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You have to come whenever I call you. Don't act smart.

Am I acting smart? - Where are we going?

Where are we going, papa?

To visit your uncle. - We can buy really nice clothes there.

That's what everyone says.

You can get more fashionable clothes in Sarojini.

Stop! - Bus!

Hurry up, will you?

Come, dear. We get down at this stop. - Wait, auntie.

Where do you want to go?

Just drive, uncle. - We'll get down wherever we like.

Sit down.

So where are you getting off?

Same place these two will get off.

Or just her!

How dare you touch her!

Leave me. - Please.

Damn you... Let me go! - You...

Don't touch her. Let her go. - What are you doing?

Let go of me. - Move.

I'll kill you. - Damn you.

Sunny! - Shut your trap.

Get her off the bus!

Sunny! - Beat him up.

Priya, run. - Where are you going? Don't let him go.

Priya, run! Run!

Catch her! - No!

Catch her.

Catch her.

Stop! Stop!

Where did she come from?

Get out of the way, old hag! Are you deaf or something?

Are you crazy? Get lost.

Old hag, move!

Are you crazy? - Didn't you hear me?

August 1947.

The last Viceroy of India

Lord Mountbatten issued an order

which endowed the British officer, Sir Cyril Radcliffe

with a vital responsibility that demanded deftness.

Diving India into two parts.

So Sir Radcliffe

who had a little or no idea of India's geography

and who couldn't differentiate between North and South

decided to simply rely on the map of India.

He drew two lines.

One in Bengal and the other in Punjab.

Within four weeks...

Within just four weeks

on the basis of his amateurish knowledge,

divided the country into two parts.

India and Pakistan.

Everything was divided.

Farms, fields, lanes, villages, cities, rivers.

The Jhelum, the Himalayas, Kutch, Thar,

animals, men, women, children, old. Everyone.

Everyone and everything was divided.

Sir Radcliffe's two imaginary lines

divided the heart and soul of 14 million people.

Millions became homeless.

Thousands of innocents died.

And the coming generations

were uprooted by the Radcliff Line.

It's the story of a house

through which ran the partition line

severing its very head,

but failed to divide it.

From the Bundelas and Harbolas

we heard her glorious tales.

One who fought bravely, that was the Queen of Jhansi.

Did you understand anything, Laadli?

After the king's demise,

the Queen did not hide behind her veil and shed tears.

Despite all the deceit and treachery by the men of her court,

the Queen stood her ground.

She did not deter.

Well, she already knew how to ride a horse, wield a sword.

But when things got out of control

she was determined to raise her own army.

With the flag soaring high, and brave-heartedly

she challenged the enemy head on.

She took on her enemies... - Now that's a staunch woman.

Along the way, she created a new history. Lakshmibai.

Who, in order to save her kingdom of Jhansi

made the British for their lives.

With a sword in one hand

and her son tied to her back... - Did Queen Lakshmibai have a son too?

Yes, it wasn't her own blood.

Maybe he was adopted.

Then whose daughter am I?

This wretch has no dearth of questions.

Laali! - I won't tell you any stories.

Go and study... - Laali.

I won't tell you anything. - This girl...

Laadli. - Chatterbox.

Will you take a bath or should I throw you into the well?

Begum Jaan wants to see you, auntie.

Sure. If Begum Jaan's calling me, then I must go.

Go away!

What's wrong, you slut? Are you nuts?

You old pervert!

I've warned you so many times not to touch my breasts!

Don't you get it?

Get lost from here!

If I see you here again,

I'll slice it into little pieces.

Shut up. - Get lost!

Gulabo. - Crazy bitch.

You're making quite a racket early in the morning.

Just get on with it. Begum Jaan wants to see you.

Begum Jaan, she was raped in the past riots.

Some boys dumped her at the camp in a pitiful state.

Her father refused to take her in and left her here.

Father, brother, son, husband.

On the other side of Begum Jaan's threshold,

every man is a motherfucker.

But on this side, every man is a goose.

A goose with three legs.

I am sure, your father must have given you a name.

Fine. I'll give you one then.

Her cheeks are still red like apples.

I guess she's from Kashmir. - Yes.

Well then, your name is Shabnam.

Pet name. Shabbo.

Will you remember?

Auntie, take her in.

Bathe her, clean her, feed her.

Sujeet. - Yes, ma'am.

Get some clothes for her from the market.

Rubina.

Yes. - Come on.

Jamila, Lata.

Three of you should take care of her. - Come, dear.

Teach her.

Salim, if anyone ever comes looking for her

any relative or someone from the police station,

just tell them that Begum Jaan has given her refuge.

Search over.

Okay.

Wait! Come here!

Harder, Rubina.

My child, it's paining a lot, isn't it?

You're in a shock.

They were really cruel, weren't they?

They did a terrible thing.

Even your father disowned you.

Finally, it's all out.

Otherwise, your pain would've never healed.

Life will be easier now.

"I fell so deeply in love with you."

"The old memories were refreshed again."

"What has happened?"

"When did I hold my breath"

"and when did I let go?"

"Every pain was conveyed."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

"The beautiful Awadh evenings reflects in my eyes."

"My lips are red as the morning of Benares."

"The waters of the Jhelum trickle down my hair."

"I've been wandering from one shore to another"

"that I've lost my own abode."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

"Watching you from shadows is painful."

"Don't wish to die in shadows, away from you."

"You sneak up to my doorstep."

"My heart bleeds and my heartbeat full of desolation."

"My heart bleeds and my heartbeat full of desolation."

"I dabbed soothing turmeric on your wounds"

"and opened up my wounds along the way."

"What has happened?"

"I feel deeply in love with you."

"The old memories were refreshed again."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

Sir, we went to Sakkargarh Police Station.

But they said it's outside their jurisdiction.

So they can't do anything.

Please... - What can I do?

It doesn't come under our jurisdiction either.

It's outside the city limits.

The boys are growing up, sir.

It's getting harder to keep them under restraints.

You see, even my daughter is growing up.

Just last month, she completed 10 years. - Yes.

Right. - But I know

the responsibility of a father.

So I keep her away from this filth.

But sir, that's not the real problem.

Those prostitutes! They roam around freely.

It's difficult to even pass through that route now.

They drink, they smoke.

They hurl abuses at anyone. - What did you think?

Prostitutes are religious people.

That's not what I meant, sir.

But you know

they are spreading diseases. - Tell me one thing.

Where were you last Saturday at around 9:30 pm?

Well, I...

I...

Once a guy said to Mullah Naseeruddin:

"My son eats a lot of sugar. What should we do?"

The Mullah replied: "Come back after a week."

"First, I must stop eating sugar."

