Sholay Page #7

Well... what is "good-bye"?

When the English leave,|it's called "good-bye".

But where do the English go?

Hey, villagers! Here I go!

God Almighty! Here I come!

Hold it! Wait...!

What?! Okay, if you insist,|I'll wait for a while.

Hey... you're a strange friend!|You're sitting here unaffected!

- Why? What's wrong?|- How am I to know?

Look at your friend!|He's climbed all the way up there!

You see that, don't you?!

Yes, I do.|But nothing's going to happen.

He'll climb down,|when he sobers down.

I've seen many cruel people.|But not a heartless friend like you!

Hey, watch out!

I have no one in the world!|Nor friend, nor buddy...

So I'm going to end my life!

But I must warn you, villagers!

Where a lover ends his life, the|village is wrought with calamities!

What calamities will|we have to face?

There will be famine and drought!|Diseases and death!

And all that only for the sake of|that old hag! That old hag indeed!

My God!

You will see for yourselves!|When I die...

...the police will arrive and take|the old hag away to jail!

In jail, the old hag will|labor on the grindstone...!

You'd better agree, lady.|Or he'll kill himself!

But how can I agree, Dinanath?!

You don't have to beg for anything|from the hag, villagers!

Nothing can stop me now!

I will certainly end my life!

Here goes; one, two, three...

Please, aunt! Agree to what he says!

You'd better agree, or do the rounds|of the courts and police stations!

But I've never been a court|or a police station!

- Then you'd better agree.|- All right.

Stop that, Veeru!|I agree!

The old lady has agreed!|Now quietly come down!

Who wants to marry|the old lady!

It's Dhanno... I mean,|it's Basanti I want to marry.

I'm willing to marry you, Veeru!|Come down now!

Hear that, villagers?

The old lady is willing...|and so is Basanti!

So my death has been cancelled!

I'm coming down, aunt...|my adorable aunt!

I'm coming down...

What am I going to do now?!

- So long, father.|- You're leaving, are you?

Go on... my God protect you.

Write to me, the moment|you reach there.

You're a very careless eater;|look after your health, okay?

As my father, God bless his soul,|used to say...

...in good health lies|true happiness and wealth.

Let me walk with you for a while.|I'll get myself some air, too.

It's okay, father. Relax...|I'll go away from here.

Really? Okay, then...|Let's embrace.

Hurry up, Junga... I hold|the Queen of clubs.

That's okay, Samba. But look there;|the easy prey.

- Chief...|- Yes?

This boy's from Ramgarh.

He was on his way to the station,|when we found him.

Why's there so much|of silence here?

- Imam-saheb...|- Who's that?

Veeru? Why's there so much|of silence here, son?

Please come with me.

- Please come...|- What's wrong?

What's up, son?|Where are you leading me...

Who's that?

Ahmed?!

Ahmed!

Lmamsaheb, I must...

How will you console him, Thakur?|You're responsible for all this.

It's true!

And you villagers had better listen|to this letter from Gabbar, too!

Addressed to the people of Ramgarh,|it says, "Look at the..."

"consequences of challenging me|at the Thakur's instigation"

"Should you folks still|not mend your ways..."

"death shall perform its ugly dance|in every courtyard of Ramgarh!"

"Should you care for the lives|of your family and children..."

"...then before sunrise tomorrow..."

"hand over the Thakur's men|to me, at the old hillock"

He has signed it off as "Gabbar|Singh, chief of the bandits."

How could you land us in such|a grave danger, Thakur!

To lead an honorable life, we will|have to pay a price, Dinanath.

And we can pay the bandits|with food-grains for our lives.

We can't pay them with|our children's lives!

We're farmers, after all.|We are not soldiers.

You are right, Shankar.|We are indeed farmers.

This has been a country|of farmers for many ages.

But whenever someone evil has|shown aggressive designs...

...by God, it was farmers who|melted their ploughs into swords!

It's not the blood of cowards|that flows in our veins! No!

But how is violence and bloodshed|going to help?

Non-violence has its place, too.

I do believe in non-violence.

But it won't be an|act of non-violence...

...to grovel before|a wicked and evil man!

It's nothing but cowardliness!|Plain spinelessness!

Those who don't bow|are broken down, Thakur!

This Thakur can neither be made|to bow nor be broken down!

This Thakur can only die!

But I will live in dignity,|till as long as I live!

For how long are you going to live?|And how long will we live either...

...with these guys|around in the village?

If you think you can save|your children's lives...

...by handing us over|to Gabbar Singh...

...you can very well give us|up to Gabbar. We are willing.

Yes. We must do|the right thing now.

We can't bear the burden|of this problem anymore.

Who's speaking of not|bearing the burden?

Do you know what is the biggest|burden in the world?

A father bearing|the bier of his son!

There can be no bigger burden.

An old man like me is willing|to bear this burden...

...and you refuse|to combat a problem?

There's something I very|strongly believe in.

An honorable death is any day better|than a life of humiliation.

It's I, who has lost a son.

But I'd still want both of them|to stay on in this village.

I leave the rest to you.

It's time for my prayers.

I will ask God today|why He did not give me...

...some more sons to be|sacrificed for the village.

Will someone please help me|reach the mosque...?

What's that? A letter?

Of course, you idiot!|Read it.

"If you kill one villager, Gabbar,|we will slay four of your men"

Check out if it's those guys, or|have they dumped someone else here?

"For every villager you kill, Gabbar,|we will slay four of your men"

The fun begins now!

It's ages since I've run into|someone who boasts so much!

The real fun begins now!

This game will end with the|lives of these two guys.

Every family and household in|Ramgarh, will end with this, too!

Here you are.

It was really bothering you.

She's a very unfortunate girl.

It's almost as if she has|forgotten to speak.

As for earlier, I'm always reminded|of those days...

...when I first visited her village|with my master.

It was on the festival|of colors.

Hey! That's enough!

It's the festival of colors!|No one can take offense!

How will I celebrate with your father|if you douse all the colors on me?

How will you celebrate the festival|with my father in any case?

He just doesn't know how|to celebrate the festival!

He's been sitting at home|all day!

Either he touches the feet|of the elders visiting him...

...or the younger ones touch his|feet as a mark of respect.

They apply a pinch of color on each|other's forehead from a plate...

...embrace each other and|that's it! They've celebrated it!

That's no way of doing it!|It's us, who really celebrate it!

Really? And how do|you celebrate it?

You know Paro, don't you?

- Paro?|- Yes! Paro!

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