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Oh, biryani!

Wonderful!

Come on, dad. Let's enjoy the biryani while it's hot.

Come on, dad. The biryani awaits you!

Actually, I'm not hungry.

Salma, I'm going to meet Ahmed.

Ashraf, listen...

Ashraf...

Will you have some, at least?

I'm not hungry.

♫ This moment is frozen in time between you and me. ♫

♫ You tell me how I can forget all the relationships. ♫

♫ Silent streets sing a song of solitude. ♫

♫ Take away my unspoken regrets. ♫

♫ Take away my unspoken regrets. ♫

♫ This loneliness is eating away at me. Oh, this loneliness... ♫

♫ This loneliness is eating away at me. Oh, this loneliness... ♫

♫ This loneliness is eating away at me. Oh, this loneliness... ♫

♫ This loneliness is eating away at me. ♫

♫ We both walked a lonely road. ♫

♫ Then came that magical moment. ♫

♫ How do I begin to describe the miracle of that moment? ♫

♫ The miracle of that moment... ♫

♫ This loneliness is eating away at me. Oh, this loneliness... ♫

♫ This loneliness is eating away at me. Oh, this loneliness... ♫

♫ A breeze of happiness entered my life. ♫

♫ Your arrival marked a new dawn for me. ♫

♫ Not even God could separate the two of us. ♫

♫ This loneliness is eating away at me. Oh, this loneliness... ♫

♫ This loneliness is eating away at me. Oh, this loneliness... ♫

Ashraf, I have decided.

You will give birth to our baby.

I'm quitting this profession.

Really?

Hello.

Greetings, Zaheer.

Warm greetings to you, Don Maqsood.

You have left me, but you still recognise me.

I'm glad to hear that.

What made you remember me?

I remember you every single day.

I thought that today, I'd talk to you.

About what?

Look, Zaheer.

We can't be friends, that's for sure.

But it's possible to curb our animosity.

Reason?

Business.

You're well aware, Zaheer,

that I always think about business.

Our animosity only hurts us

and helps the police.

That's the nature of our business, Don Maqsood.

That's the businessman's nature,

not that of the business.

And I will not let the flaws of our nature

cast shadows on our fortunes.

What do you want from me?

Come to Dubai.

Let's make peace.

We'll share the business among ourselves.

But... What about Nana?

I'll take care of him.

Just fix a date and let me know.

Okay.

Goodbye.

There's no need to go to Dubai.

I've given my word, Ashraf.

You have given me your word too!

Have you forgotten about it?

I remember it clearly.

But it's my responsibility to look after my men.

Zaheer,

what if someone betrays you there?

Why would anyone betray me

after I tell them that I don't want to stay in this business?

That I want to leave it for good!

I'm not convinced.

Ashraf, please try to understand.

If something should happen to my men even by accident,

I'll never be able to forgive myself.

Zaheer...

I must go to Dubai.

I knew that you guys would disapprove

of my decision.

It doesn't matter whether we approve or not.

You've already made your decision.

Iqbal!

Think about it with a cool head.

Rashid, please talk some sense into him.

Come on, we've known him for a long time.

Betrayal is in his blood.

His ears and his tongue

are both deceptive.

Yes.

And does Ashraf know about this?

I'm 100 percent sure that she would disapprove.

Zaheer, quitting the job is one thing.

But this idea of going to Dubai

doesn't sound right to me, Zaheer.

Rashid,

I can give up my life,

but I can't run away from my responsibilities.

Zaheer, please don't go to Dubai.

Everything will be okay.

No, Iqbal.

If things remain the way they are, nothing can ever be okay.

Every night, we'd be thanking God that we didn't get killed that day.

And then one day, we'll run out of luck,

and then it will be death and destruction all around.

Why don't you guys try to understand?

I can't continue living life on the edge! And I don't want you to do it either.

Well, I've made my decision.

Before I go, keep one thing in mind.

I want you all to go underground until I return from Dubai.

As soon as I return, I'll get in touch with you guys.

Goodbye.

Hey!

Is this what I'd asked you to prepare?

You f**ker, stop testing my patience! I'll shut your stall down!

Sir... Sir, it's okay.

- That f**ker... - It's okay. Let it go.

Sir, say what you want, but the fact that Zaheer Bhatkar got away

has really crushed you.

- Crushed me? - Yes.

My ass is on fire.

I was considering shooting that f**ker dead before he reached the court.

No, sir. We will kill him. We'll definitely shoot him dead.

Bhoir, this whole system is rotten.

That's the reason why we are forced to be corrupt.

- No... - Just say yes, man.

Let me console my heart a little.

It's okay. Who the hell is this now?

- It's Bhau and... - Bhau...

Hey, Bhau.

Why are you hanging out with this junkie?

He's pimping your wife to me, you f**ker.

Motherf**ker, who do you think you are?

- Take it easy, sir. - Relax, Tawde.

Relax.

Hey, Sawtya! Stay within your limits!

Hey, d**khead!

Bhau, throw these dogs their bone.

Motherf**ker!

You're alive only because I respect Nana!

Otherwise, I would have bumped you off right away!

Tawde, let it go. He's stoned.

Teach him how to behave!

- Here. - Keep it over there.

What's the job?

Nana will call you. Okay?

Sawtya, let's go.

No, sorry.

Sorry, but we don't publish paid news.

Okay.

Yes, I didn't insult you precisely because you're a legislator.

Thank you.

Nonsense!

Hello, sir.

Hi, Anjali.

Oh, yes. Your story...

Yes.

Sorry, Anjali, but we won't be able to publish this story.

Why, sir?

Because, Anjali, there's a huge difference between speculations and facts.

