Lucknow Central Page #4

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and not a duet singing.

We'll need more guys, lifers.

You find them,

I'll convince them.

-Do it properly.

-Yes, sir.

Dikkat Ansari, 1026.

Loot, half-murder case.

He's been here for a year.

He's the cleaning guy.

From jailor to SO,

and generator to mess

He's allowed to go anywhere.

Loves girls,

but stuck among men.

Wants freedom from here.

Purushottam Madan Pandit, 753.

One of the oldest inmates

of Lucknow Central.

He's the only Pandit, who never

bowed before Tilakdhari.

They both share an old enmity.

Panditji!

What happened?

He's in charge

of the tailoring unit.

He even stitches uniforms

for the police officers.

He wants to go out for

his daughter's wedding

but, his parole's been rejected.

So what do you suggest, should

we get her married here?

You just perform the rituals.

Let's go, Bindiya. Come on.

I said let's go.

Parminder Gill aka Pali, 1414.

His elder brother said that the

contractor is our enemy, kill him.

He didn't think twice

before killing him.

It's a love story too.

His sweetheart is outside

and he's inside.

He tried to escape many times,

but failed.

And you know all about me.

I was an electrical engineer.

but I work as a plumber out here.

Even as an electrician.

Bulb, fuse, any electric work.

They call me for all these jobs.

Long live India.

Let's begin.

Sign on the nomination tomorrow.

Look, you see. Don't mind.

But your idea is a little dicey.

You get the others,

I am already in.

Look.

I won't get out of an umbrella

until I am not sure,

there's a roof on my head.

Ok?

Walk fast.

How many times I've told you,

I've a sweater.

Why do you get worry so much?

And tell me, what else?

Don't you worry.

After talking to you,

I feel all right.

Otherwise,

there are mosquitoes in the jail.

Switch on the light!

Mishra, your father's a thief.

At least send a lantern.

Pali, die you scoundrel.

Who the hell abused me?

Get lost.

I don't want to escape.

You'll be selling adult magazines

for the rest of your life in here.

Doesn't matter.

It's better than the

jailor whooping my ass.

Brother Dikkat.

Are you going to shoot your load in

Lucknow central for the rest of your life?

Once you get out of here, then

no more theory only practical.

Dewdrops can't quench your thirst.

Hey, pigeons, stop talking.

Yes, sir.

You go.

Hey, 1821. Come here.

Come on.

Come on.

Come.

I told you son.

It's for your protection.

Come see me.

Barrack number nine.

Prisoners report to their barracks

to rest for one hour.

Donkey.

Pandit is the leader

of the Tailoring Unit.

No. 753.

That's the only unit which is

still not under my command.

And, all thanks to that Pandit.

Now do one thing.

Tell him that you want to work with him.

He stays back even after

the tailoring period.

Take care of him.

What do you mean?

Press harder.

You will be checked.

Hey, wait.

Raise your hands.

Open your mouth.

Go on.

-Looking for a job.

-Do you know how to stitch?

My uncle was a tailor.

Ok, stitch and show me.

Badri.

Can you change the station?

Taal Keherwa.

"What's the state of my heart,

How should I tell you"

"What's the state of my heart,

How should I tell you"

"One face has."

"One face has looked at me

With too much love"

"Whats the state of my heart."

Underwear?

You didn't say I can't stitch one.

Fine, get to work.

You know what,

pick up that piece of cloth

and stitch a dozen. Ok?

"One face has looked at me

With too much love"

I'll make sure it doesn't hurt.

Terelin did it alone.

I wonder what he's up to?

He should've returned by now.

Arriving on time is

an old habit of mine.

But I got a little delayed

this time, my apologies.

Someone's maligned my reputation.

I thought I'll wash it in the water.

I, Vijay Dinanath Chauhan.

-And myself.

-Kancha, who lives in a glass palace.

I've met you before.

When I was a kid, I used to clean your car.

With a cloth.

And now, you want to get in my clothes.

No, no, no!

I want to put on some clothes.

Here you go, boy.

Eat some more.

Donkey, where?

Donkey?

That side, for some green grass.

What?

To eat fresh grass.

All the inmates on laundry duty,

get to the washer room.

-Maheshwari.

-Sir.

1821 looks shrewd.

There's more to him than meets the eye.

-Keep an eye on him.

-Yes, sir.

You can't do a simple job.

But, you want to talk to your darling.

You were scared out there.

And you want to talk to your darling.

Bloody coward!

You're good for nothing.

You want to talk to your darling?

No one else should know

about this other than us.

And remember, don't break

each other's trust

and don't suspect each other.

Ok.

By the way

-that big guy learned his lesson.

-Yes

-He'll never show his face again.

-Yeah.

He was scared stiff.

Hey, Pali.

Who Pali?

Which Pali?

-What Pali?

-I am Pali.

-I want to join the band too.

-We need only four members for the band.

There's four of us.

-Then I'll kill one.

-We don't need you.

But I do, Panditji. Like I said,

I want to join the band.

Pali, we are not talking about

changing truck's stepney.

This is about music.

-You need talent for that.

-I know how talented you guys are.

I don't want to spend

the rest of my life

licking Tilakdhari's feet.

I am not going to talk to my

sweetheart on the phone anymore.

We're going to talk face to face.

Person to person.

Once I am out of the jail.

I can make wooden keys.

Tell me, will you let me join the band?

I said we don't need you.

You can tell anyone about us.

We're not scared.

Keys to the lock.

"Convey to the dear friend"

"The condition of the disciples"

"Convey to the dear friend"

"Without thee, even sleeping under

A quilt is like a disease and"

"Like living in a house amongst snakes"

"Convey to the dear friend"

I've been singing at religious

events, since I was a kid.

So, will you let me join now?

1414, Parminder Gill.

753, Purshottam Pandit.

1026, Dikkhat Ansari.

1759, Victor Chattopadhyay.

And, Kishan Mohan Girhotra, 1821.

Here it is sir. The band

from Lucknow Central.

So, the band's ready.

Let's hear something.

-Sir, there was once a parrot...

-Hey.

What kind of a man are you?

-Mishra.

-Yes, sir.

Bring their instruments!

-But sir, they haven't practiced yet.

-I know.

But let's see whether they

have any scope, or not.

-Don't you have a saxophone?

-No.

-How do you play this thing?

-Blow here.

This side.

Panditji, hold it straight.

Not like that.

Panditji.

-Have you played this thing before?

-Yes.

Wait. It'll start from there.

Come on.

Play.

Which song?

"Pardesi-Pardesi."

Nadeem Shravan.

-Taal Deepchandi.

-Deepchand, who?

-What are you talking about?

-What are you talking man?

Micheal Jackson.

Something in Punjabi, please.

"Foreigner, foreigner, don't go"

"Don't go and leave me"

"Foreigner, my friend,

Keep your promise!"

"Remember me, don't somehow forget!"

"Foreigner, foreigner, don't go"

"Don't go and leave me"

Panditji.

Great.

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