What? What are you trying to say, sir?

I don't... - First, you must stop eating sugar

and then stop your sons. Huh!

If any rascal lays a finger on these innocent people

then Salim Mirza will turn this place into their graves.

Bloody animals! You call yourselves Muslims!

I have no words to describe, dear. The battle was so fierce.

But Salim Mirza refused to budge.

Mirza didn't rest until all the protestors were subdued

and the Hindus were safely transported to the camps.

But...

Dear! There is a camp of lice in your hair.

And what did he get in return?

Torn shoes! Humiliation!

The rascal was also fired from the police department.

Since then Salim's been living here.

Auntie, is killing Hindus same as killing Muslims?

So the question is

is it going to happen or not?

You've lost your mind.

The question is when?

It's just a rumor.

They will erect few poles

and then put up a boundary.

Then they will take the weekend off.

Everything will be back to normal after that.

I am telling you, Panditji will never let this happen.

Panditji. Panditji. Panditji.

Is he handling the entire politics of the country?

There's Jinnah, Mr. Singh, Sardar.

Gandhiji too.

There's you, me, this Baliya.

Together...

We won't let anything happen.

Understand?

The British took advantage of our naiveté.

200 years.

Long years ago, we made a tryst with destiny.

What is he saying? - And now...

that time comes when we shall redeem our pledge.

What's he saying? - Not wholly...

or in full measure, but very substantially.

At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps,

I don't know.

India will awake to life and freedom.

Freedom!

Freedom! Congratulations!

What's the matter?

Freedom!

We're free. We're free.

Freedom!

Stay back. Stay back.

Auntie, please keep an eye on her.

She has got sparkler in her hand.

Careful, auntie.

Laadli, move.

It looks so nice, isn't it?

Everyone will get it. Here.

Careful. Laadli...

For Laadli.

Come on, teacher.

She hasn't even finished reading the last book you gave her.

What was it?

Veer... - Veerangana.

Yes, Veerangana.

And then these sweets, firecrackers.

Why do you spend so much, teacher?

We have a separate fund for social work.

You really think I can afford all this with my tuition fee.

I thought your pocket is like your heart.

Big.

Begum Jaan, our country has achieved independence today.

Won't you celebrate?

Independence is only for men.

Women don't even have the freedom to abuse.

How can we hurl abuses at our mother and sisters?

You've very naïve, teacher.

Should a prostitute celebrate on a day when she has a customer

or on the day she doesn't have even one?

So you're not happy with the independence.

Independence is just nonsense.

Holidays are very bad for business.

We didn't have a single customer since morning.

Respected and rich people spend this day with their family.

Why will they show up at the brothel?

And even if someone shows up

it's one of those drunk labors. Those who puke on the bed.

And let's not even count those freaking cops.

They are just... - You don't get it, Begum Jaan.

We've achieved freedom

after 200 years of slavery to the British.

For a prostitute, all days are same, teacher.

Once the lights are off, men are just men.

Hindu, Muslim, Brahmin, untouchables.

They all are same when lights are off.

This brothel

is like a nation.

And freedom...

You wretch, stay away from the firecracker!

Careful, dear.

If you burn your face

you'll be wandering around like a bitch!

No one will buy you, nor will I let you stay here.

I will kick you out! - Listen...

Oh come on. They are celebrating independence today.

Please don't interfere. You've spoilt them!

Hey.

She's so short-tempered.

Bloody... - Why?

There are no short-tempered Gujaratis?

Begum Jaan, let's not be indifferent here.

We're all the same here.

We're all whores.

Shut up! - Rubina, take care of these girls.

Damn them... I'll teach them a lesson.

Teacher, you better leave now

and don't bring any more gifts.

You see, Begun Jaan never takes any favors.

She always repays her debts. If we're short of money

we'll offer you one of the girls... - Stop blurting nonsense.

I come here for the country...

What about sisters and mothers of our glorious nation?

Hindu, Muslim, foreigners. Whoever they are.

It will always be a man's thing.

So what do we care... - It's your country, too.

Fine, then go ahead.

Ask any man out of the millions of citizens

to marry one of the women and take her away.

Tell me.

I was just... - Don't do it, teacher.

Don't make tall claims.

Give it to me.

Give it to me...

Begum Jaan says that not only our bodies

even our hearts have a price.

Teacher.

A little more than these sweetmeats and firecrackers.

Perhaps, I'll adjust for your sake.

Only for heart.

Begum Jaan is right. Everything has a price.

Body, soul and land.

Panditji, Sardar sir, Balwant Singh, Jinnah

Liaqat Khan. Everyone gave their approval.

Who cares whether they approve of it or not.

This country is ours. - Was!

Now they will draw a line across Punjab.

This side will be India and on that side will be Pakistan.

And a line is drawn by the foreigners in the middle.

Radcliffe.

The Radcliffe line.

"My beloved..."

"I'm leaving them..."

The boundary line follows the western boundary of Pathankot district

to the point where Pathankot, Sakkargarh

and Gurdaspur districts meet.

Then it follows the boundary between Sakkargarh

and Gurdaspur districts, between Batla and the Roval districts

between Ansnala and Sardara districts.

To the point on the river Ravi,

where the districts of Lahore and Amritsar meet.

Sir, Mr. Ilias is here.

"My beloved..."

Here I am.

Why?

Did I say something wrong?

How is your mom?

Is Kusum all right?

Yes, she is.

She barely escaped getting raped.

I don't know whether mother got raped or not.

She doesn't say anything. Just keeps crying.

Sit.

How is your wife?

She was stripped.

They killed her.

Then burned her.

I didn't know.

I mean... I am really very sorry.

What if you had known?

What if you had been around?

It happened right before my eyes.

Everything.

That night, when they... - Betel leaf.

Do you still chew betel leaf?

I stopped that long ago.

And you... do you still eat beef?

We would specially prepare it for you.

Kebabs, beef.

You hated colors.

We would celebrate 'Holi'. - Ilias.

There's no point in remembering... - Yes, we're enemies, after all.

We hate each other.

Don't worry.

No one will know that we're childhood friends.

Okay?

Yes.

We represent the Indian National Congress and Muslim League.

We're here on official business.

Our job is done once we divide this nation.

We might never meet again.

It'll be easier if we hate each other.

Well, the inspectors of Dorangla and Sakkargarh have arrived.

We have to go on an inspection.

Let's not delay anymore.

It's already too late, Ilias.

It's too late.

No, I want my mom to put the ointment on.

No, I want my mom to do it. - Laadli.

Your mother is busy. - No.

No, I want my mom to apply the ointment. - Laadli.

Mom, please apply the ointment. - Chhutki.

