Once Upon a Time in Mumbai Dobaara!

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10 paise on Aslam,

10 paise on Aslam..

Rs. 500 on Dedh Taang.

Hey Dedh Taang...

ask Chilliya Uncle to give the horn's

signal faster next time onwards...

turning around at the

very end is quite tough.

Speed up.

Halt.

He did signal.

The meals of the

scrupulous remain simple...

while those of

scoundrels are sumptuous.

Uncle Chilliya, two 'kheema pao'.

Aslam, my child...

Dude, he seems too quiet...

think he might make us screm.

The bike was at fault...

not the biker.

The money bet on me is wasted.

l haven't bet on you yet,

but l think maybe l should.

Uncle Chilliya, take the

amount for the next race from him.

l am not talking

about loose change...

l am thinking big bucks...

if you two work for me.

Your father will receive the money.

Don't waste our time,sir.

My dad could even sell me

for a bottle of liquor...

lf you are here for me,

transact with me.

Far too overconfident, aren't you?

l have no choice but to be, sir.

No one's ever tucked me

in bed with a lullaby...

Nor has anyone ever kissed my head

and picked me up when l was down

Check out that attitude!

lf there is no attitude

people are rather rude.

Bloody...

Javed, find work for these two.

Your training starts

tomorrow onwards.

Sir, do tell us your name,

at least.

Revealing my name will

create a dispute for my repute.

What's this boss?

Of what use can

these cradle dwellers be?

Javed, the hand that rocks

the cradle, rules the world.

The loyalty of youth

has certain stubbornness.

lt has the kind of obsession

that can spew venom if provoked.

Seemed like a big wig.

Look Dedh Taang...

so far we have only

been kicked around.

For the first time ever

someone's offered a helping hand.

And as l keep saying...

stand by those who help you stand.

They may have won you over...

but they are yet kids.

We have a whole range of

minions dying to work for us.

And yet, this kid was the

one who dared to negotiate with me.

The affluent may inhabit

the mansions of this city.

But the Lion who rules the jungle,

is born on its concrete.

Tonight marks the end of our toils.

- Yes.

We shall dedicate our lives

to the bigwig starting tomorrow.

Lord, be kind. Lord, have mercy.

And it's time for

the match to begin...

the umpire is present along with

the captains of both of the teams.

Why aren't they tossing?

l really can't understand.

lt's already 5 past start time.

The audience are

watching eagerly...

they seem quite

baffled and restless...

as to what is stalling the toss.

We should have been

well past two overs...

when are we going to toss?

Looks like sir

doesn't have a coin...

shall l give one to you, sir?

Heads.

He's won the toss.

lf its heads, we'll bat.

Shohaib.

Razzak is about to

bowl the first ball.

Pappaji seems to

be playing splendidly...

he's going to hit a six.

He is facing the formidable

Mustaaq... surely you're joking?

Hold your heart...

it's about to start beating faster.

Maybe you should hold your heart...

it's about to break.

How'd that happen...

are you a magician?

Not a magician...

l am a genie.

A genie that fullfils the wishes

of beautiful girls.

You are quite an astute player.

l used to be a player...

now, l am the game.

These black shades quite suit you.

Someone ones told me that...

my future was very bright,

since then, l have been

wearing these shades.

The batsman is on 99.

So close to a century,

and out...

My God!

God isn't interested

in today's match, l am...

Papaji will be scoring a century.

The ball has been flung,

right into the hold of the fielder.

You want to bet?

What are the stakes?

lf he scores a 100, l score

100 minutes with you in bed.

What?

Have you lost your mind?

l am a married woman.

Out...

wish l had bet...

l would have won.

Why don't you, now?

The bet is on.

Look...

No ball...

no, this can't be.

hat bet was a mere joke...

don't take it seriously.

l may relinquish my profits

in business...

but not the rewards l win.

Come home tonight

with the whole reward.

l have... plans for the night.

l know.

Tonight you and your husband, Samir

Dixit are coming over to mine.

You...

Shohaib...

My name is Shohaib.

l am having a modest

party at mine,

your husband can

feast on the food...

and l will, on you...

You, me, your black saree

and red lingerie.

You are my desire

You are lethal

Your poisonous look

lntoxicates me

A surge of noise fills my ears

it rings across every gathering

l have let your passion

fill my heart and intoxicate me

A surge of noise fills my ears

it rings across every gathering

l have let your passion

fill my heart and intoxicate me

You are my desire

You are lethal

Your poisonous look

lntoxicates me

Mr. DK...

thank you very much for coming.

l love my family, sir.

Which film are you making?

l am launching my boy.

l am interested in girls...

not boys.

She is a newbie... rather naive.

The previous one was quite loose.

This one could make Satan pray.

You have stolen my heart

With a kiss,

lgnited with passion,

My heart is on fire

ln my thoughts... And in my words

l find you in everything

l have let your passion

fill my heart and intoxicate me

You are my desire

You are lethal

The red light and l go way back.

Always chasing me.

Tonight it will be facing me.

Samir.

Hi.

Your wife is amazing.

You are lucky to

have found such a wife.

After all, she is my wife.

Surprisingly,

she is indeed yours...

where is she at the moment?

She must be out...

can't expect her to

be here with us, can we?

What would she do

here in your presence.

True.

Anyway, l will be back.

Bye.

Mr.ardhan, why did you stand up?

l recall standing up upon

your entrance... and besides.

l have called for this meeting

to ensure no one stands up to me.

Sit.

Javed.

This map belongs to Sultan.

And this is Shohaib's Bombay.

This map looks like its charred,

every spot looks blackened.

Which areas are ours?

Mr.ardhan, have you called

us here to rub it in our faces?

These grand decisions are out

of your comprehension...

lt's clear...

one color... one ruler.

What if we object?

lf any of you feel they

are ahead of me...

Then by all means, mark your

territories right here on Bombay...

But do remember...

the ones who've resisted me,

lie in their graves.

Post Sultan, Shohaib is the only

one worthy of reigning over Bombay.

You cannot liken Sultan

to Shohaib, Mr.ardhan...

Sultan was a noble guy.

l don't care about nobility.

l hear the Almighty calls them over

to heaven rather hastily.

l feel, it is not

even his birthday...

he called us over here

and took away everything...

he didn't leave anything for us.

No point is fighting

amongst yourselves.

lt's all mine...

but you'll all get your shares...

indeed you will.

We shall keep accounts of all of

your businesses, starting today...

but we won't steal your right.

The remainder of your lives will

be dignified and comfortable...

you will earn more

than you currently do.

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