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Office of Excise Department, Varanasi

Excise Department, Tender Allotment Year 1986, Varanasi, UP

Mr Tripurari,

all these contractors are Waseem's stooges.

There will surely be collusion.

We got the work done, right?

- We just have to file it. - Yes.

- Put it on my table. I'll look into it. - Alright.

- Hello, Mr Mishra. - Hello!

Some of you are new here.

But I am an old guard of this department,

and I am well aware of the customs here.

Right.

The Excise Department tender, like every time,

will be allotted to Waseem again.

There is no doubt or confusion regarding this matter, and there should never be.

- We know it, sir. - Okay.

Waseem Bhai has always lined our pockets,

and he won't disappoint us this time either.

- Fine? - Yes.

So, have you brought bags?

- Yes. - Yes, we have!

- Then get ready to fill them up! - Yes!

Well, Irshad Bhai is here.

Empty those sacks on the table.

Make sure they don't fall off.

- Mishra, count it. If it isn't enough... - Oh, come on, Irshad Bhai.

Have you ever disappointed us?

You've always given us a few extra bundles.

I'll go out and shoo those bidders away.

We have allotted the tender to the deserving bidder.

Come on, pick up the file.

- Come with me, quick. - Yes, sir.

- Give it to me. - So, Gupta...

- Haven't you brought a bag for this? - I have.

He is here, finally.

Please sit down.

All the contractors who have assembled here for the bidding,

may go home now.

The tender has been allotted.

The contract has been handed over to the one who deserved it.

It will be up for grabs again next year. Thanks for coming.

Officer...

Officer... Officer...

The bidding never took place, so...

I have been making rounds of your department for so many days,

but you allotted the tender behind closed doors.

- How is that fair, Officer? - Get out of my face!

Didn't I just tell everyone to come back next year?

But...

- Don't irritate me. Get lost. - But, sir...

Doesn't have any class and wants me to coddle his ass!

That rascal told me to get lost.

The fools wanted the contract.

- So you're back, Mishra. - Irshad Bhai...

- They have finished counting the notes. - Huh?

Is everything running smoothly?

- Yes, everything is taken care of. - Officer!

Hey, how dare you come in?

- I heard you've allotted the tender. - So what?

You didn't let the auction take place, nor did you decide the base price.

Do you know I have been trying to get this contract for many years?

If all you wanted was money, you could've just asked for it.

I would have bought you off for a bigger amount!

Listen here, a**hole.

Along with money,

you need balls to get the contract.

In the whole of eastern UP, there's only one man who has balls to pull this off,

and he is Waseem Bhai.

Why are you getting upset, mister?

All I asked him was the reason why I didn't get the contract.

Is he for real?

Do you even know who Waseem Bhai is?

And do you know who I am?

Oh, the boy's got a point.

Go ahead. I have never seen you here. Tell me who you are.

- Who are you? - Vijay Singh.

Kill that bastard.

Why are you pushing me, sir?

Move aside!

Damn you!

Officer...

- Let's allot the tender now. - Okay.

Henceforth, every contract of this office

will be allotted to Vijay Singh.

Sure... Sure.

Speak up!

Speak up, a**hole!

Bhai, I made a huge mistake.

Please don't kill me, Waseem Bhai!

Motherf**ker.

You sold your land to Sahib Singh.

- Go to him and beg for mercy! - Bhai...

Beat up this motherf**ker.

Bhai, please forgive me.

Bhai!

Waseem...

Vijay Singh bagged all the contracts of Banaras, Ballia, Mau and Allahabad.

I am sorry to let you down.

But you don't need to worry.

We will not let him begin work on his projects.

What did you just say?

I don't need to worry?

Huh?

Pujari.

Whatever happened is a humiliation for us.

Vijay Singh has got all the contracts for alcohol distilleries, and that means

we are weak!

The weak never make any money.

I am an elected member from the ruling party,

and you are the only one benefiting from it.

But if you can't take advantage of my position,

I will have to shift my attention elsewhere.

Let me get this straight, Pujari.

If you were incurring losses,

you wouldn't be here. Do you get it?

- Hey! - What?

Slit that motherf**ker's throat!

Scream! Louder!

Did you see his face?

Yes, I did see that rascal's face.

Bump him off.

What happened, Vijay?

Is everything alright?

Yes, of course. Go back to sleep.

"Please bless your Ram to dedicate himself"

"towards upholding the reputation of our Ikshvaku Dynasty."