My eyes hurt.

I've been telling you since morning

to let auntie apply the medicine. Don't you get it?

Jamila, don't shout at her.

I'll drown you straight in the Ganges.

Dear, show me, where it hurts?

I'll give you some medicine.

Only mom will apply the ointment. - Don't cry.

Stop crying, sweetheart. - Ask mom to apply the ointment.

Let's dance 'garba'.

Come on. - I don't want to.

Let's dance 'garba' and let's play.

Dear, listen to me. - Don't cry.

I will tell you a story. - Let's play with your dolls.

A man comes here leaving his family problems behind.

But it's the same mess all over again.

Return my money.

Can't you wait for a minute?

You're in heat, aren't you?

Can't you see that mother-daughter are having a conversation?

Hold your horses for a second. - It's all right, go ahead and talk.

Patience is sweetly rewarded.

Be patient. - Listen, sweetheart, no need to wait.

Come over to me. - Dear me.

Sweetheart.

Stay in your limits and let me do my job.

Go handle your own clients. - Get lost...

Lata, shut up! - Knock some sense into her.

You can leave if you like, but you won't get a penny back.

What's this? I didn't even touch her.

You didn't even touch her?

What do you think of yourself?

Hey!

What's going on here?

Why in the world are you making such a racket?

We have official visitors from Lahore.

Amba, Maina, Lata.

Just check what they want. - Come.

And Gulabo must be done by now.

If she isn't, tell her to wrap up immediately.

We need the rooms.

Rubina. - Yes.

Ask Sujeet to go play with Laadli. - Yes.

Aunty, go inside. Go. - Come.

Why can't I stay with my mother? - Because she's going with someone else.

Why do you ask so many questions?

Laadli, listen.

This uncle here has some important business with your mother

and I promised him he wouldn't be disturbed.

If you insist staying with your mother

then I'll be branded as a liar.

Do you want people to call Begum Jaan a liar?

You don't. Bravo. - Come on.

Rubina! Call Sujeet. - Come on.

So which side are we on? - India.

According to the Radcliffe Line

the border will be erected between Dorangla and Sakkargarh

and we'll install a barbwire fence along the same line.

Draw lines and install the barb wire fence.

And there you have it, the India and Pakistan border.

Is it that easy?

Won't there be riots like in Delhi, Amritsar, Lahore?

Why? Are the people who live here of a different kind?

There will be riots, just like on the other side.

But the Muslim League will not claim responsibility for it.

People on both sides must be properly warned.

If they want to cross the border, they must do it now.

After that they will massacre the minorities.

When the time comes maybe we'll do the same thing, Ilias.

Like animals.

Is this a wolf?

Tiger. - He is crazy.

Monkey.

Yes, monkey. - What are you scratching?

Jump!

He looks just like a monkey. - Now elephant.

Nice.

Nice.

That's an Elephant!

Now recognize this.

From the Bundelas and Harbolas we heard her tales of glory.

One who fought bravely, that was the Queen of Jhansi.

Let it be, auntie.

God knows what you teach her and what she understands.

She ruins my sleep by asking questions all night.

Whoa!

How was it?

Laadli, now try this. - Who is it?

Laadli, my sweetheart, my child.

The teacher's here, with your books.

Where is he?

Begum Jaan, the teacher. - Teacher.

Send him in.

I'll call him.

Uncle Salim, you look so small!

Salim.

Hey, enough of your stories.

Get back to work everyone.

Begum Jaan isn't doing charity here.

Go on.

And Rubina, call Sujeet.

You two take the day off today. - Begum!

Go out.

You want the day off, scumbag!

I'll show you.

Catch him. - Save me!

I was just kidding.

Catch him.

According to Mr. Radcliffe

the border will pass through here.

Across the jungle, and alongside that lake.

On this side will be India, and it's last station Dorangla.

And on the other side will be Sakkargarh

Pakistan's first Police station.

We'll have a border checkpoint between them.

What is this? - Did you...

Mr. Srivastav, did you see that?

Shyam, what is that? - Yes.

Generally you find them on the outskirts of the city.

Away from homes and neighborhoods.

Is it a mosque? - No, no, sir.

It's Begum Jaan's brothel.

Brothel.

Mr. Akhtar, we must raze it.

Because the Radcliffe Line will pass right through that.

Exactly in the middle.

Ilias, the border checkpoint will be built upon the exact same location.

Right? - Yes.

So on the one side

there will be India and Pakistan on the other.

Are the British making borders or fooling around?

No, I mean...

They must have thought this through.

Sir, can't we shift the line a bit?

Mister, a nation is getting divided, people are dying

and you want to know whether the line could be shifted or not?

The decision's been taken, the map's been created.

Nothing can be shifted now.

Careful.

And what's the matter?

I can sense that you're more scared of this brothel than the border.

What is the matter?

You see... - Let me tell you.

Begum Jaan, the owner of that brothel.

Actually, she's a serpent.

She's a powerful woman with friends in high places.

From landlords to British,

she has everyone in the palm of her hand.

What's more, even the King is her benefactor.

That's why, she isn't scared of the law.

That's obvious.

Where is she from? This Begum Jaan?

No one knows her real name.

But they say that she's from around here.

She went to Benares after marriage.

She became a widow at a very young age.

Someone sold her to a brothel.

She stayed there for few days and then fled to Lucknow.

She became a courtesan.

She earned a lot of fame.

She just returned a couple of years ago

and built this brothel between these two towns.

She had the king's support, so she faced no difficulties.

Singing, dancing, feasts.

That place is full of fun and frolic.

"Every girl in Brij celebrates 'Holi'."

"Every girl in Brij celebrates 'Holi'."

"From their body and from the heart."

"They've drenched themselves in colors with Kanha."

"Every girl in Brij celebrates 'Holi'."

"Every girl in Brij celebrates 'Holi'."

"Peacock feathers in the air."

"The sound of the flute's resonating."

"The pots break, the milkmaids are decked up"

"Every lane in Vrindavan"

"is soaked in the colors of Kanha."

"is soaked in the colors of Kanha."

"Every girl in Brij celebrates 'Holi'."

"Every girl in Brij."

"Every girl in Brij celebrates 'Holi'."

"The clouds are thundering"

"and the body sways to its tune."

"We're so fortunate"

"our courtyard's filled with all the colors."

"Our courtyard's filled with all the colors."

"Free wandering soul"

"high on cannabis."

"Lord Shankar's on our threshold."

"What has happened?"

"Every color has turned in to the color of love."

"The season can't differentiate."

"The season can't differentiate."

"When your body touched mine, my world lit up"

"when you colored me."

"Every girl in Brij celebrates 'Holi'."

