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This is the story of the raging fire of revenge

that burns to this day.

These wars of vengeance have lead us to the silence of the grave.

Neither has revenge given up...

nor has the human spirit been broken.

From this spirit was born a hero, the great Sardar Jatt.

And from the depths of vengeance, rose his nemesis

the bloodthirsty Jeeva Natt.

And then in the darkness of one fateful night, the Jatt Sardar...

was dealt the final strike.

Maula!

And in the ashes of a long forgotten fire...

lay a spark that would ignite the fires of hell.

Son of a Jatt...

his name was...

Maula.

The Natt warriors will follow me...

So I will go into hiding till Maula is a grown man.

But we need your prayers to break his silence.

-His silence holds the secret to his past.

This silence will keep him safe.

Daani.

-Yes?

Take him home with you.

Do not see him as Maula, the son of a Jatt Sardar.

Raise him the same as your own son, Mooda Baksh.

Your love will keep at bay the demons from his past.

My child.

Oh what now?

Not another one of your nightmares.

Oh God, did you have to give me a mute for a brother?

This situation reminds me of a joke.

-My child.

But why waste it on a mute?

My sweet child.

Are you scared?

Did you have that same terrible nightmare?

Don’t worry, I’m right here.

Sleep my son, just go to sleep.

Hey Mooda!

Hey you mute!

-Watch it!

Maula!

Good morning Sir!--

-Hello Mooda.

-You rascal!

-Please help me, help me someone!

Forgive me, please have mercy!

Just wait and see, once I become a wrestler, I’ll deal with these brutes.

Come, let me show you where I train.

How’s it going, champion?

Good!

Master Gogi!

My lion!

Put on some clothes before you catch a cold!

What did you say?

The anger on your face... reminds me of a joke.

Listen carefully...

I said everyone listen-

Oye!

You sure took your time to speak

and you spoke like a champion.

This sapling already bears such bitter fruit

When it becomes a tree, all hell will break loose.

-Stop staring at the tree.

Your fate is sealed, the signs are all around you.

Here, the first sign.

And here... the second sign.

And this...

is the third sign.

Let’s see you escape your fate.

Why are you being such a tease?

The wait till our wedding night may be bitter...

but the fruit will be sweet.

It is not I...

but you who will beg.

Hey where will you run to Rajo?

-Go home.

Go now, run.

Go, Get out of here!

You’ve come running to these men to save you...

as if they would rip me apart like wild dogs.

But they stand as if carved from stone.

Come on, say something, do something, hit me.

I am here to take your woman. Where is your honour?

It seems that if I were to violate you right here...

Nobody would stop me.

Come here.

-Oye!

Let go of me!

Get away from her you lecherous Natt

or I will do to you what you cannot imagine.

Even though we both know you are lying

I love the confidence.

While you prey on innocent women

do you forget you have a sister of your own?

Aslam!

Have mercy on my son!

Please let my son go.

He is all I have... he is all I have!

Please forgive my son.

-There, there.

Come now.

Forgive him--

-That is enough now. -Forgive him.

It’s okay, I forgive him.

I feel your pain.

I'll show mercy.

Happy now?

Oh Lord!

Oh Lord save us!

I forgive you.

Who will save us from this evil?

Oh who will save us from this evil?

-Come to the pit Maula, we’re ready for you.

The crowd awaits!

-Come on now, place your bets. Quick, make your bets.

God bless you! Come come.

Thank you!

You prince among men!

Thank you madam!

Anyone else?

This is really good.

Of course Maula is going to win.

I'm going to wager, Mooda, that Maula is definitely losing today.

Mukkho.

In Punjab, two things will never come to pass.

Firstly, my Maula will never lose.

And secondly...

Mukkho will not die before she bears his children.

Tell him so Mooda.

Your words remind me of a joke Mukkho.

Have you no shame?

Is this the time to be cracking jokes?

I am always ready with a joke Mukkho

the way Maula is always ready for a fight.

The sight of you takes my breath away Maula.

Maula!

Maula!

How I wish for once...

that I could wipe away that anger in your eyes

for that one look of love.

-My brother, try and pull your punches.

You nearly killed two fighters tonight.

-Well then maybe you should send some decent fighters.

Not clowns like yourself--

Watch it

Hey Maula, for the love of God get rid of this lowlife.

He will take you for all your money.

He has the face of a man who would steal from his own mother.

Father shall I pass the lassi?

-Just put it there, my child.

Here son, over there.

-Yes father. -Make sure he pays up.

-It’s going to be a tough match tomorrow. Some big time fighters will be there.