"Ram..."

"Before I die, I just want to meet my son Ram once."

"Ram... Ram..."

"Ram..."

So far, no one in our family has ever managed to become

a government officer.

I want you to become a collector.

Father, I'll surely fulfil your dream.

And that's exactly what I expect from you.

Son, I'd have gone by foot. You might be running late.

I am not running late, father. I will drop you and leave.

- Alright. - Yes.

- Be careful. - Yes, father.

Why are these contractors and labourers standing here?

- I don't know, father. Let's ask them. - Let me get down.

- What's the matter? - Hello, Mr Singh.

We are all in big trouble.

Every week, a labourer loses his life in this mine.

Please help us out.

Whether we get injured or lose our lives while working,

Gulli Singh doesn't provide any sort of help.

Father, who is Gulli Singh?

Gulli Singh works for Waseem Khan.

Gulli uses Waseem Khan's clout to exploit the people here.

He is torturing these labourers.

- Come with me. - Let's go.

Father, why are you going to him?

- I'll talk to him. - I don't think that's a good idea.

- Because you said they are bad people. - Oh, they are goons!

Exactly. So, please don't go. Father, you...

Gulli, sir.

Why is Bihari Yadav's accountant, Virendra,

coming here with those labourers?

Let him come.

- What brings you here, Virendra Singh? - Gulli Singh!

You make these labourers work like animals.

Show some humanity and try to understand their problems.

Tell me about your problem. I don't need your sermon.

This mine of yours is illegal.

You must stop all the work immediately.

- Stop working? - Yes.

And the labourers who work for you,

and those who have died...

You must pay compensation to their families.

Oh, Virendra Singh... Yes.

This is an illegal mine.

A man has to die sooner or later.

One may die in a hospital, on a road or in our mine here.

No one is immortal, right?

They died here because that was God's will.

So, why the hell should I pay the compensation?

Listen, Mr Social Servant,

I had told you once, and I will repeat it again.

Stop trying to be a leader, or we'll shove your leadership up your a**.

- Hey, talk politely! - Mind your language!

- Leave me. - Let go off my son.

- Who is this lad? - He is the accountant's dear son.

Gulli Singh, talk to me.

Father, I am fine.

Break that motherf**ker's bones!

You moron, you think you are these f**kers' messiah!

They have a lot of respect for you, don't they?

- Alright. Let's settle this. - Take your hand off my father.

- I'll let your son leave... - Father...

Only if you wash my feet in front of these people!

- Gulli Singh, I won't spare you. - Do you get it?

Father...

- If you don't, I'll kill your son! - Please don't do that.

- Gulli Singh. - I'll do what you ask me to, Gulli Singh.

But, please, don't kill my son.

Leave him.

Father...

Hey, come here.

Yes, sir. Greetings.

Why the crowd? What's going on here?

Sir, Waseem's men, Gulli Singh and the lot have cornered Virendra...

Have they fired shots?

No, sir. We didn't hear anything like that.

Alright, you may go.

The police have arrived at the scene before the crime was committed.

Somebody, please do something!

Father...

Father!

Father, please don't do it.

Come on, get up.

You invited trouble for yourself and us.

You got carried away by what these bastards said.

Don't worry.

We will let your son go. Hey, leave him.

Leave him.

You don't have to thank me.

- You are like a brother to me. - Father...

- Father... - Let me give you a hug.

- Don't cry. Stop crying. Okay? - Father...

Father!

Hey, let me go!

Father...

Father...

Father...

Father...

Brother...

My brother...

My brother...

Every day, policemen come here on Pujari Singh's orders.

We lose all our profits bribing them.

So, are you trying to say that you won't be able to pay me?

No, I will be able to pay... But not the whole amount.

F**ker...

Your business is running only because you have Sahib Singh's blessing.

Otherwise, you would have been a petty thief all your life.

Now, stop bullshitting. Do you get it?

Get lost! Motherf**ker.

Hey...

I have finally found some peace.

You have challenged Pujari and Waseem's monopoly over the liquor outlets.

Today, I am really pleased because of you.

Sahib Singh, men don't please men.

I'd rather please only women.

There's a saying in English.

'More risk, more pain.'

'More pain, more gain.'

Let me explain.

My share in the liquor business will not be just one-fourth,

I'll control half of it.

Because there's a lot more risk involved.

And as I said, the bigger the risk, the bigger the share.