I absolutely agree, sir.

But my speculations are not baseless.

Today, several gangs of varying muscle are active in Bombay.

But the police are specifically giving free rein to one particular gang.

Please specify.

Okay... Okay. I'm talking about the Nana Mhatre Gang.

Sir, even little children know that this gang is controlled from Dubai.

They handle most of the narcotic activity in Bombay.

Zaheer Bhatkar is strongly opposed to the very same narcotics business.

He's doing half of the work that the police should be doing.

Anjali, don't present that bloody gangster as a hero.

Unfortunately, it's an open secret, sir.

There's a difference between open secrets and newspaper stories.

Anjali, please refer to your journalism syllabus once again.

Sir, outside of the world of universities and exam mark sheets,

the syllabus has zero value. Zero.

I think this is not the time and the place to discuss this.

- Sir, I... - In short,

get me the evidence that proves your point,

and I'll get you a story printed on the first page.

I really mean it.

Hello, Miss Bullet Train.

Have some coffee.

- Rishi. - Yes?

Please don't say anything. I'm in a very bad mood.

One cup of hot coffee will change your life's philosophy.

Wow! Incredible!

- Just shut up. Shut up, Rishi! - Okay. Okay. Okay.

Hey! Hello!

Did you forget? Today is a very important day.

What's the plan?

I'm not your girlfriend to spend every weekend with you.

Okay. Fine. Don't come.

But my plan has been decided.

I mean,

James has given me the new Michael Jackson collection.

So, a nice evening, MJ, chilled beer...

And... Me.

And, if you wish,

I can give you a gentle Thai massage,

absolutely free.

Free?

Your gentle Thai massages often lead to other things.

Then, go for it.

It's absolutely free.

Don't forget to get the condoms.

I don't want to be worried for a whole month.

I've made parathas for you. Please don't eat out.

Ashraf, am I going to school that you're giving me a lunchbox?

Don't refuse it, son.

You're lucky that you have a wife who loves you so much.

On the other hand, look at me!

He's talking as if I've never cooked for him.

You forgot this yet again.

You're there to remind me, right?

Tell me something.

What shall I get from Dubai for my queen?

Nothing.

Ask for something.

Okay.

Think of a good name for our baby.

Sure.

I'll go. It's getting late.

Bye, dad.

May God protect you. Take care.

Yes, dad.

Bye, mom.

God bless you.

- Goodbye. - Take care.

Please come back soon.

I accept, Zaheer.

I accept your deal.

Everyone works in their own area.

We don't touch each other's goods.

And we don't rat each other out.

Thank you.

I'm happy to hear about your decision to quit this business.

At least, one among us

will go out and lead a clean life.

If you need anything, let me know.

I can help you start a new business.

Don Maqsood, Nana Mhatre is after my life.

You killed his brother, didn't you?

I swear to God, I didn't want to kill him.

Okay. It's water under the bridge.

I'll take care of Nana.

But you must instruct your boys not to mess with Nana.

Nana won't harm them.

- Nana? - Room number 4.

Don't worry, Iqbal.

I'm sure Zaheer has a plan.

Yes, man!

- Motherf**ker! - Do not spare anyone!

Shoot all of them!

- F**k you! - Son of a b**ch! Motherf**ker!

Wait, you motherf**ker!

Motherf**ker!

Stop...

Motherf**ker!

Stop, you motherf**ker!

Motherf**ker!

Wait, you as***le! Wait...

Is Sulu Potya still the same?

Yes.

My offer is still open, Zaheer. Come back to the fold.

Remember how I tried to convince you even when you left the gang?

But you didn't listen.

Don Maqsood, that is all in the past now.

For now, I should go.

Zaheer,

are you insulting me?

If I send you back without feeding you, Ashraf will not spare me.

We're meeting after years.

Let's make this evening

memorable.

Nana... Hey!

Nana.

F**k! I was shit-scared for a moment!

Nana, good news!

I killed two of Zaheer's pawns!

Finished!

I'm sick of doing social service.

I heard that Zaheer is in Dubai...

So, you knew.

Forget about it, Nana.

Just give me the rest of the money. How long do I have to wait?

Tawde, I'll give you so much money

that you could literally bathe in it.

Just do one small job for me.

What?

I want Zaheer.

Thank you, Don Maqsood, but I...

I don't drink.

But today, you must.

Anyway, this is not booze. It's just champagne.

A toast to your new life.

Zaheer, Allah is really kind to you.

Otherwise, one doesn't get to exit this business this easily.

Nana, the big boss rules over Dubai! He must have knocked Zaheer off by now!

No. He hasn't yet.

I'm seasoned enough to know that, Tawde.

You talk to Don Maqsood.

You decide what to tell him and what not to tell him.

I want Zaheer,

and you want money.

Give me Zaheer and take my money.

- Hello. - Hello, boss. This is Tawde.

Boss, I want a small favour.

Tell me.

Actually, boss...

I've always been loyal to you, right?

So, I want to ask you for something.

Go on.

Boss, I want Zaheer in Mumbai.

As soon as he lands in Mumbai, I'll kill him on the spot. Really.

But I want him here, in Mumbai.

If Zaheer dies in Mumbai, it will be good for me.

And what's good for me is good for you, right?

Done.

Thank you, boss!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Don Maqsood.

It's getting late. I should get going.

Sultan, arrange a ride for him to the airport.

- Goodbye, Zaheer. - Goodbye.

If you want Zaheer Bhatkar alive, arrange for Rs 10 lakhs by tonight.

This is a huge scandal.

Ma'am, don't worry. Your husband will be fine.

Here. Have some milk. Have some milk, child.

They were both killed!

Who were killed?