They are saying that they will kill you this time.

Hey brother... easy on the drink.

We don't want to end up having to carry you out.

Here, tomorrow's advance.

-Hey listen.

The bigger the game

the more the money.

This is not for you.

This is for my lion here.

I was the first one to spot the fighter in him.

The day you got thrashed in my training pit.

Listening to his nonsense has made me lose count.

-Maula looks so handsome tonight.

Dear brother...

You eat.

I'm going to talk to your admirers.

Oh why are you chanting Maula's name?

When clearly I am the better fighter.

After all, I am the one every woman desires.

Sir.

Can I ever be like you?

Overcome your fears...

Embrace death...

That's all it takes to be Maula.

Go on, get me some more wine.

-Then why don’t you fight in the ring like Maula?

I will if I meet my match.

The day some arrogant fool comes to face me

That is the day you will see me fight

And you will hear my roar

And you'll see my...

-That is Jagoo, from the Natts.

Shut it.

Hey old man.

You haven’t paid me my money this month.

Sir, on the first of the month, I paid what you demanded, as always

It hasn’t even been eight days--

-Hey, get out. -Let’s go.

Maula.

Maula, lets go.

-Are you going to pay up or should I help myself?

Jagoo take these... please don’t hurt my father.

Just remember, the month begins when I say it does.

And next time the payment will be ten fold.

Till next time.

-No, no, no, he's drunk, let him be.

Maula, let’s go home.

Maula, Mother has only allowed you to fight in the ring.

Lets go home.

Let him go, come on.

Let's go.

Why the long face Maula, was I wrong back there?

Don’t give me that look.

I hate this face you make.

Whenever this anger flares up in your eyes

you become a man possessed and forget everyone

You forget you have a brother, you forget you have a mother

you even forget yourself.

You know very well who you’re messing with.

These are not wrestlers of your fighting ring.

They are animals who slaughter entire families.

Oye!

Come on then!

Go ahead, hit me. Hit me.

Set the whole damn village on fire.

Go ahead. Burn everything down.

Go.

Why not burn down our home as well?

Where our mother prays for your safety everyday.

Get out of here, think you’re such a big shot.

-Get her!

-Help! -Get her.

Where will you run to now?

-Help!

-No one is coming to save you.

-Help!

Maula

Maula!

Can you not hear me screaming for help?

Beat up these thugs.

So that they know that I am the love of your life.

Dear God

Why did I fall in love with such a passionless brute.

You can go now, he is too drunk.

How is that our problem?

We want the money you promised.

Don't try to get clever with me

The deal was that I would scream for help

You would grab me

He would beat you up and rescue me

And that is when you would get your money.

This is not a problem.

We'll just grab you now.

Get back you dog.

Hey lady... are you going to pay up or should we take you instead?

They’re squished.

Don't you dare

I myself am one wild woman.

Run! -Go.

I could fight you all...

You two bit fake wrestlers.

Thank God.

At least you thought of me.

When will you admit

that you love me--

How sad that the mere mention of love knocked you out.

Here you go. -Wow

-Hot roti straight from the oven

-Wow

-And here is the spinach.

Well, well, Maula

The nights you don't come home

I swear mother cooks the best meals the next day.

Maybe that’s why you don’t come home most nights

suits me just fine.

I am sad not because he doesn’t come home

I am sad because he has never accepted me as his mother.

Mother, your words remind me of a joke, listen--

-Stop now

No one has ever listened to any of your jokes, just like...

he has never once listened to the pain in my heart.

Mother Dear, not all sons are like me

Handsome, wise, hardworking

and intelligent and...

It is no wonder that every girl in the village is crazy about me.

Really?

Find a pretty girl for my Maula as well.

Hah!

-Once he brings his bride home he will--

-Mother.

Why won't you tell me what happened to my parents?

Will he ever stop asking this question?

Mooda, talk to him. -It’ll be alright.

To walk with your head held high is a crime around here

It would be best for everyone if he stops bringing this up.

Oh, mother...

How long can we keep this secret from him?

I fear if I tell him about his past

he might...

head straight to confront the Natts.

For twenty five years

I have worn this Turban with pride.

I have kept the whole of Punjab under my feet

yet exalted with glory and triumph.

But today the elders are requesting

that in accordance with the tradition of the Natts

the turban be worn by a young

and virile male of the Natt clan.

What do you all say?

Jeeva, the rightful heirs are your sons...

Noori and Maakha.

Noori is in prison.

He is arrogant and believes no one is above him except God.

-Yes.

