Vardi Page #4

Come on.

It isn't easy to cheat a dacoit, Lalchand.

Listen carefully. If you don't give weapons within 2 days...

...you'll get killed.

You'll surely get the weapons, chief.

The one who snatched from me will bring it.

Eat it, son.

Who are you?

Hey! -Tell you husband, Verma...

...that if he informs anyone his son will be killed.

I'll tell you the rest on the phone. - No.

Leave me.

Sir...

...a man left this parcel.

He said it's birthday cake.

I didn't order it.

No!

No!

No!

No!

Munna!

Munna!

Munna!

Munna!

This uniform killed my son.

This uniform killed my son.

I want my son.

I want my son. - Shanti.

I want my son. - Shanti!

No, Shanti. - I want my son.

Shanti.

Hello.

Did you see the result of ruining Lalchand's plan?

Your entire life to ruined.

You lost your only son.

You rogue.

You murderer! I'll kill you.

I'll kill you. - Is this the killer's phone?

You can't kill me, but your son.

Swine!

You've already... - No, Verma.

Your son is still alive.

Actually I was trying to get a good deal.

You don't believe me. Talk to your son.

Speak up.

Speak up.

Say, dad.

Dad.

Son Anil.

Father, take me along.

Don't worry, Anil.

Anil. My son. You're alive.

Son... - Give me the phone.

Lalchand... - Did you hear?

If you want your son's life...

...bring the truck loaded with weapons.

And take your son back.

Or else you know the consequence. - No.

It can't be done! Never!

Think it over.

But this time you won't get clothes drenched in blood...

but severed head.

Your son's head.

No, Lalchand. You can't do this.

You won't do this.

No, Lalchand. You can't do this.

You can't do this.

What does he want?

Give him what he wants, but bring my Anil back.

Bring my Anil. - What can I do, Shanti?

In return for my son he wants my honesty.

I don't know anything. I want my son.

I want my Anil. Bring him back or else I'll die.

I can't sacrifice my son for this uniform.

Bring him back.

Very good, inspector. That's more like it.

Bring the goods. - Wait.

First hand me my Anil.

Not so soon. You're our friend now.

My helplessness is helping you, Lalchand.

If Anil hadn't been in your custody...

...you would've been somewhere else.

Goods are okay, sir Lalchand. - Good.

Where is my Anil?

Now Anil will always be here.

What? -Yes.

He's a son of a decent mother.

When he learnt that his father betrayed the country...

...he said he won't go home. - Don't joke, Lalchand.

You got what you wanted. Hand my Anil to me.

Your son is dead, inspector.

Now it's your turn.

You killed my Anil.

You too arrested Kallan.

You killed many of my men.

I won't spare you.

Take him away.

Tie him to the truck and push it down the valley.

Take him away. - You killed my Anil. I won't spare you.

I'll kill you, Lalchand. I won't spare you.

I won't spare you.

If God is one's savior, nobody can kill him.

Sir, bring Anil. I'll see him.

He won't come, Bhagwan Singh. This scum killed him.

What?

What are you saying?

Swine!

You killed an innocent boy with his hand.

I'll break your hand.

Sir.

Bhagwan Singh.

Bhagwan Singh.

What did you do?

Bhagwan Singh. - Sir.

To hide the crime of a traitor like me, you staked your life.

God will never forgive me. - No, sir.

You got a big punishment for your mistake.

Our son... our Anil...

...is away from us now, sir.

You got punished for your mistake.

Bhagwan Singh. - Sir...

...don't make such mistake again. - No.

Bhagwan Singh.

Mother... this...

This land is our mother, sir.

And this uniform...

...is its shield. - Yes.

Don't let this mother get insulted.

Don't let this uniform get blemished.

No. Bhagwan Singh. Never.

You can get a child again...

...but not your mother.

Yes. - Sir...

My Ajay...

...is your son now.

Yes, Bhagwan Singh. Ajay is my son.

Sir, when he grows up...

...make him a cop too.

And teach him to respect this uniform.

If by mistake he insults this uniform...

...then don't forgive him.

Shoot him.

Bhagwan Singh. - Shoot him.

Yes.

Today I learnt a big lesson. Bhagwan Singh.

I'll fulfill your every wish.

I promise. - No, sir.

Don't promise. Swear...

...swear by this uniform.

Bhagwan Singh. I swear. - Swear by this uniform, sir.

Bhagwan Singh.

Sir. - Bhagwan Singh.

Bye.

Bhagwan Singh.

Bhagwan Singh.

I promise, sir...

...this hand will beg at your feet for mercy.

I swear.

Rudra must've disappeared. - Yes, sir.

We've raided all this dens.

He must've reached Lalchand.

Now Lalchand will try to get his friend...

...Kallan Khan out of prison.

If we do this work...

Meaning?

Kallan still has 6 months sentence left.

What if we release him before time...

...and let him meet Lalchand?

You mean when Kallan will meet him, we...

Not a bad idea, son.

Get me Central jail.

Give alms, sir.

Give alms.

Give alms in God's name.

Give alms in God's name. God bless you.

Give alms in God's name.

Sir, be careful.

Police is all around you.

Commissioner's son inspector Ajay is...

...sitting in the hotel in the front.

Phone on this number.

Enjoy.

Bring tea.

Welcome, Kallan. - Police is here.

Don't worry about the police.

My men are out in disguise of reporters in press van.

Hey.

You're commissioner's son.

Listen carefully.

Tell your father, the slave of uniform...

...that forget six months, if Kallan...

...had been out even 6 years before time...

...I wouldn't have forgiven him.

That scum thinks...

If you utter a word more, I'll kill you.

How can you kill me?

I'd killed your father like a dog.

Help.

He'll kill me.

Wait, sir.

Help! -Sir, leave him.

Help me. - Sir.

Brother, help me. - Don't hit him. - He's hitting a poor man.

Look, brother. His father put me in prison for 16 years.

Now his son has whacked me.

You cry in front of press. Leave me.

I'll...

Ask him. Tell them, scum. - What?

I'll... - I didn't kill your father.

Even if I'd, it wouldn't have been a crime.

He was a smuggler but he got me punished. - Leave me.

You abuse my father.

I won't spare you. - Help.

I'll kill you.

Help.

Ajay, stop it.

Stop it, I say. - Leave me, sir. - Stop it. - Sir.

He was abusing him... - But it doesn't mean...

You can do anything.

You've the uniform and the law on your side.

With this baton you can break anyone's skull.

Did you see the police's justice?

Using this uniform they're oppressing the people.

Commissioner, police atrocity is crossing the limit.

If law is mocked openly...

...we reporters will run a campaign against you.

You can do what you want.

But remember, this man is a criminal...

Did you see him accusing me falsely?

I've served 16 years imprisonment yet I'm a criminal?

Come with me. I'll see what the police does.

Commissioner, read tomorrow's newspaper.

Boss is standing.

And you're sitting.

Stand up.

Stand up.

Hey, baldy. Stand up.

Get up, fools.

Scum's.

Stupid. Get up, you with long hair.

Get up.

You don't fear God. At least fear me.

What are you saying, Lalchand?

I never saw you getting high before.

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