Sarfarosh Page #5

escort the consignment.

Do you know why l spared you?

Because you aren't human.

l never spare humans.

y ears ago, they made

a big mistake.

The power-brokers drew a border

across the land.

And on both sides of the line,

the fools got their freedom.

Freedom to decide which

ass would rule.

The result, you can see.

Where do people like us go?

This, the home

of my ancestors...

look at her now.

Time was when she was

as pretty as a bride.

Now she lies abandoned.

Like an unwanted widow.

And l sit, the silent watcher.

l have sent Sultan

over the other side.

y ou did well.

Did you explain

everything to Haji?

y es. But there's a problem.

He has taken financial losses.

Not my lookout.

y ou have made lots of money.

Now cover your own losses.

And you are the one

who deals with Haji.

Profits and losses

are your concern.

But l'll explore the possibility

of a compensation.

l'll get back to you after

l've spoken to the General.

The plan was to create

scores of Birans.

But not one news

after Chandrapur.

l had high hopes

on Gulfam Hassan.

But that fool! That refugee!

He's taking in the

Hindustani hospitality!

Oblivious of his mission!

Beg, prepare to leave for

Hindustan immediately.

Don't worry. y ou're going

on an official visit.

Hindustan is offering to host

an lndo-Pak music fest.

Nice. They don't want war.

And we respect their feelings.

As long as there are men like

Biran and Mirchi in Hindustan...

we needn't fight a war.

Say what Beg?

y ou're right, sir.

ln that fest, you will come

across that singer Gulfam.

y ou will remind him

about his promise.

Tell him that if he can't

help the war effort...

he should come back.

And he can sit and sing with

his unholy brethren-in-arts.

We have erected check posts

all over the city.

And we have imposed a curfew

on the nightlife.

Never mind all that. But

the case isn't progressing...

beyond Thakur. Why haven't you

found the man on the motorcycle?

What news of Sultan?

- He has run away to Pakistan.

That's confirmed. He was

their main agent in Mumbai.

Sultan and the man on the bike

are dead ends.

But there are so many

men in Mumbai.

There must be a leak

somewhere. Find it.

Come in.

This is Seema.

This is lnspector Salim.

Time l left, sir.

- Find that man on the bike.

My whole network is after

the man. We should find him.

What are you doing?

What if someone comes?

That's just why

l shut the door.

l want the whole story now.

Every time someone barges in by

the time you're halfway through.

All right. Open the door.

l'll tell you.

Go on.

What's this?

Just my dress. l thought

l'd brighten up your day.

Nice, isn't it?

- Nice. But short.

Just get on with your story.

Well, we reached the spot...

- A long wait later...

Thakur and Sultan walk in.

And you ask Thakur...

Recognize me?

And they start shooting.

Then Thakur runs. And you chase.

l know all that.

What afterwards?

Just when l grabbed Thakur,

in comes Chintu.

Chintu...?

ln comes Chintu.

Who else are with you, Chintu?

Mummy, and granny and l.

Goodness!

l'm off!

- y ou must meet Mummy.

Not today.

- Why not?

The dress is too short!

The girl from Delhi!

How are you, son?

Perfectly all right.

l don't know why...

they don't cut the plaster.

- Leave it to the doctors.

This is Seema.

The one from Delhi?

y es. She's the one.

Why are you standing there?

Come here.

Where do you live in Delhi?

Punjabi Bagh. But now l live

in Mumbai.

y ou should come home sometime.

- She is ever eager.

She's just waiting

for your permission.

Sure. Why not?

She's so shy.

Why are you acting shy?

Just now you were sitting

on my uncle's lap.

Don't tell lies.

She wasn't sitting on my lap.

Rathore hasn't recovered.

He can't walk.

His leg is in a cast.

First floor. Room nine.

Everything else

is taken care of.

ls this room number nine?

ls Mr. Rathore asleep?

Don't be afraid, Mr. Rathore.

l am a friend.

l respect officers like you.

l'm here to tell you some facts.

y ou took such a big risk

for nothing.

y ou're lucky you're alive.

What with flying bullets...

Anyway, there's nothing

left of the case.

y our culprit has escaped

across the border.

And your police is harassing

innocent people.

The police are forcing restaurants

and bars to close down at nights.

What will happen

to the business?

They are losing millions.

400,000 or say 500,000 isn't

too big a sum for them.

lt can be arranged

anytime you want.

And times are bad nowadays.

People will kill for peanuts.

What should l tell them?

Mr. Rathore, you shouldn't

have been doing this.

y our leg is in the cast.

The wound hasn't healed.

And yet you take such a risk.

Thank your stars l didn't

cut the cast.

What would you have

done otherwise?

When will you cut it?

- ln two or three days.

Now rest. Else, l will have

to lock you in.

Now l'm going to lock you in.

Just get on with the story.

Thakur and Sultan walk in.

And you ask Thakur...

Recognize me?

And they start shooting.

Then Thakur runs. And you chase.

Now go on.

Then l catch up with him,

and we start fighting.

Then?

l had him pinned down.

But someone attacked

me from behind.

Then?

He pulled my up,

and l let Thakur go.

y ou let him go?

l wasn't about to.

But l was clutching...

on his pocket. lt came off

when l was yanked off him.

And then?

Go on, will you?

What happened?

Where are you going?

- Do you have your car?

y es. But why?

My shoes are in there.

Get them out.

Shoes? What are your shoes

doing in the story?

What are you doing?

Are you mad?

Careful on your feet.

This is where l had

him pinned down.

When l was yanked off,

the pocket came off.

Something fell out of his pocket.

lt fell somewhere here.

Where?

What is this?

Someone's horoscope.

- Whose?

Bala Thakur's?

- y es. lt's his.

The name of the person who drew

the chart is written here.

Ram Bandhu Gupta.

Bahid, Rajasthan.

All of a sudden, he wants

a map of Rajasthan.

He wants the forensics too.

- Hurry up. The sahib is coming.

Have you found out

about the peppers?

The peppers come from

North Gujarat and Rajasthan.

The sand in the sackings

came from Rajasthan.

And this horoscope was

drawn in Rajasthan.

Bala Thakur's horoscope.

Someone in Bahid drew it.

Do you know where Bahid is?

ln Rajasthan.

Here... a small dot on the border

between Hindustan and Pakistan.

Go to Bahid.

Find this astrologer in Rajasthan,

who draws horoscopes...

for clients in faraway

Maharashtra.

Nothing good ever happens to me.

What sin is mine?

ln your last life,

you were a policeman.

ln my last life too?

A constable?

What?

- l mean...

that astrologer Ram Bandhu Gupta

was telling me that...

l'll become a policeman

in this lifetime.

He? An astrologer?

He's a scoundrel!

His real business

is shady.

Now don't make me speak.

He's the Mirchi.

He is into smuggling.

Across the border.

y our peppers and mine are

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