 hours.
There are 12 hours in a watch.
Yours works 24 hours?
Yes. I mean the same thing.
Tell me the time.
6:
30.It's 7:
00 in my clock.Your watch is not functioning.
Yes. You are half an hour ahead of us.
Thank God. At least you admitted.
That we are ahead of
you and you are behind us.
Right?
If you accept the deal, tell me.
Otherwise end the matter.
Fine. Do one thing.
Throw the watch and the chain.
First throw the file.
Why are you laughing?
Do you need the file or do I need it?
I do.
Tell me.
You or me?
What if you go back on your word?
Don't talk childishly.
I never go back on my word.
Soldiers are brothers, even
if they belong to different countries.
An upright father's
son is also upright. Okay.
Come on. Throw it.
Fine. I believe you.
Take out the file.
I also prefer peaceful means.
Have you found it?
Pal, the watch isn't that flashy.
Do you want to check
the time or some dance?
Come on, throw the file.
What, pal?
Throw the file.
What file?
Look, don't turn your back on me.
No, really. Which file?
We're brothers. Don't be a rascal.
I've always been
a rascal to you, isn't it?
So I have become one for real now.
You've showed your true colours.
Give me the file quietly.
Come. The file is at my back side.
Come and lick it a little.
You'll get it.
Come on, baby.
Damn you. I curse you.
So be it. I am ready to
get cursed for my motherland.
It's no big deal.
You can't get away with this.
You rascal.
I will. I will.
I saved you. So anything is possible.
We are really tough.
Damn you. I am calling you my brother.
Shut up.
Brother, my foot!
He was trying to buy me.
Killed me!
He wants me dead.
Spare me!
How was it?
You fake. Damn you.
It's just a bruise.
On my arm.
I took out the arm on
which you are wearing my watch.
That's why my time isn't good.
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