"From their body and from the heart."

"They've drenched themselves in colors with Kanha."

"Every girl in Brij celebrates 'Holi'."

After her husband's demise

things started getting ugly for Meera.

She was an ardent devotee of Lord Krishna.

But she faced

increasing atrocities from King Bhoj's brother, Vikramaditya.

For his greed of the throne, Vikramaditya played a ruse

and laced the sweetmeats with poison.

Meera ate it, but no harm came to her.

Vikramaditya was shocked and surprised.

How is this possible?

It was Lord Krishna who turned the poison into nectar.

Then, he came up with another ruse.

He put nails on Meera's bed.

But Meera wasn't scared.

She sang the praises of Lord Krishna.

They say Lord Krishna foiled this ruse as well

and He turned all the nails into rose petals.

Meera forsook all earthly ties

and devoted herself to Lord Krishna.

Who do we worship, auntie?

Who is our God?

"I was talking to the peacock and that's what she said."

The king brought this doll for me.

Show me that doll. - No. I won't.

I have a severe stomachache... - Begum.

I said I have a stomachache.

Why? Can't I be sick?

If you get too rough, it may just all come out.

Begum Jaan, Gulabo's making excuses.

Gulabo, hurry up.

Gulabo, hurry up.

Don't be stubborn, Gulabo. Go inside.

Begum Jaan, let me go. - Shut up.

"Let me go." Bitch.

Didn't you hear what I said?

I've already accepted token, now go inside.

I really have a bad case of loose motions, believe me.

Even my hands and legs are paining, and I think I have fever too.

Don't give me excuses during business hours, Gulabo.

I know why you fall sick every Friday.

Because the teacher visits us.

If you want to fall in love, then go someplace else.

Understood?

Why?

You want to enjoy with the teacher alone.

Begum Jaan, if you're free

we have some government officers, with a legal notice.

Greetings, Begum Jaan. All fine?

Salim. - Yes, Begum Jaan.

Take the dogs outside

and see that they don't cross the threshold.

Okay, Begum Jaan.

So what were you saying?

Because if you've come here to enjoy for free

then, I am sure you remember my answer.

Begum Jaan, you're embarrassing me.

Actually, I'm here for a different reason.

Why? Not in the mood today, Mr. Shyam?

Have you found another scapegoat?

Have some shame, Begum Jaan.

These are top officials from India and Pakistan

and they have legal orders for you.

Dear me! Again.

Look, sir, we can't go to the camp for medical checkups.

I know syphilis, etcetera, can be bothersome

even if you don't have it.

And these bloody foreigners enjoy for free.

Forget about paying the price... - We're not here for that.

We have eviction notice. - Huh?

What notice?

Eviction?

You must vacate this brothel, Begum Jaan.

The India-Pakistan border

will run right through this brothel. Right in the middle.

We'll build a checkpoint here.

India-and-Pakistan.

India-and-Pakistan.

Maina. Hey, Maina. Quickly open the door.

Maina.

What?

They say we'll be thrown out of here.

Have you lost your mind? How can they throw us out?

Come with me...

You have to hurry. - Hail Lord Krishna...

I'll teach them a lesson. - Amba, what are you doing?

How dare they throw us out!

Here. Hide it. - Amba.

Hide it. - What are you saying?

Damn! I have to see it. - Where are you going?

My dagger... Wait.

Come on.

Where will we go?

My home's right here.

Won't you settle down?

Somewhere, away from this filth.

You're so stupid.

This is my home.

I don't like all this.

What?

A new man enters your room every night.

Entire night... - Sure.

You bring customers for me, don't you?

Yes, I know.

I can't help it.

I owe Begum Jaan a big amount.

She's done so much for me.

So even I have a responsibility...

So what if I am a pimp? Can't I love someone?

What?

What did you just say?

What can't you do? - Love.

What's so funny?

Okay, okay.

Say it in English.

It's not important.

Say it, please, say it.

I... love you!

Wow!

I love you!

Dear me!

Listen, Sujeet.

Don't cry like a woman.

Get away, you whore!

I can't bear the fact that any scumbag can touch you!

Someday, I'll cut them to pieces!

What... What happened?

What's this?

My breasts.

Mothers use them to suckle their baby.

Nothing more than a piece of flesh.

What's this?

Ask me.

It's just like any other part of the body.

Just flesh. Nothing more.

Auntie says...

Like it says in the 'Gita'.

Like old clothes.

We change it every day.

It's nothing.

I am Rubi.

Sujeet's Rubi.

Rubina doesn't exist anymore.

She is right here.

Silly boy.

This is an official notice.

One from Delhi and the other from Karachi.

Boundary Commission Act is the new law

under which it's been decided to chalk out an international border

between India and Pakistan.

Do you know what a border means?

A perimeter.

We'll erect a barbwire between both the nations...

Unfortunately Begum Jaan, Sir Radcliffe's line, this barbwire

will be erected right through your brothel.

Now, do you understand... - Hold on a moment.

Let me first understand this stupid concept of the barb wire.

So, across the courtyard,

where Rubina, Rani, Laadli are standing

will be India?

And on this side, where Amba, Maina are standing

will be Pakistan?

Yes.

Yes? - Yes.

Read it for yourself.

Can you read?

Senile old men!

He makes no sense.

What happened? - I don't know what's wrong.

What's going on?

What is so funny?

Sir, your Mr. Radcliffe turned out to be a butcher.

And an amateur at that.

If he wanted to divide the country he should've been gentle and surgical.

In fact, Rahim can gut the goat better than that.

Isn't that right?

Ribs.

Thighs.

Kidneys. Liver.

Slicing in the middle... - Begum Jaan.

I think you're not aware of the seriousness of this situation.

So let me explain you again.

From next month, we'll start laying barbed wires

on the Indian-Pakistan border.

The Hindus and Muslims of the cities adjoining this line,

which is Dorangla and Sakkargarh

will be advised to cross the border.

Because the recent gruesome incidence are an ample proof

that Hindus in Pakistan and Muslims in India are not safe.

And exactly at this point, where we're standing,

we'll be building a border checkpoint

where the men, goods, and cattle will cross the border.

There can be riots between Hindus and Muslims as well.

So we advise you... - Hey, did you pay the price?

Yes. - Money?

Yes, I paid you in full.

Why? Did you ask about the girl's caste, her religion?

Is she Hindu or Muslim?

What do you mean?

I mean, what has religion got to do... - And you, Mr. half-naked

What is your caste?

Caste? Well, I am a Brahmin.

You were in a bed with a girl. Do you know her caste?

Won't it defile your sensibilities?

No, I mean... - You know what, mister?

