Raees Page #5

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a hundred times over.

My heart

ceased to be mine,

ever since I fell

in love with you.

You are the one who

beats in my heart.

Don't stir the heartstrings

more, o cruel one.

O cruel one.

Come close to me.

Lend fragrance to my breath.

Please do.

Why should I alone

express my love?

Why don't you express it, too?

Please do.

You are going to

kill me some day,

your defence indeed is deadly.

You are the beginning.

You are the end.

The story of my love

is all about you.

You are my leading light.

Until death do us part,

o my cruel lover.

O my cruel lover.

Faizan.

Faizan.

Jai hind, sir!

Sir, sweets from surat. It's

your favourite, isn't it?

What's up, ramlal? You're

taking good care of me.

- Do you want leave?

- No, sir.

It's a boy, sir.

Congratulations! What

have you named him?

Faizan.

For a hindu father, you give your

son a Muslim name. Secularist, eh!

Not I, sir. Raees

has become a father.

He has sent you an invite.

Make sure you reply to him. Sir.

He has become a father of a boy,

not the father of the nation.

Give it back.

It's my favourite.

Remember those good old days? We

even stole gandhiji's spectacles!

It was foolish, seriously.

Your signal saved me that day, too.

Else, he'd have thrashed me.

You say it was foolish but I did

it out of miss ratna's fear.

Fear? She was a terror!

Don't mention it to her now.

We're here to give her the invite.

She won't hit you for that.

How did this happen?

Debt took his life.

The mill shut down.

The owner even

refused compensation.

He's gone!

'So what if five labourers die?'

'you will employ

twenty-five more'

'to fill your coffers'

- bhimani Seth.

- What is it?

The labourers toiled for you for years.

You must give them

what is rightfully theirs.

If you want rights, go to court.

Why have you come here?

Get deepak.

Debt-ridden workers are

killing themselves.

How will they pay

for court cases?

Did I tell them to die?

Think it over.

Done.

I won't pay the labourers.

You take something and back off.

Before the movie ends, the

workers should get their money.

Else, it'll be the end of you.

Get that?

Place it here.

Salaam aleikom, uncle.

Bless you, dear.

This is for faizan, from

all the mill workers.

Salaam aleikom.

Waleikom asalaam.

Greetings.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's really very beautiful.

Why did you have to do this?

It's not a gift, son.

It's our blessings to you.

You helped us get our money

and saved our families.

This is the least we

could do for faizan.

Thank you!

Jai hind, sir.

Why are you moving the vehicle

from the crime scene?

If the highway isn't cleared,

there'll be a traffic snarl, sir.

We have to clear it, sir.

Where was the truck headed to?

Fatehpura, sir.

Empty truck?

It was loaded with

liquor, right?

Whose stuff was it?

Whose stuff?

Damla Seth's.

Stop pimping. Do your duty.

Get it?

- Get damla.

- Sir.

Jai hind, sir.

Sir, damla Seth can't come.

Why not?

He's away in fatehpura.

- You may go.

- Sir.

Those drunken eyes

intoxicate me.

The chief minister,

at raees' party?

Mr chief minister! Sir... sir...

Raees!

No politics today, please.

- How are you, sir?

- I'm fine.

Give him a break!

There's ice-cream for everyone, guys.

Okay, sir.

Raees, he is mr hasmukh.

He is into construction.

He executes all the

government projects

I wanted you to meet him.

You know damla Seth.

- Aasiya, this is the cm.

- Hello.

Let's have a drink.

You drink like a fish here,

and in the parliament,

you take to sloganeering

'ban liquor, save gujarat'

not in vain, sir

I believe in political agenda.

I can see your political agenda.

Elections are approaching. Cut

the opposition crap and join me.

Mr cm!

The cm has bought a

property near maninagar.

He has assigned me to construct a building.

Great.

But the hitch is, it's occupied.

Encroachers, you know. And...

He wants your company to

get the place vacated.

Can it be done?

Surely, if it's the cm's wish

I'll take 30 percent.

Deal, raees.

You are right, sir.

Damla is here with raees.

The chief minister and

pasha bhai are also here.

You quit the city but you

haven't forgotten raees.

Can't help it.

Raees and I share a

strange relationship.

We can't be together,

yet he won't let me go away.

Cops! Run! It's a raid!

Stop.

Sit all of them up.

Get him.

Sit him up.

Bro!

It's the cops!

Prohibition act, section 66 and 67!

You are going in for ten years.

Haul them in. Bhagat!

- Sir!

- Seize all the liquor.

- And seal the port.

- Sir!

Raees' lifeline and pipeline...

Blow them out of the water!

Transfer majmudar to some

godforsaken place, sir!

He is a constant pain in my neck.

He's a police officer, not a

pawn I can play around with.

He arrested damla.

Majmudar has started

a fire in kutch.

The flames could torch me

and eventually reach you.

If it isn't doused now,

everything will be razed.

Sir?

Type a transfer order.

Majmudar's?

Transfer him to the control room here.

He'll rot along with the old files.

Sir.

It happened, as usual.

An official order, enclosed!

And I left, with bag and baggage

India is always losing!

By transferring me to the control room,

they thought I'd be like a snake,

defanged and harmless.

But as they say,

it turned the tables!

Sir, we've got all the numbers

on raees' home delivery lists.

Tap them.

Do you do home delivery?

Yes. How many bottles?

New stock, sir.

Two bottles, please.

Only ten bottles?

Order hundred, sir.

Involuntarily, raees

pulled me closer to him.

From this spot, I could

hear his very heartbeat.

From this point to that,

200 acres of land has

been transferred to you.

You have made a huge investment.

Your dream to make a housing colony,

'our world' has finally come true.

Raees bhai,

this is the right time to

start the construction.

Right.

Start right away then.

Fine.

Bye, sir.

Convey my regards to the cm.

Bye.

Did you hear about pasha?

I know.

He's taking out a

procession to ban liquor.

The swine has gone crazy

I'll fix him. Call him.

- Pasha here.

- Salaam, pasha bhai.

A procession to ban liquor?

What's this new farce?

Oh, come on, raees bhai.

Elections are at hand.

Besides, the liquor agenda

is my ticket to victory.

This gimmick is inevitable.

You know, pasha,

your procession will

hamper my business.

Why don't we find a way out?

You find a way out, I'll

take the procession out.

The procession will start from the

party office and go up to gotri.

Okay.

- Pasha here.

- At least,

change the route.

Don't lead it through my territory.

Impossible.

The road to my vote bank runs

through your neighbourhood.

Do as you please. The

procession will pass through.

What now? Get this clear, pasha.

If this procession takes off,

it will be your final journey.

How about some tea?

Did you send for me, sir?

Yes, popat.

Hot news.

Before it cools down,

break it to the press.

'Raees issues an open threat'

'if pasha takes out a procession,

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