Kya Dilli Kya Lahore Page #4

We aren't now.

- I have decided.

- What the hell have you decided?

I will join the Pakistan

army as soon as I return.

Recommend me.

I mean even if we

don't find the file...

...I will dig a tunnel

from Lahore to Lal Killa.

I am telling you.

How are you going to dig the tunnel?

Damn you.

Drop your gun.

- Burfi.

- Drop it.

Burfi. Hello, brother.

Drop the gun.

Thank God. You are here.

He... He...

You saved my life.

Damn you. You want stuffed flatbreads,

don't you?

How about this?

And this.

Damn you.

- Brother you.

- Get up, you rouge.

Get up. Get up.

Fast.

Pick up the bucket. Pick up the rope.

- Draw the water.

- No, brother.

- You shoot me. You slapped me.

- Come on, brother.

I am your slave.

You scrag. You thank you are the boss.

You scrag. Damn you.

Hey. Stop. Stop.

Burfi, my brother. You saved me.

Look. He has given me a swollen cheek.

You Pakistani. He is a postman now.

If he had been in the army,

he would ruin your lives.

Tell him. The rascal.

Shut up.

Burfi. What happened, brother?

You were singing praises of Pakistan.

- No.

- Our soldiers are no good.

And their soldiers are very good.

No. Wrong. You are wrong.

- And you took a you turn the moment you saw me.

- No. No.

You were taking our files. - No. No.

You were taking our files to Pakistan.

Brother, I was just pretending.

I swear. I was pretending.

Why did you join the army

if you are fond of pretending?

Damn refugee.

Half Pakistani.

Don't say such things.

Don't say such things, mate.

Mate. I am your mate.

That Pakistani is your brother.

Dear brother.

Girls have mates. Get it.

What rubbish, brother.

You are talking trash

in front of the enemy.

What did you do in front of the enemy?

You ruined everything.

I wish you had died. I so wish.

Damn it. You were taking

the files to Pakistan.

I swear.

He had a gun pointing at my back.

I would've never entertained

these dogs otherwise.

I am a hapless man.

- Who are you?

- No.

A two bit cook.

Are you the colonel?

Or the colonel's son?

Get lost.

Hug him.

Come on. Hug him.

Hug your brother. The Pakistani.

Damn refugee.

Burfi, how do I convince you?

I have fought all night all alone.

All alone.

Ask him. Tell him. Tell him.

Hey, what are you doing?

Sir, I guess the stuffed

flatbreads didn't get digested.

Stuffed flatbreads?

Where did they come from?

Brother made them.

Really.

You rogue. You never felt like

making stuffed flatbreads for us.

Brother. Get your sister married.

Brother, if I knew

I would've never told him...

...that you made stuffed flatbreads

for me with so much love.

You will not call me brother.

Let me tell you.

You fed the hungry.

So what should I call you? Sir.

You dog. I am not talking to you.

I am telling you.

Shame on you.

Don't spit, Burfi.

Believe me, brother. For God's sake.

Believe me. For God's sake.

You call me Khoya despite swearing

on your mother a million times.

My name is Burfi Singh.

That was a nickname, right?

Nickname?

He lies to even his parents.

He has told them that

he is an officer in the army.

He roams all over Delhi as a hero.

He has made me write letters.

Write to mother.

And tell her that I killed

four Pakistanis today.

One day, he said.

Write that I was unarmed...

...but I grabbed the Pakistani.

He wants me to believe him.

Hey. Come on.

Why the hell are you staring at me?

Get up.

Why are you grinning?

Why are you grinning?

Stop behaving like a kid.

You are behaving like a kid.

Have you gone mad?

Have you gone blind?

Can't you see? I have been shot.

I have fought all night all alone.

You kick me. Sometimes you spit at me.

Shoot me. End this.

You have turned me into a dog.

You have found your pal. Haven't you?

Shame on you.

Brother, I was not laughing.

You will not call me brother.

So what's my fault in this?

The captain wants the file.

I gave the watch. The chain.

Damn you. You rascal.

Betrayal is in your blood.

I will not spare you.

Hey... Hey... You rascal.

You sold our country

for the watch and chain.

You betrayed the country.

My spectacles.

Pal...

Hello. Hello.

- Pass me the screw-driver. The screw-driver.

- Yes, sir.

You dropped the screw-driver.

You're insulting an Indian tool.

Respect it.

Say, "Forgive me. '"

- Forgive me.

- '"Forgive me, screw-driver. '"

Forgive me, screw-driver.

Give it.

I will repair it in a second.

- Hello.

- Hello, head-post 1.

- 'Border-post 1.'

- Border-post 1, sir.

- 'Is this Burfi Singh, speaking? '

- Yes, sir.

Jai Hind, sir.

Burfi Singh speaking, sir.

- 'So, Burfi, is everything okay?

- I have been reached here. Yes, sir.

The receiver's been fixed, sir.

I fixed it in a minute.

Sir, I've big news.

I've nabbed a Pakistani intruder.

- 'Pakistani? Are you sure?'

- Yes, sir.

He's a Pakistani, sir.

We have him, sir.

Don't worry, sir.

Sir, he was stealing the

secret files from the check-post.

We're facing difficulties here, sir.

And, sir. I've also caught

a half Pakistani. -'What?'

'Burfi, speak clearly. '

Yes, sir. He's the cook for the unit.

We had our suspicion...

...that he was working

for the Pakistanis.

After all, he's from that side.

Send the force, sir.

And kill them both.

One of them is an intruder...

...while the other one is a traitor.

'Burfi, hold your position. '

Yes, sir. -'It's important

for that Pakistani to stay alive. '

- 'I'm sending reinforcements. '

- One more thing, sir.

Please make me a soldier now.

Together,

I will annihilate all the Pakistanis.

'I will recommend your name, Burfi. '

- 'Hold your position. ' -

Yes, sir. - 'Over and out. '

Over and out, sir.

Kumar. Damn post-master.

I won't spare you.

Just watch what I do with you.

And you, you got lucky.

Sir has said he wants

to question the intruder.

- Sir.

- What is it?

Sir, I need to pee.

Come on.

I've a son. A wife. A father.

I cannot defame them.

I will have nowhere to go.

- You forgot our brotherhood.

- Rascal.

Now's the chance.

Let your father find out...

...what his great son's

been up to out here.

Look, he's running.

Forgive me, sir.

Scoundrel.

Trying to run away.

You dog.

Samarth, water.

Brother, give me some water.

I don't have a bucket.

Where is it then?

Ask him who was running away...

...where did he throw it.

What will an officer

do if he feels thirsty?

Sitting there comfortably.

Sit like a rooster.

Sit like a rooster.

- He's there and he sent me here to die.

- Who?

My captain.

Where's your captain?

Across the border.

I think they'll dig my

grave before I dig a tunnel.

Sir, I didn't want to come either.

Then why did you?

And why did you try to run?

What were you thinking?

You can escape from Burfi Singh?

Mr. Samarth, Are you hatching

your eggs sitting over there?

Stand up.

If you dare sit in

front of an officer...

...then you will never

be anything more than a cook.

Salute me.

Salute.

Salute me.

Good.

You came here for the file?

Sir, my captain wanted the file.

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