And worse yet Maakha refuses to accept Noori.

That is why the elders have decided

that till both brothers set aside their differences

the son of Chaudhry Afzal, Sarang shall wear the turban.

Here’s what i think of your decision...

the council can sit on my--

-Maakha!

Enough.

The elders should reconsider

In my opinion no one can carry the weight of this turban...

except Noori--

-Noori?

Noori, Noori.

You have that much faith in Noori?

Such confidence?

Then go fetch him from prison.

Just like one pride

cannot be led by two lions.

The Natt clan...

The Natt clan cannot be led by two Sardars!

Who got under his skin, father?

It‘s a matter of the Turban, Daro.

It does not surprise me

that Maakha demands the Turban ahead of Noori

What amazes me is that the son of Chaudhry Afzal

Sarang, also wants the Turban.

Sarang?

Really?

-Yes this is the unanimous decision of the elders.

Then let us set a seal on it.

Ever so handsome...

Ever so headstrong...

and bitter to the core.

Father, every village I have been to

I have heard his name spoken with great respect.

Then why the hesitation dear child?

Crown him with this turban.

I would place this Turban on his head, Uncle

as he has all the essential qualities.

There is just one flaw.

And what is that?

I fail to see his head being able to carry...

the weight of the Natt turban.

But my child...

My son...

His head...

Where is my son's head?

Ask again and you will be searching for your own head too.

Come on Uncle

Do not be distressed.

I shall fulfill this desire and grant you your wish.

Jeeva

Jeeva does not fix severed heads.

Bury it.

-Every Sardar great and small hear me now

This Turban of the Sardar can only be worn by one man

The fear of whom turns his rivals to stone.

The mere mention of his name lays barren the women of his foes

In land of Punjab there is only one

The son of Jeeva...

And the brother of Daro...

Noori Natt.

Where is this Noori?

The one whose terror grips this prison day and night.

I have heard the mention of his name can stop a beating heart.

You see me standing before you

but neither has your breath stopped...

nor do you tremble with fear.

It appears...

You are either blind...

or mute.

You must be new here, my dear.

Yes.

So feeble a reply

from such a large corpse.

If your name is Noori Natt

then bow your head before me

for tonight your doom stands before you.

-Have you ever seen the king cobra bow its head?

I have a hundred ways to make you bow your head.

And I know a hundred and one ways to keep it held high.

Oye Noori.

What is it that you want?

I wish for death.

To see my body torn apart.

I want someone to break this neck.

After all, when will this soil be painted red by Noori's blood?

Barking dogs

seldom bite.

Your father is right to keep you imprisoned.

It is I who chose this life in prison.

I had heard that the fiercest men were kept here

I am at the end of my sentence

and yet I have found no one

who could even leave a mark on me.

Guards, throw him in the dungeon.

Is that it?

At least ring the bells

Tie me to the post, have me lashed.

Do something to soften this tough hide.

Surely you would want to keep Noori restrained...

lest I don't bring your prison to the ground.

What a stubborn prisoner--

I am not anyone's prisoner.

I am Noori Natt.

My dear.

The festivals of Punjab are the pride and glory of this land.

And I am honored

that my festival is now the biggest in Punjab.

Now that is true indeed.

I am the one who has made all of this happen.

Now tell me, where would you all be without me?

We would be far away from your big mouth.

What a loser--

-What’s so funny? Don't forget I discovered Maula.

I found him.

Thank God you said you found him not that you gave birth to him.

Well said Mukkho.

Maula! Maula!

Maula! Maula!

-Where is Maula?

-Someone go get him.

You have been following me for a long time now.

Who are you?

-You and I are not related

but I am not a stranger either.

That does not answer my question.

I have the answers to all of your questions.

You have your father's wild stare...

and his burning rage...

The same fire, the same passion.

so why are your paths so far apart.

You know my father?

Not just I...

Daani knows of him as well.

But she will not disclose the truth and I will no longer hide it.

Tomorrow when the sun is at it's peak

bring this very same fire and passion...

and make your way to the ruins of Kot Mithan Palace.

You will get the answers you seek.

Who are you to give me answers?

What have you done?

-Oh Maula is drunk.

-Maula

Maula, what are you doing?

Maula!

Oh, Gogi

Gogi, stop the fight!

Move. Get out of my way.

Oh Gogi, Gogi shut it down.

What is happening Gogi? Call it off--

Look what's happening. Everything is ruined!

I told him not to drink but he didn’t listen--

Have mercy, stop this. They will kill him--

Now this fight is in God's hands.

