Sholay Page #5

There you are then; I've never|accepted a bribe in my life.

But I have to bribe my family,|whenever I go home!

I must take your leave now.

- What is it?|- Gabbar Singh has escaped, sir!

Gabbar Singh has escaped?!

You've missed again!

You're no good, uncle!

Oh sure! Your father's been hunting|lions, hasn't he? Just shut up!

You're going to the station to|receive grandpa, aren't you?

- May I come along, too?|- Go and ask your mother.

Why don't you tell her?

Just tell her that you're|going with me. Go on.

Mother...

Let me cut the vegetables.

May I go to the station|with uncle, mother?

No. You're not going|to the station.

Madam... I've asked someone|to fix the main-gate.

And here are the things|you had asked for...

- Young mistress!|- I'm coming over!

I'm going to the temple. But if|there is anything I can do...?

Go on. I'll handle it.

- Let's go.|- Give me that.

- May I go to the station, mom?|- Haven't I said you can't?

Let him go, if he wants to.

No way. There are always so many|trains passing by.

I'm scared.

The trains seem to have an axe|to grind against your son.

They'll leave their tracks|to go after him!

You have a funny logic.

So you're preparing the|vegetable father likes, eh?

- Let him go, I say.|- Okay! Go ahead and spoil him!

Will you go like this?|Go and have a bath.

Ask your aunt to...|Nirmala!

Yes, sister-in-law?

Will you get a set of clothes|out for the kid, my girl?

Right away.

Go on.

And you've started chewing|on the raw vegetables!

They're all busy today|to impress father!

As if you get the witch to|do the chores every day!

This wheel is still lying here?

Ramlal has become|a forgetful old man.

I'd asked him to have the drawing|room and father's room cleaned.

But he's not even to be seen.

He's away at the temple with Radha.|He will do it when he returns.

- Hey, Ninni!|- Yes, brother?

Have a bath and get ready!|Aren't we going to the station?

I'll join you in a minute!

I can't figure out how this silly|hunter found a wife like Radha.

It was I who asked father|to pursue the alliance.

But does anyone even|acknowledge what I've done?

I've found him a wife|who's one in a million!

Or girls nowadays ask for a division|the day they are married.

Wait and see what a great match|I find for Nimmo next.

No!

Gabbar?

Yes...

Welcome, Thakur.

I knew for sure|that you'd come here.

The ass struggles!

You contemptible bastard!|God-damn scoundrel!

Curse me as much as you wish!|To your heart's content!

- You bastard!|- Yes! Shout some more!

Remember? I cried the other day|and you watched the fun?

You will cry your lungs out today...|and I will watch the fun!

Know what, Samba?

I was livid at the court that|day... so very furious!

I could have wrung his neck|there and then! The bastard!

But I couldn't help it!|I was held by four of those cops!

Handcuffs in my hands...|my legs shackled! Remember?

You remember that, don't you?

Any last wish, Thakur?

There's still a lot|of life in your arms.

Tie him up!

I'm not going to kill you now.

After I'm through with you...|the world will spit on you.

Your arms are full of life!

His arms are strong enough|to pull down a running horse!

Your arms are full of life!

D'you remember what you|had once told me?

They aren't arms...|they're a noose!

And here you are!|The noose has been destroyed!

It has been ripped open!

Arms full of life, aren't they?

These arms...

...give them to me, Thakur.|- No!

- Give me your arms, Thakur!|- No!

- Did you see anything else?|- No, sir.

We shut our doors and windows|when we heard the gunfire.

I see... very well.

- Put your thumb-impression here.|- Very well, sir.

Welcome, Thakur.

I've got to know of what happened|here, from these folks.

I wanted to discuss|something with you.

The police want Gabbar;|dead or alive.

You will have him one day.

Is there something you can|tell me about Gabbar?

No.

Okay. That's all I wanted to know.

Thank you, Thakur.

Good-bye.

We don't want that money, Thakur.

Please take it back.

Please don't think, we won't carry|out the mission for you.

But didn't you say|you only work for money?

Well, we...

We will get the money anyway.

- Once we have killed Gabbar...|- You will not kill Gabbar!

You are here to catch Gabbar alive|and hand him over to me.

Give me your word! That you will|hand him over to me, alive!

We give you our word, Thakur.|But please take back the money.

Girija, the blacksmith, brings|some news from village Titli.

You might meet Gabbar|again very soon.

Come on.

- Greetings, Thakur.|- Greetings.

So what's news, Girija?

There are some gypsies|staying at Pipri.

Hira and his friends|are there too.

Hira is the one who sells|arms and ammunition to Gabbar.

Gabbar is bound to meet him|in a couple of days.

Strike... when the iron is hot.

My God! What happened to him?

Don't worry. The bullet has|just grazed his arm.

It's not a serious injury.

We blew up almost all their|arms and explosives, Thakur...

...but Gabbar managed to escape.

It's okay. We'll get him|again someday.

Take a swig, partner.|Your troubles will vanish.

Should you stop drinking, it will|reduce most of your troubles.

- Would you like to...?|- God almighty!

Greetings, lmam.|I have a letter for you.

- Here you are.|- It must be from Jabalpur.

- Could you read it for me?|- Certainly.

Where are my glasses?|I put it in my pocket!

That which you are looking for|is here with me!

- Here you are!|- The chatterbox is here, isn't she?

Actually, we were going in|the opposite directions.

You were on your bicycle|and I was on foot.

You dropped your glasses|and I picked them up!

I guessed as much that the|glasses must belong to you.

The funny part is, it's|really yours. Actually...

If you rest your mouth a little,|I'd know what the letter says.

- I'll listen to you later.|- Okay! When did I refuse?

- It begins with a greeting.|- Greetings himself, too.

Everything is fine here and we|pray for your well-being.

"The good news is that the job|for Ahmed has been finalized"

"He will get a salary|of 200 Rupees"

"He can very well stay with me|and eat with us, too"

It's good that he will|be in his uncle's care.

Oh yes! That's wonderful!|That's just what I wanted, too.

"It wouldn't be proper to delay|this matter anymore"

"I hope you will treat this|letter like a telegram"

"Please arrange to send|Ahmed here at the earliest"

"Everything else is fine here;|my folks send you their regards"

- " I remain, yours...|- Mukait Ul-lah.

I will not listen to any|excuse from Ahmed now.

That's right.|But he's very much here.

Let me tell you, father.|I'm not going there.

- This is like...|- This boy is a fool!

I have one foot in the grave and you|have your life ahead of you!

How long will you cling to me?|You don't find such jobs everyday.

Your father is right, son.

In fact, I've heard of people|praying at temples in the cities...

- The temple?!|- What's wrong?

Actually, I was headed for the temple|and happened to find his glasses.

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