I mean, officers.

We didn't ask them any questions either.

Caste, creed, religion.

They just chose a girl, fixed a price and we welcomed them.

Did you get it?

There's nothing to understand.

Every brothel... - Mister.

Call this brothel or a whorehouse.

This is my home, my country.

There are no Hindus or Muslims, high or low caste.

It's our body, our will

and our law goes around here.

I still don't understand which India and Pakistan you two are talking about.

That teacher keeps telling me

about the Congress, Muslim League, Nehru, Jinnah.

Delhi, Karachi, Partition etcetera.

But this is just nonsense for us.

Utter nonsense.

Because we don't care about

what decisions those rascals are taking in Delhi.

This is our bread, this is our butter.

It's our home and our brothel.

Before anyone can throw us out of here

we'd rather tear him from limb to limb...

What do you guys say?

We'll partition his body.

You wretch.

Don't you dare!

I will kill you.

Get your hands off! - Keep it down.

How dare you scare us!

Run away.

Salim!

Guests!

We were as polite as we could be.

Come on.

Goodbye, Begum Jaan.

You have a month's time.

Only one month. Get it?

We certainly know a thing or two about periods and months.

They leaves me bloodied every single time.

Ilias.

Get lost! - Move it.

Run away. - Get lost.

Get lost!

The brave woman, whose story I am going to tell you today,

her name was Razia Sultana.

Pay attention and sit properly.

At a very young age, Razia knew

that she had to take care of the kingdom when she grows up.

The throne was her greatest strength

and her greatest foe.

Because her own people didn't want

Razia to ascend the throne.

But Razia was determined

to do everything on her own strength, her will.

Amongst all the emperors, she was the only empress.

Razia Sultana.

She raised her own army.

Carved a niche for herself in history.

You must make yourself proud when you grow up.

How dare those scoundrels!

They come and tell me, Begum Jaan that I'll have to evict my brothel!

How dare they!

Calm down, Begum Jaan. It's not their fault.

The order's come from above.

I don't care where it came from.

How dare they stand in my brothel

and give me a month's notice!

Teacher, you've connections in the political party.

I want those two transferred in a month's time.

I'll give you anything you want.

If the demand is for girls, then I'll arrange for that.

Otherwise, I'll go myself...

Begum Jaan, not every problem has the same solution.

You shouldn't be angry with them. One of them is from a different party.

Assholes! All of them!

I'll talk to the party high command.

We can at least try to get a stay order

and then we can look for a different place.

It's quite late. You must be hungry.

How about you eat something first?

I'll take your leave now.

I'll speak to the party high command tomorrow.

At least, have dinner, teacher.

I am not hungry.

Don't you have a stomachache tonight?

Standing there with a sad face. Go, get my hookah.

I'll speak to the teacher about you.

Did she have to fall in love now?

Get out!

Get out!

Get it?

Don't ever come back!

What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?

Begum Jaan, did you see a nightmare?

Why were you scared? What happened?

We must send a message. - To whom, dear?

To His Highness. - His highness?

Begum Jaan?

Salim!

Half the expenses for the wood will be borne by Delhi.

Give this over there.

8 million.

In Punjab alone.

According to official statistics.

Better remember these three words.

8 million homeless.

We must tell the people why this is happening.

Tell them about the millions of homeless,

tell them about the dead bodies.

Tell them about the bloodshed, and everything.

Else no one will leave their homes.

Of course, they will.

The bloodshed in Amritsar, Allahabad, Ahmedabad, Bombay.

All the things our boys have done there

when the Moslems in Dorangala find out...

Sorry. Just...

Sorry. - Moslems!

Muzzies! Mullah!

Very good.

Even we have a number of tales, Hari Prasad.

But that night, when they were taking off their clothes

I didn't see your face in them.

And I still don't. - Then do it, Ilias!

Do it. It's important.

You must harbor hatred, you must harbor differences.

Otherwise, you will never be able to do this job.

Or live. - Fine.

Let's talk then.

If people cross the border, then that's fine...

People will have to move.

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"Your roofs, your lands."

"Your daggers and your borders."

"Just tell me, where is my home?"

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"I left my veil hanging on the rope."

"I left my shirt hanging on the hangar."

"Where did I leave my honor?"

"I left Allah in the dome"

"and the Lord in the differences."

"Where did I leave Rama?"

"Where are the people who matter?"

"Where are the angels?"

"Tell me, where is that paradise?"

"Find me that paradise, where is it?"

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"Your knock, your fists."

"You can keep your soil."

"Tell me, where is my home?"

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

So just imagine, Your Highness.

He threatened me on my turf.

And threatening me means

threatening His Highness' servant.

What is his name?

Someone called Srivastav and Ilias, Your Highness.

And the inspectors of Dorangla and Sakkargarh

also treat us quite unfairly.

They are just mice.

To bell the cat, I must go to Delhi.

After all, they are government officials.

I'll go this month.

Don't worry, Begum Jaan.

No one will bother you.

Thank you, Your Highness.

But please,

Your Highness, don't get into a fit of rage and kill them.

Their dismissal is enough.

Your Highness.

You brought so many gifts for everyone again.

You've really pampered these girls.

Well, the brothel stays closed for a couple of days because of me.

After all, it's my responsibility... - Dear me.

What are you saying, Your Highness?

This brothel is all yours and so are the girls.

Even I...

So who should I present today?

Gulabo?

Or would you prefer Rubina or Lata?

I've heard that there's a new girl staying with you.

But I didn't see her with the others.

You've hidden her from us.

No...

Maybe Shabnam was playing outside.

She's been through a terrible ordeal, Your Highness.

And so...

I mean, she's still not been trained...

You stay safe here because of me.

No one bothers you, because I've taken your responsibility.

And foreigners and governors, who spend their nights here

don't do it for free.

In fact, even your taxes are paid from the royal treasury.

Huh?

And in return, I expect only a little something.

I hope you remember.

Sure, Your Highness.

Whenever you get a new girl, the first right to break her in

Belongs to you. - No. To the king.

Whether she's a virgin or experienced.

Get her ready. I'll be leaving early in the morning.

Yes, Your Highness.

And yes, Begum Jaan,

my gramophone stopped working

so I couldn't bring it along.

And you know that

I can't do anything

until there's no music.

Your Highness, you're our benefactor.

But I beg you, I cannot do this any longer...

Don't delay.

Otherwise, it'll delay my trip to Delhi.

"O bearer, slow the palanquin"

"and wait for a minute."

"Let me hug them tightly"

"and bless them from the bottom of my heart."

"Your 'bindi' shimmers, bangles clinker"

"and you're glowing in the veil."