Maula is going to die Gogi, stop the fight--

-What do you want me to do?

Maula is done for and so is my festival--

Here take your money.

We're ruined.

Out of the way! Move!

Maula!

Oh, Maula!

Maula.

Enough, enough.

Stop... stop... no.

Stop... enough... stop.

Stop it!

-Better watch out.

Back off.

-Oh, we beat Maula!

-Where is your champion now?

Maula, get up.

Maula.

Mooda.

Mooda.

Mooda.

-Excuse me Sir.

I must leave you now...

but only to return...

for neither has your nectar dried up...

nor my thirst for it.

These men are experts

but demand a high price.

I don't care about the money

all I want is the Turban.

Whatever the cost

I will have it.

-Mountains do not move for anyone

-But if they have walked right up to you

speak of what concerns you.

You are feared throughout the land of Punjab.

How many kills to your credit?

We started the day we were born.

You do the count.

But the one I want killed was nursed on blood.

Stop singing his praises, Natt, and hand over the money.

-And if you are unable to kill him, then what?

-Have you ever seen the sun rise from the west?

Noori

Someone is here to meet you.

-The truth is

till today whoever has come to see me

has come seeking death.

Be it their own or someone else’s.

-That is because Noori

the whole world knows you want only one of two things...

To kill

or to be killed.

Killing is no passion of mine...

It is a burden I must bear.

I was once a child who liked to play with toys.

God smiled and gave me a new plaything...

in the form of a beautiful baby sister.

But instead of celebrating her...

my father saw her as a stain on his honour and sought to have her killed.

He was not willing to suffer a daughter, and I was not willing to suffer her death.

My first kill was of the executioner...

who my father had sent to bury my sister alive.

On that day I learned an eternal truth.

You must kill

or be killed.

Daro, is that you?

Here stands the sister of Noori.

The apple of Noori's eye.

Yet there are no bells ringing from the high tower.

And no prison warden running to greet you.

How can this be, Daro?

What I have to say is for your ears only.

You must listen carefully.

It is time to end this self-imposed exile.

You know very well, Daro

that until the day I lay bloodied by the hands of another.

I shall find no peace.

I have found no one beyond these walls

who could defeat me in combat.

-Noori, the thing is, our house is being torn apart from within.

Jeeva has passed his prime and not only Maakha...

there are other Natts who also have their eyes on the Turban.

I beheaded one myself.

Is that so?

The news of this beheading fills me with pride, Daro.

Hold your head up high.

Tell all those vultures who chase the turban...

that if Noori leaves this prison...

every power hungry dog will flee...

or die.

Maula.

Maula!

He’s not dead, is he?

What do you think you’re doing?

Be grateful all I am doing is feeding you.

After your antics in the ring last night

what you really deserve is salt in your wounds.

Do you really think...

that this self-destructive behaviour will help you find your past?

The strength and courage that brought you victory

time and time again in the ring...

is all you need now to face the demons of your past.

I get a beating

and he gets a feeding.

And what if I lose my way?

Then I will come to you

like a moth drawn to a flame.

[Ali] Tomorrow when the sun is at it's peak

bring this very same fire and passion

and make your way to the ruins of Kot Mithan Palace.

You will get the answers you seek.

I know you want revenge for the murder of your parents.

This was not the way of your father

neither was it the code that he lived by.

If it is greatness that you seek

then step foward and claim your father's Gandasa.

and whenever you see the tyranny of the tyrant

ready your weapon.

For all of your enemies... will make themselves known.

It's only a matter of time...

All the tyrants of the land shall see...

and they will witness...

a raging fire.

It's name will be...

Maula Jatt.

Men, when faced with death...

even forget their own mothers.

Yet you just sit and fill your belly.

So what would you have me do?

Stop eating...

and take a bite out of you?

I swear by God...

your words have made my day.

Oh what say you brother?

Shall we slit his throat?

Oh dear God.

I ask you to send me lions but you...

send me sheep.

Even from ten miles away

the thunderous gallop of my horses

foretells that Jagoo approaches.

And even before I arrive

my command is obeyed.

My Lord.

I have what you asked for.

-But now my gaze...

rests on who stands behind you.

My Lord, take everything that I have

but do not cast your eyes on her, she is my daughter.

But she is not my daughter!

All I want...

is for us to spend some quality time together.

It is to save her honour that I pay you.

You dare to defy Jagoo’s orders?

My Lord.

Praise be.

-Leave him!

Let go of him! Leave my father alone!

Leave my father alone!

Father!

-Let him go.

Let go!

-This is why I wanted to be like you.

