Salaakhen Page #11

Shall I show. . .

No!

Is it. . . is it!

Mr. Rana,

Vishal has escaped from jail!

Is it?

Mr. Kamble, you must be very

happy to give me this news.

So criminals have

begun to escape from jail?

How many times had I told you

to keep strict vigil on Vishal.

Where is Nagesh?

''They are after me''

''Some boys are standing before me,

and some behind me''

''Some are standing on the terrace,

and some below''

''They are after me''

''Look how many crazy men are here''

''So many guys for one girl''

''How do I hide my beauty?''

''How do I save myself?''

''How do I explain to them,

they are crazy''

''Some are standing on the terrace,

and some below''

''They are after me''

''I am only 1 7 yet''

''My naive youth is in danger here''

''Some attack with me with their eyes''

''Some love me secretly''

''How do I escape,

the are so many here''

''Some are standing on the terrace,

and some below''

''They are after me. . .''

Shoot at sight orders have

been given for Vishal, Mr. Rana

Within 24 hours, Vishal's body

will be before you.

I have killed your Nagesh.

What! !

I could not perform my father's

final rites because of you.

But you will see

your son being cremated.

What nonsense are you talking!

I didn't want to defile

the crematorium. . .

by cremating Nagesh's

body in there.

I have cremated him

near a gutter in Kapaswadi.

Rana, if you reach in time,

you'll see the fire.

If you delay, you'll get ash.

What happened, Mr. Rana?

What fire is this?

This is not a fire,

it is Nagesh.

I'd told him the first day itself

not to feel shy, just do it.

He even takes a joke seriously.

- That's how he is.

He's like that. If he had

four legs, ask him the answer.

You are right, even four. . .

How are you Mr. Pradhan?

Won't you

introduce me to your family?

Yes, sure.

He is my elder son, Vinod.

He is a doctor in America.

She is my elder daughter-in-law.

He is my younger son.

He's planning to put

up a factory in Patna.

She's my wife.

He. . . he's my son grandson, Rinku.

Rinku, my name is Vishal.

I am your grandfather's client.

He has put me in a dilemma.

I don't know its outcome.

Do you know how

your grandfather is?

I'll tell you.

He has made a name for himself

in the world ofjustice.

He wins every case.

He exposes truth and lies in minutes.

No judge gives verdict

against his arguments.

He is such a good man, he

doesn't like being praised.

Go to your room.

Why Mr. Pradhan, sweating

after hearing your own praises?

Shut-up!

No one will scream!

I heard my mom lost her

voice when my father died.

A teacher had

reformed you in childhood.

It was because of him

your course of life changed.

And mine changed

because of a lawyer.

Forgive me.

He has cut the phone line.

And also closed

the doors from outside.

Forgive me.

- No, Mr. Pradhan.

A man who raises his finger in court

and speaks with confidence. . .

how can he fold

his hands and apologise?

It doesn't seem right.

Don't beat me.

I will say in court. . .

You will never be

able to see court now.

You look human,

but you are something else.

You are different from this world.

And I am different.

Want to see?

Look, my blood is red.

Your blood cannot be red.

Famous lawyer Ashok Pradhan,

a gold medalist. . .

is no more.

While performing your

father's final rites. . .

fit this in your heart and brain. . .

that you are shouldering not your

father's coffin, but sin.

Hello Kamble, Nagesh here.

- Who?

Nagesh!

- Who Nagesh?

Nagesh! I am alive!

Nagesh, you are alive?

- Yes!

Where are you calling from?

From some place

near the sea in Colaba.

Don't worry Nagesh, I am coming.

Just tell me where he is.

- He is not here right now.

He's gone out to get food.

I am very scared.

Please come soon.

Don't worry, I'm coming.

Kamble!

- Upstairs!

Kamesh, hurry!

Open his ropes.

Mr. Rana, Patil here. Vishal is

here drinking tea in National hotel.

Stop! I saw Nagesh in the taxi.

Stop the car!

I cannot stop,

there are cars behind.

Stop the car!

Why did you stop here?

Move!

Stop that taxi!

Nagesh, my son!

Stop the taxi!

Remember what you

had told me in jail?

Vishal Agnihotri, I have

made such arrangements. . .

that you will not be able to perform

the final rites of your father.

Remember?

What do you think of my arrangement?

I don't want to die with you!

Help!

If I want to save myself,

I must get out. Mr. Rana is finished!

Take, kill him!

Yes, I'm coming.

Move!

Darling, we are late.

Mr. Vishal, after knowing your

side of the story. . .

the Committee has reached

a verdict. . .

that your life sentence

should be reduced to four years.

Don't reduce my sentence.

Don't!

You won't do anything great

in reducing my sentence.

If you want to do something,

create such circumstances. . .

that another Vishal doesn't

sit here and embarrass you again.

Reduce my sentence indeed!

Reduce my sentence indeed!

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