"May the kohl, the flowers are lovely"

"and your courtyard's covered in your fragrance."

"May your heart sway, when your beloved kisses you"

"and your body and heart are thrilled."

"May you be unharmed, untainted"

"and every inch of your body glows."

"O bearer, slow the palanquin"

"I've laid the stars on your pillow"

"while the moon sings for you."

"The beautiful night queen"

"sings lullabies at your window."

"Sleep my dear, sleep, my child."

"Disappear from my eyes."

"O dawn, don't wake me up yet."

"Wait a little longer."

"My slumber's incomplete and so is my dream."

"Let it be complete."

"Your 'bindi' shimmers, bangles clinker"

"and you're glowing in the veil."

"May the kohl, the flowers are lovely"

"May your heart sway"

"are thrilled."

"May you be unharmed, untainted..."

How are you, teacher? - It's not good, Begum Jaan.

This is important.

Say it then. Your lips are not sealed.

Not here, can we go inside and talk?

You're too much, teacher.

By the way, even I wanted to speak to you.

About someone.

I'll go get some water. - Come on.

So, should I...

What's wrong, teacher?

Listen, Begum Jaan.

I spoke to the party.

No pressure is going to work.

What do you mean?

You must obey the orders.

I think, you better move out of here.

You don't know these people.

They can do anything under the pretext of government orders.

What government, master?

I am the government around here.

Why don't you understand? They'll attack you.

You're being very rude, teacher.

I'm not being rude, Begum.

I am worried for you.

Worried? For me?

Since when?

I was always worried for you

and I never got the chance to express it.

But now I do.

The opportunity to start a new life.

Listen. Quit all this.

This brothel, this profession, this life.

And come with me.

Together we will... - We?

There's a difference between sleeping together

and abiding by each other.

Begum Jaan, I... - You helped us a lot.

I thank you for that.

Had I known

your true intentions... - Begum!

Let me make one thing clear, teacher.

Begum is beyond your grasp.

But I really... - What nonsense, teacher!

Do you know there's someone who can give her life for you?

I thought you wanted to talk about her.

I don't understand what you really want.

I want you. - That's enough, teacher.

You were with us during our good times

so I don't want to be the reason for your bad luck.

Don't ever come back here again!

Begum Jaan, you're assaulting a police officer.

Better think about this.

I only have your best interests at heart.

You must vacate this brothel.

Yes, I'll see to it that you don't face any problems after that.

Is this brothel your private property that you'll evict us?

Or does your mother work here? - You bitch!

Mind your tongue!

You're so stupid, Shyam Singh.

Doctors are called doctors, lawyers as lawyers

and prostitutes are called prostitutes.

That's not an abuse for us.

If you had called us a cop, then that would've been an abuse to us.

Salim.

Those who are blessed by the kings

don't need the pawns to protect them.

Now get lost.

Get lost!

And then Begum Jaan tried to seduce me.

When I said, I love Gulabo

she had me thrown out of the house.

But Begum Jaan was saying that... - You don't trust me.

I left my home and town and fighting for you.

I even went against the party's decision.

I keep thinking about you every moment.

In fact, I had to sneak up here to meet you

and you don't trust me.

We went there with the orders before, sir.

But Mirza and his dogs bit us.

This time, I even took few constables along.

But the king's bodyguards were already present there.

Begum said...

Next time she will kill us

and hang us at the border's checkpoint.

How can she hang you?

Not me, sir.

You.

The two of you.

You may leave. - Okay, sir.

If we don't get rid of the brothel,

it will stall the construction of the border.

The king's bodyguards are also stationed there now.

Ilias, we must go to Sonapur. - Why? What's out there?

The solution to this problem.

Not all jobs can be done officially.

There are some unofficial employees

for certain matters.

Did you understand?

Get up.

Who were you with? - Don't worry.

It wasn't one of your clients or your father.

Hey bloody fool!

Don't drag my father into this!

Tell me, where did you go?

I won't tell you.

What will you do?

If Begum Jaan finds out

that you're in love with someone, then she will skin you alive.

Bloody sycophant,

why are you always licking her boots?

Bloody traitor.

Who saved you

when those wolves had ganged up on you?

Rascal! How dare you slap me! - Witch!

I will strangle you!

You conniving bitch!

You scheming bitch! - Bitch!

Come here!

You scheming bitch!

I will kill you. - Let go!

I'll strangle you.

Damn...

Why are you crying now?

What do you get from this madness?

Begum Jaan took you in.

She will never hurt you.

"Looking at the grinding stones,"

"Kabir is lamenting."

"In the duel of two wheels, nothing remains safe."

Kabir Double-duty, that's my name.

I can be Hindu or Muslim.

Thread around my neck and circumcision too.

I carry the priest's cap and the saint's hat as well.

I wouldn't know in which area to create a riot and when.

But the boys are always ready on both sides.

They all have one religion. Money.

They get the job done and you pay them.

Tell me whom to kill.

We want you to evict a manor. - Brothel.

Yes, brothel.

One that's between Dorangla and Sakkargarh.

That whorehouse?

Have you tried in every way you could?

Because once Kabir's boys get started on a job...

I hope you get it.

We've done what we could.

Now you must take care of it. - Take care?

You mean, kill them?

Should I shoot them or stab them or strangle them?

It's quite satisfying.

Or should we abduct and rape them?

Or... Should we just hurt them?

Or I should use rods to hit them at right places.

Every job has a different price.

Don't worry about the money.

But... I don't think we'll need to do all that.

You'll have few men from the police station, as well as guns.

Maybe by threatening or scaring them.

Otherwise, shoot them.

Just shoot them.

Soap, powder, lentil, rice. We're nearly out of everything.

This time, Lata will go with Sujeet.

I won't carry those sacks alone.

You must come along.

I hardly get a square meal, I have no strength left.

You know that I am a vegetarian.

Lata, can't vegetarians carry heavy burdens?

Cows, buffaloes, donkeys and elephants - Enough.

are all vegetarians.

Let it be.

Don't try to educate me about food

since you don't even know where you come from.

Lowlife. - Bitch. Don't comment on my caste.

At least, we don't throw our women

onto the same pyre as their dead husband.

Did you forget how you came here running, half burnt?

You bloody mother... - Scumbag...

I will pull your tongue out.

I'll break your jaw... - Stop fighting.

Or you won't get to eat.

Jamila. - Yes.

Get the meat which the villagers sent. Hurry.

Why do you always fight with Amba over caste?

I've kept it right there. You can easily see it.

Jamila. - Yes, Begum Jaan.

The lentil gruel was delicious.

Would you like some more, Begum Jaan?

Uncle Salim. Why don't you teach us how to fire a gun?