Give it a thought.

For now, I will take your leave.

- Vijay. - Yes.

Do you really think Sahib Singh will be okay with this deal?

Uncle, he has got no other option.

He needs our support to thwart Waseem.

Waseem is propped by Pujari Singh.

Pujari Singh's party is in power,

and Sahib Singh's party wants to wrest the power.

So, I felt this is the best time to put forward our condition.

As far as I know Sahib,

a cunning man like him would never let anyone

be an equal partner in his business.

But now, he has to.

What else can the f**ker do?

Vijay, you sister will leave for her marital home tomorrow.

You will come home, won't you?

Son, your mother would be happy to have you home.

A criminal can never be my son,

let alone Virendra Singh's.

In this world, there is no respect for a man

who bows down.

So, will you become a murderer and engage in illegal activities?

Vijay, you wanted revenge, and you settled it.

That's it. Close that chapter now.

Come back to me.

No, mother.

It's not over yet.

It's not over yet, mother!

Then leave this house.

- Get out of the house. - Sudha, please...

- Sudha... - Enough.

- Vijay... - Vijay! Sudha...

♪ O bride, don't be in a hurry to go to your in-laws'. ♪

♪ O bride, don't be in a hurry to go to your in-laws'. ♪

Listen, get some more sweets. Be quick.

Go quickly and get those.

Aunt, I have kept the packages of utensils.

- I have ordered one more package. - Alright. Keep me updated.

- How are you? - I am fine.

- Hello, brother-in-law. How are you? - I am fine.

I wanted to tell you that we can't let you take the bride home today.

How can you say that?

The priest said that we are past the auspicious time.

I checked the horoscope as well.

I didn't find any obstacle. The whole day is auspicious.

I agree. But the priest told me

that in the solar system, there's some change...

I mean, the movements of the sun and the moon

are not as they were supposed to be.

Chunnu, I hope you are kidding.

- Oh, Sudha... - You will let us live together...

- Only after 3 years. - Why is he saying that?

I will take her home today, come what may.

- Joking... - Son-in-law, he was kidding.

- Look at him... - It's an old habit of his.

- Chunnu, stop it. - Aunt...

- Go and mind your work. - The priest said...

Go and attend to our guests.

I am warning you, there is a problem.

Be careful.

- Come on, let's go. - Bilal...

- Take this route. - We will kill that motherf**ker today.

Come on.

- Listen. - Yes, sir.

Don't just focus on the cooking.

Keep an eye on everything happening around here.

Sir, don't worry about anything.

Everything is fine. There are no problems.

Father...

Vijay will come, won't he?

It's his sister's wedding.

He will surely be here.

But...

That...

Waseem's man had seen Vijay's face.

That day, at the Excise Department's office,

Vijay shouldn't have announced his arrival like that.

The threat has increased.

♪ You have rosy cheeks. You are wearing beautiful bangles. ♪

♪ O bride, don't be in a hurry to go to your in-laws'. ♪

Hifazat, be careful. I am sure he will be here today.

And what if we don't find him, Irshad?

If we don't find him, we kill the groom. His sister will be widowed! F**ker.

Be careful.

You look very beautiful.

I can't even imagine

how lonely I will feel without you in this house.

Mother...

I am missing Vijay, mother.

I should...

Go and take a look outside. We have a lot of guests.

♪ You have rosy cheeks. You are wearing beautiful bangles. ♪

♪ O bride, don't be in a hurry to go to your in-laws'. ♪

How will we identify him?

Irshad has seen him. When he fires, we will do the same.

What if we find Vijay?

A**hole, are you shitting in your pants?

We have come to kill him, moron! So, we will put a bullet in his head!

Motherf**ker!

Come on.

Mother, where is Vijay?

Dear, he will come...

- Can you see that f**ker? - No, Irshad.

- Damn! - I don't see him anywhere.

You are the only one who has seen his face.

Where is that f**ker hiding?

- Take a good look. - I don't care, let me just start firing!

Come on, come in. Take that corner!

- Get inside, everyone. - Oh, no!

Motherf**ker!

- Get inside. - Show yourself, motherf**ker! Fire again.

I will kill you, bastard.

Come on, come on.

Mother...

We will have our revenge.

They are going to raid Hifazat Ali's gun factory.

- Search the whole place. - Inspector, how dare you barge in?

- You have illegal weapons here. - We are Waseem Khan's men...