Every month they beat up my father!

Father!

Hold it.

-Let him through.

My Lord

if the old man does not have enough money...

take some from me.

-So you will pay?

If your sister is more beautiful than his daughter

then go and bring her to me.

Go.

No, no, no, brother no.

Leave him, back off.

Let's go.

Let him go.

Maula.

In the Land of Punjab rose a warrior, fearless and untamed.

Born a Jatt, with the warrior's Gandasa

he was the son of The Sardar.

The endless fields echoed his name

but louder still was the deafening fury of his Gandasa.

And in the ashes of a long forgotten fire

lay a spark to ignite the fires of hell.

Son of a Jatt...

his name was...

Maula.

Tell me...

The Mighty Jagoo, the terror of all villages

went to collect money from an old man

and came back with six dead bodies.

Tell me, how many of them were there

for us to lose this many men?

One.

One?

One.

One?

The mere mention of the Natt name is enough to strike a man dead.

Did he not know that the wrath of Noori Natt stands behind you?

Where is Noori?

And where is the terror he invokes?

You claimed that the mention of his name lays barren the women of his enemies.

So whose womb bore the one who stands his ground

like a mountain in our path?

Keep this Turban...

safe in your hands and wait for my return father.

Not only will I kill this enemy...

but I will slaughter everyone in his clan

so no child will ever be born to challenge the Natts.

Maula?

I knew this would happen. This is why I never told you.

I knew if you learned the truth

you would forget us and be consumed by revenge--

Yes I want revenge!

And I will not stop till I create a bigger graveyard than the one at Kot Mithan.

I could never have imagined that this is how it would all end.

Had I known, I would never have gone to the shrine.

May you live long.

I had brought home a son from the shrine that day.

Little did I know...

that you were no son

but a curse that would doom us all--

What makes you think I’m your son?

I admit, I admit that I did not...

give birth to you.

But do not forget...

I am the mother who instead of feeding her real son, fed you first instead.

But now

seeing what you have become I think I should tell the village

that from now on

never call an orphan Jatt your child!

They are neither good sons nor good brothers.

You are right...

But the stone has been cast.

I am the arrow that has left the bow.

I will not return mother.

Maula

Maula!

I see...

So this is the village...

where one lone man killed six Natts.

But if this is really the same village

then why is it that on my arrival it is as quiet as a graveyard?

Oye peasant.

Tell me, did the unthinkable really happen?

To all your deranged ramblings...

I have but one reply.

-The edge of my Gandasa is stained with the blood of the Natts.

Let it be an omen to you

that very soon...

you will meet your end.

Do you feast on lions to feel this brave?

I hunt swine like you.

Oye!

All this barking on and on and on.

Step forward and strike me.

-Even I could take on a weakling like you, come here

I'll cut you into a dozen pieces and send them to your mother.

Get him.

My Lord.

My Lord.

Come out!

Come out everyone.

So far there have been only rumours of my return.

But now, after the Natts see what I have done to you

it shall echo throughout the lands...

That the justice of the Jatt Sardar

has risen from the grave!

-Why has the lion who claimed he would devour the entire clan of the enemy.

returned as a disgraced mongrel?

Every question of yours has only one answer Daro.

The Natt clan has been cursed by the evil eye.

Those who bear the Natt name are feared by death itself.

How can we be affected by the evil eye?

He is no ordinary mortal.

He is the son of the Jatt Sardar...

Maula Jatt.

Heed my warning

All of you need to run.

Run away from here.

Otherwise the face of every Natt will be blackened like mine.

Get your donkeys ready, you’ll all be riding donkeys.

All of you are only fit to ride donkeys.

All of you.

-This incident has driven him mad.

He needs treatment Daro.

Keep quiet!

You treat the sick, father...

Not the dishonoured.

Maula

We are neither in the sky nor the ground.

Why have you left me hanging here?

I see...

You made tall claims...

“that where there is Maula you will find Mukkho”

So why the panic?

It is not panic!

Why meet under the open sky?

In some dark alley...

with your arms around me...

is more to my taste.

Is that what you came for?

Hah!

At midnight, what else do you think I'm here for?

Maula?

The repeated blows to your head have made you lose your mind.

What are you thinking about Maula?

I am thinking about how deeply you care for me.

But the journey that I am about to set out on...

will take me as far from you...

as the stars in the sky.

-Even if you go beyond those stars...

I will follow you there.