Your cop friends left their guns here last year

and they are just rusting out here.

Take Begum Jaan's permission, and I'll teach you.

Begum Jaan, why don't you say something?

Silly girl, we're under the protection of the king.

As long as he's alive, you don't have to use the gun.

Postman.

Letter.

Jamila. Go check.

That was delicious. - Onions?

It's been really long since

Jamila made her famous oat bran.

Sujeet, give me some water.

Here you go.

Give me some onions.

Here. - Take it.

What happened?

Begum Jaan.

Begum Jaan. - What happened?

Watch it! - What happened?

Someone tell me, what's happening?

Rascals. - What happened?

Uncle Salim.

Begum Jaan!

Salim!

Greetings, Begum Jaan.

I hope you all liked the meat today.

Wasn't it nice?

I knew right away

that Shekhu's full of meat.

I don't know how spicy you like your meat.

So I cooked it according to my preference.

But I left Bhaloo for you guys.

You can cook him like you want.

One more thing, Begum Jaan.

You must vacate this brothel now.

After all, there are going to be two countries.

So you must make a sacrifice, like Shekhu.

Peace be upon you.

Yours Kabir.

No, Salim...

Salim, no... - Brother Salim!

It was my responsibility to protect the children!

Brother Salim!

It was my responsibility to protect the children!

Brother Salim!

It was my responsibility to protect the children!

He is a butcher.

It was mine!

It was mine!

Will Kabir stay quiet after threatening them?

Can't we reason with the king to drive Begum Jaan away?

It won't make a difference.

Do you think that a century later

when the children would read about the partition

it would have stories about you, me or Begum Jaan?

Who talks about pawns in history?

They only talk about emperors.

But I am not talking about a century later.

I am talking about this time. Now.

Ilias is in agony.

Yes, Ilias is in agony for a bunch of prostitutes.

Isn't that what you mean?

Ilias.

In order to destroy Begum Jaan's brothel,

we won't have to give a speech or cause a riot.

At least, in these two areas.

In order to save countless lives

we'll have to sacrifice some lives.

Consider that it's Eid today.

Bakra-Eid.

Bunch of cowards!

Butchering speechless animals!

Cowards!

I will skin them alive, make a whip out of it

and flog them with it.

Promise me, you won't spare them.

I raised them since they were pups...

In rain, in winter.

I would wipe their bodies and feed them milk...

What's wrong with your throat?

Shekhu's hair. It's stuck in my throat.

It's just your imagination.

No, it's there, it's there.

I can't even swallow it.

"While leaving the city of Lucknow"

"don't ask about my plight."

Begum.

I think, you must all leave too.

What?

Times are changing.

I went to Delhi.

Everything will be over soon.

I don't understand what you're trying to say.

Even the king of Junagarh was in Delhi.

Kashmir and Hyderabad have been told that

they must choose a side they want to live in.

So...

What does that mean?

Kings will always remain kings.

Whether it's in India or... What's it called?

Pakistan... - Begum Jaan,

kings are not the rulers anymore.

The people will be the kings now.

Delhi and Karachi have only one motive.

In a couple of years, all the kingdoms and estates

will belong to the government.

And you?

We'll be mere pawns.

You know the royal treasure is almost empty.

People are leaving and we have to sell some stuff.

We're also facing many legal cases.

So now?

Begum... listen to the government.

Leave this brothel.

I cannot... protect you anymore.

Well, I don't think anything's in your control anymore.

Even if I sing today, you won't be able to do anything.

Begum! - Salim!

Yes, Begum Jaan.

Salim, the king is very tired.

Take him to his room.

He needs rest.

And he'll be leaving soon, so make all the arrangements.

You'll die a terrible death, Begum.

Whatever! I'll die like a queen, and not a beggar.

In my palace.

"You sneak up to my doorstep."

"My heart bleeds and my heartbeat full of desolation."

"My heart bleeds and my heartbeat full of desolation."

"I dabbed soothing turmeric on your wounds"

"and opened up my wounds along the way."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply in love with you."

"The old memories were refreshed again."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

You're learning how to fire a gun, not washing clothes.

Hold it properly.

Hold it.

Bravo, Rubina.

You're fine.

Nice.

This bitch is very heavy, Salim.

My dagger's much better. - Don't joke, Begum Jaan.

Shoulder straight, strong grip, clear view.

Come on.

Pull it back.

Kicks back like a bloody horse! - Careful.

Bravo.

Nice.

Good one.

If Begum Jaan finds out Laadli's with us

she will skin us all alive.

What can I do?

Jamila said to take her out,

she was feeling very lonely in the house.

If she says anything, then you'll have to handle her.

Ever since Shekhu-Bhaloo died

the place seems like a graveyard.

Hurry up, it will be sunset soon.

Can't we take this?

Show me this one.

How much for the tomatoes? - Two annas.

Like this. Pull it back. Push.

You have to push it with your might.

Take aim. - Load the bullet like this.

Push it forward.

Pull it back. - Like this.

Begum Jaan!

Begum Jaan! - Gulabo.

This is how you load a bullet.

Like this. - Push this...

Bravo, Gulabo.

Great.

We got everything.

Laadli, did you have fun?

Yes, she is tired.

Hurry up. - What happened?

Walk faster.

What happened?

What's wrong?

Walk faster. Walk faster.

Walk faster. Walk faster. - But what happened?

What's wrong? - Don't look back. Just walk faster.

Walk... - What happened?

Run! Run!

Run, Laadli. - Run.

Come on. - Sujeet.

Come on.

Run. - Come on.

Come on. - Let me go!

Come on, hurry up! Hurry up.

Hurry.

What happened? - Hide.

Come on.

Quiet. Hush.

This way... Come on.

Come on.

Come here.

Sit! Sit down.

Be quiet.

Are... are they going to kill us?

Listen, I think they went that way.

There's a lane up ahead. Let's get out through there.

No, they went that way.

So you go this way. - Leaving you alone?

I would rather die than leave you alone.

Stop arguing, just do as I said.

Go or else I'll die.

I told you we shouldn't come here.

Now, these people will kill us.

Will you shut up? Always crying.

Come on. Come on.

Let me go. Let me go.

Sujeet... - I beg you.

I am just a kid, I haven't done anything.

Rubina, let's go. - I told you that I won't go.

But no one ever listens to me.

Listen, brother, I have nothing to do with them.

Let me go.

Why did you send me away forever?

What will Ruby do without you?

Tell me.

Don't you want to settle down?

Don't go, Sujeet.

Don't go.

I... love you.

I love you!

I love you!

I opened this brothel.

And all of you came here one after another.

You got work and our business flourished.