This night that hides behind the moon shall pass

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

The eyes to the heart will whisper but one thing

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

This night that hides behind the moon shall pass

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

The eyes to the heart will whisper but one thing

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

This night that hides behind the moon shall pass

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

The eyes to the heart will whisper but one thing

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

This night that hides behind the moon shall pass

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

The eyes to the heart will whisper but one thing

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

This night that hides behind the moon shall pass

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

The eyes to the heart will whisper but one thing

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

This night that hides behind the moon shall pass

Our saga told to the world will forever stay

-Congratulations, Warden

Let the festivities begin.

The Lord has freed you from your worst nightmare.

-It is not something I pray for, Noori, but it is my heart’s desire.

to always keep the gates of this prison open for you.

You were not a captive of this prison...

but it's pride-

Is that so!

When I was your captive you had me lashed...

confined to solitary...

made me do hard labour.

And now that I am a free man...

you are trying to win me over with flattery.

May you always be happy my old friend.

Take care of yourself out there

God speed.

God save this land...

And may God save my enemy.

Come on people, listen to what I am saying.

-We have heard everything, but Mooda, we know

that this was Sardar Jatt's fight

but now all of us will have to pay the price.

-To hell with all of you. My festival is ruined now.

Oh Gogi, you only worry about yourself.

Please listen...

If after all these years, God has sent us a man of honour

do not ridicule him, but stand with him.

You are asking us to support him?

He who has sealed our fate!

What is wrong with all of you?

-Go ask this of the son you adopted, who has cursed us all.

-You used to hold your head high and claim

that your Maula was the pride of this village--

-He is not our pride

he is our doom, our doom.

Our doom, our doom, our doom.

Enough!

This woman is the last barrier...

that holds this wild hound at bay.

If she falls...

not one of you will survive.

Had revenge been my intent

then from the ruins of Kot Mithan...

after learning the truth about my past...

I would have not come to my mother's door...

but gone straight to the village of my enemies.

-Then why did you kill so many Natts?--

It was not for revenge

but for justice.

Ask him.

My blade struck for the first time...

when I saw a snake going after his daughter, in front of his eyes.

Remember...

cowardice...

is as bad as having no shame.

Maakha came and took Rajo as you stood and watched.

You outnumbered him. You could have stopped him.

-This is not about Jagoo or Maakha

this is about Noori.

You may have heard his name, but you haven’t seen his ferocity.

Why?

Have you seen him?

Does he have four legs, or four hundred arms?

We have not seen him either...

but the mere mention of his name consumes everyone with fear--

-Then I shall bring you his head and prove...

that glory and honour

are not for cowards who beg and plead.

But for those who stand tall and roar without fear.

Have you no shame?

Better to die on the battlefield than in your bed.

-Oh son...

they will never stand with you.

Bury this Gandasa...

and ask the Natts for forgiveness...

otherwise this mob will forever curse your mother.

God help us.

Ask for forgiveness.

Ask the Natts for forgiveness.

Ask for forgiveness.

Go and ask for forgiveness.

Alright.

If asking for forgiveness...

will save their lives...

and my mother’s honour...

I will swallow this bitter poison.

I have but one dream...

that Maula Jatt dies

and to celebrate, every Natt man dances

every Natt woman dances

and under the beat of our feet...

the very earth tremors.

-The man whose ring will grace your finger will certainly be blessed.

I have but one condition...

If I was given a brother like Noori...

then I want a partner comparable to Noori.

-My Lady, this crazed man insists on meeting Jeeva and Noori.

Both are away, shall I bring him to you?

Which village have you come from?

The village from where no one has ever come here before.

Then what makes you so bold?

You see...

courage and valour...

have always been a part of me.

This claim can only be made by one who wears the mark of the Natts.

I do not wear the mark...

but leave my mark on others.

So you have come to leave a mark on the Natts?

No, God forbid no.

I have come to ask the Natts for forgiveness.

The Natts have never granted forgiveness.

And the Jatts have never asked for it.

Now that I am here, I will not leave without it.

What did you do?

Oh nothing really...

I had only just begun...

but my mother put chains around me.

And what exactly did you begin?

First I killed six of your men...

then I drank six cups of sweet lassi.

After that I went home and my mother threw a fit.

But before I could stop myself

that brother of yours, what is his name?

Mmm.. Mak..

Maakha!

Yes Maakha!

He showed up.

And then what I did to him you must have seen for yourself.

So you... are Maula Jatt.

Now that you know who I am, do tell Jeeva and Noori...

That I will forget the murder of my parents

if they forget the slaughter of their men.

-I should chop you into little pieces right here

but I have no option but to let you live

for no one gets to take the life of Noori's enemies

but Noori himself.

Go back to your village and see for yourself

Noori’s response to your insolence.

If what you say is true then remember my words...

the heat of the fires I set ablaze will scorch you even in the hereafter.

God be my witness.

Mooda...

Isn’t it a bit late for you to think about going after Maula?

Truth is we should all have gone with him.

In fact, the whole village should have gone along.

I did not go because had Noori said anything insulting

I would have killed him on the spot.

You know

if Noori was to appear before him today

my friend, your underwear would stink for a whole month.

You say my underwear would stink for a month

Did you not see? Tell him

How I jumped into the pit of death to save Maula.

Right?-- -True.. it’s true.

-That night the whole village was struck by your bravery.

-That is true.

Come kid, tell them

That night you were twice as brave as Maula, Mooda!

Be happy for once now, you round-faced oaf.

Along with Maula you now have Mooda as well.

You are right, my friend you are right...

but in a village that rages with fires fueled by hate...

there are neither carnivals...

nor any festivity.

There you have funerals, only funerals.

Oh Gogi

my friend, please keep yourself out of harm’s way as well.

If you were to die, all of us together

would not be able to carry your weight to your grave.

Oh you rascal!

To hell with you!

Rascal! Shameless.

Idiot.

Forget him.

I’m out of here.

Is there a particular reason for these wonderful manners?

I wish to be destroyed.

What is the name of this hoodlum?

If I were to tell you my name...

every vein in your body would explode, my dear.

And if I were to get a hold of you...

I would rip you apart.

Either tell me your name or get out of here.

It will be better for you.

Leave him.

Oh, have no worries, my dear.

I will reveal my name, I will reveal everything, but only

to Maula Jatt

with his neck under my foot.

Oye!

Then start barking...

Maula Jatt is standing right before you.

Maula Jatt...

And you?

No, my dear no, no.

Such a prank will get you killed.

No mother deserves to mourn a child so young.

What you just said...

reminds me of a joke.

May I have your attention please?

Two

three

four

I said, two, three, four...

I say...

Your sister is a wh---

Father, let me go!

Cursed be those Natts who died at your hands.

Cursed be Maakha who fell at your hands.

-Oye... you thug!

-Don't hurt my son

Don't hurt my son.

How I wish...

that I was capable of mercy.

MAULA!

MAULA!

MAULA!

MAULA!

[Mooda] Whenever this anger flares up in your eyes

you become a man possessed and forget everyone.

You forget you have a brother, you forget you have a mother...

you even forget yourself.

My brother is dead, mother.

What makes you think...

I am your mother?

If I were your mother...

then today my Mooda...

would not be in this grave.

When I became a mother to you...

I forgot my own son...

but for my sake...

you could not forget...

the two graves of Kot Mithan.

-Mother, what are you saying? I am your--

Enough!

Now it seems to me...

that you came from Kot Mithan...

to curse us all.

You've cursed us all!

So go...

From this day on...

you are alone...

and I am alone.

Mother.

Did you not hear me?

You are alone...

and I am alone.

I am alone.

-After twenty five years

an enemy dared to challenge us.

Noori has put both the enemy and his enmity...

Noori has put both the enemy and his enmity...

into the grave!

Come, my son

Come place this Turban on your head...

and be forever proclaimed

the Sardar of the Natt Clan.

Just like without this Turban you remain my father...

In the same way, without this Turban

I am the Sardar.

-At least take part in this gathering

We are celebrating your victory all night, my son.

This Maula whose death you are celebrating...

killing such a weakling has made me lose respect for myself.

There is nothing here for me to celebrate.

He has a mind of his own, but he is our pride.

Let the festivities begin.

You must have figured out by now

that only the one heir of the forgotten graves of Kot Mithan...

Maula Jatt could cause such carnage.

Which Maula did Noori kill?

So you...

are the son of Sardar Jatt?

One strike from my Gandasa

and you shall bow down to me...

the son of the Jatt Sardar.

I swear to you...

on my name and my honour...

if you can even get close to Jeeva...

I shall not only bow to you...

but offer you my daughter's hand.

Keep dancing, oh Maakha's mistress.

The real celebration, begins now.

Stop my dear, please stop...

before you catch the evil eye.

Let us give a sacrifice in his honour and prepare a feast.

Never has a man come to our land and set it ablaze with such...

valour and grace.

If only we could have...

crossed paths yesterday...

then the only death would have been yours...

and your kinsmen would have been spared.

Jagoo

Call for all the Natt fighters.

Shut your mouth you old man!

For the very first time I face a worthy opponent.

Let us see if he will be the first to draw my blood.

Come now

Give your new friend

a nice warm hug.

You struck my enemy from behind

because you thought he could have defeated me?

Noori

I am your father.

Your father.

Noori don't.

I am your fa--

My father struck you from behind

By doing so, he has put me to such shame...

I don't know how to face you.

I beg you to forgive me, my friend.

You killed your father and so many others...

and now you’re a saint?

Before putting the knife to the sacrificial lamb

it is customary to feed it well...

and to care for it.

Eat, drink, and pray to The Lord

You grow so tall that your head touches the clouds.

I will savour every moment it takes to cut you bit by bit

till I reach the top.

Battles are not won with words.

You have to draw blood.

I will butcher you from your ankles to your throat so savagely

that on the way to your grave you will hear

only one cry from your mother...

"God have mercy"

"God have mercy"

-Make sure you bathe and stay clean, dear friend.

After I’m done killing you

how would it be possible to bathe all the tiny pieces I’ll leave you in.

It is enough of a victory for you, Jatt, that Noori accepts you...

as his adversary.

From this day on you are the new Sardar of the Natts.

This is a message to our father, Jeeva.

Who once considered a daughter a stain on his honour.

This new Sardar has the power to make any decision.

but your ruling, what ever it may be

must be upheld and obeyed.

Or else, I will cut off your turbaned head and place it on Jeeva’s grave.

[Chaudhry Afzal] Seeing Daro wear the turban of the Sardar

today, my son's severed head...

has returned to question me.

Jagoo

I await your response.

Do you now realize

to breathe in death's shadow is quite difficult.

The severed head of each prisoner within these walls

has always been mine to toy with.

Truth be told, Daro has grown up around severed heads.

I could cut off your head as well

but why would I do that...

when I could put a crown on it.

I shall spare your life

if you agree to what I propose.

-It appears that Noori has taken his own life...

how else could a rock like you turn soft so easily...

Many have tried to soften this stone...

No one has been able to call me down from the heavens...

until you came along.

I am not here looking for love...

I am only here for revenge...

Only revenge.

A will stronger than desire...

Ambition, greater than will...

A power that fuels ambition...

And a stubbornness above all.

If a man has all these gifts he becomes Maula Jatt.

And when these qualities appear in a woman

she becomes Daro.

Imagine...

What a child we would sire...

if we were to be together.

Definitely a bastard.

Believe me, he would be more venomous than a snake.

Not every heart bends to your will.

Put an end to this fantasy.

A woman of power like me, always gets what she wants.

So I shall ask you one last time Maula.

Either I place a crown on your head

or I take your head as a trophy for myself.

What will it be?

Yes?

Or no?

For someone whom I cannot bear to look at...

how can I make her my pride?

From her head to toe, Daro is untouched and has no equal.

You have not rejected me

You have sealed your fate.

Maula.

-There are not as many stars in the sky

as there will be Jatt heads laying on the ground.

Search every house for Maula before you set them ablaze.

or bring me the mother that raised him.

MAULA!

-You village dogs.

We will wipe you from existence.

There is no need for questions Maula.

Just know this...

Today the wronged take justice into their own hands.

Sharpen your blade as much as you can.

Noori has never been dealt a blow like this before.

Now his blood boils and his retaliation will be severe.

-Maula!

Murderer of my sister, show yourself.

And witness, how I fan the flames of vengeance.

Help!

Ali, is that you?

Where is your hero now?

The saviour of the weak.

Call him.

Call him!

And tell him that the fighting pit where he has been so victorious

today I shall make it his tomb.

Your hunger for this fight will end soon enough.

For I can already hear the thundering of Maula's horse.

You, who once turned your back on me

embrace me and ask me...

what all we have lost since we severed ties.

After Noori set the entire village ablaze I came to realise.

that to live with honour, every mother should have

a Maula to protect her.

a Maula to protect her.

Then follow me mother, and see

How this son of yours

ends this war.

You used to go into that arena...

and I...

and all your admirers...

would put money on you winning.

But today, on your victory...

I stake my honour...

and they stake their lives, Maula.

If you value my honour...

and their lives...

then cut Noori up into a thousand pieces.

Noori!

Tell me Maula...

Do you like how I have prepared our battleground?

This is not a battleground...

This is where the Natt name will be buried forever.

It’s been a pleasure...

my dear.

Oye Maula.

He’s a lion, that’s my lion.

Oye!

You managed to make it out alive but now you will surely die.

Today with your blood...

I shall write only one thing...

No mortal hand...

will savour the death of Maula.