Lata, remember?

You weren't agreeing.

I remember, Begum Jaan.

I also remember your dagger.

And Rani. Hiding behind your veil.

You were scared out of your wits when you saw blood for the first time.

Begum Jaan, you're too much.

Of course, you've grown up now. Feeling embarrassed.

And Maina-Amba. I had to pay a high price for you two.

Almost emptied my purse.

That was one stormy night.

Covered in fever, these two were blabbering all the time.

That's nothing new.

These two still blabber all the time.

Blabbermouths of this brothel.

Jamila, this isn't a brothel.

It's our home.

We never got so much freedom in our own home.

Freedom.

Nonsense.

These two countries are playing the game of independence

and so we must move out of our home.

Our home, our land.

The place from where I left as a bride

and returned as a courtesan.

I even marked a place for my burial.

There...

For years, I sold my flesh.

I never imagined my brothel will be broken into two.

Our bodies will be partitioned.

Bloody rascals! I am not going to leave this house.

I don't need a man! I can protect this place alone.

But you must leave! The rest of you, you must leave.

Leave.

Go where? You think our families will take us back.

They have even forgotten our names.

And those villagers!

Those priests.

During the day, they will stay away from my shadows.

And at night, they will screw me!

You're a woman, too.

You know very well whether it's a queen or a whore.

It's always the men who are in control. - Amba, why don't you understand?

There's nothing left to understand, Begum Jaan.

They sliced dear Sujeet into four pieces.

We won't leave till we finish this war.

Yes, Begum. This brothel belongs to us as well.

Now if we leave, then what about you?

Do you remember?

So it's best that we all stay here and fight our battles.

She is right.

But we must get Laadli and Shabnam out of here, at any cost.

And you too, auntie.

The son I gave birth to

left me at the banks of Benares, helpless and alone.

Auntie.

Don't rake up the past.

Dear, it was you who helped me.

You held my hand.

Do you want to throw me out now?

Fine. There's no point in arguing with you.

But Shabnam and Laadli must leave... - Laadli won't go anywhere.

She will stay here.

This is her home too.

She was born here, Begum Jaan.

And that's why... - She is your child too.

All of you raised her together.

So we'll all go with Laadli, or no one goes.

Jamila... - I've made up my mind, that's it.

Why are you all so stubborn?

You don't understand.

Okay, listen.

Until the situation doesn't get better,

take both of them to Guruji in Lucknow.

I won't go... - Listen to me.

This place is not safe for children anymore.

Gulabo, hurry up!

Gulabo, hurry up!

Did you write everything in the letter to Begum Jaan?

Yes. Everything.

I left nothing.

Let's go.

There are some things left.

Might as well finish that too.

In the letter,

you only wrote about buyers,

business, teacher, atrocity.

But not about how you were almost dead and how I nursed you back to health.

You haven't written a word about it.

Nor about how I massaged you all night when you were pregnant.

You didn't mention that either.

Talking for months.

I stopped you from committing suicide four times.

You forgot to write a lot of things in the letter.

Feeding a goat at the butcher's shop is just feeding him

and not love.

You bloody traitor! - Salim.

She has grown up now.

Let her go.

Salim. Something doesn't feel right. - Yes, Begum Jaan.

Me too.

Are the guns ready? - Of course, Begum Jaan.

And the ammunitions? - They are all ready.

Let's wake up everyone.

Jamila. Rubina. Auntie.

Hurry up.

Leave now! There's danger on the way.

Forgive me, Gulabo,

but I want to see that arrogant Begum Jaan die twice.

Once... when you betrayed her.

And now when she will actually get shot.

But... marriage?

Gulabo, prostitutes only have buyers, not husbands.

Auntie.

Jamila, leave immediately with these two.

I won't go anywhere. - What do you mean?

It was decided yesterday that you'd go to Lucknow with these two.

I won't go anywhere.

I won't leave all of you alone in this situation.

Begum Jaan asked you to leave now.

We are not her mothers, but we do have a right over her.

I will leave with all of you. - Quiet.

Jamila, stop arguing and leave.

Begum Jaan, this is my fight too.

Enough. Quiet. - I won't abandon all of you.

Jamila, this is no time to argue.

Leave now with Laadli and Shabnam through the back door.

We can be attacked at any time.

Salim.

Motherfucker!

Everyone, get in position.

Auntie, get out of here!

Aim properly, guys.

Rubina. - Salim, careful.

Careful!

Is she your wife? Shoot them!

They only have a handful of guns.

Shoot them.

Useless! All of you go and mix up with those prostitutes.

Damn!

Maina! - Maina.

Scumbags! They shot her in the back.

Bloody rascals.

Come on, guys. Hurry up.

Come on, get down.

Get this over with quickly.

Rani, be careful!

Bloody rascals!

Bloody rascals!

Lata!

Bloody lowlife!

What's the hurry?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Stop it!

Ask her to stop it! Ask her to stop!

Stop it!

She is like a daughter to me. Ask her to stop.

It was a mistake. Mistake!

Look at me. I made a mistake.

I made a mistake. Stop.

Hey... Let them go.

Let them go! Let them go!

Dear, please put your clothes back on.

Please forgive me.

Dear Lord...

Prostitutes might not have husbands.

But they do have daughters.

Begum Jaan.

Salim.

I can't see anything.

It's all quiet.

Amba. - Yes.

Come.

Amba, careful.

Welcome.

We were waiting for you.

Kabir, when did this happen?

Sir, accidents can be unpredictable.

Begum Jaan.

Let's go.

It's over.

Rascals!

Bastards!

Rascals!

Where do you think you're going? You torched our house, you scumbag!

Stop!

Where do you think you're going?

Rascals!

Uncle Salim!

Uncle Salim!

We evicted them for you.

You can go now.

Because you won't be able to tolerate what happens next.

You see, my boys are going to reinstate this brothel for a while.

There must be some advantage of evicting a brothel.

What happened?

Hey!

Sluts, what are you doing?

You will all die. - What's happening, Kabir?

Your clients won't save you.

Come back.

Wait!

Auntie!

Tell me the story of Padmavati.

It was a moonless night when the world plunged into darkness.

The sun and moon disappeared from sight.

When 12,000 Rajput women gathered in the temple of Chittaur.

Queen Padmavati entered the temple

and evoked the God of fire.

"Oh Fire God,"

"come and perish our body, our soul"

"and this darkness."

Queen Padmavati, who was standing in front of the fire

had only two options.

First, surrendering to the enemy.

Bowing before them and leading a life of slavery.

Or sacrificing her life.

A glorious death, like the way she had been living so far.

With her head held high, on her own terms.

Like a queen.

And...

Queen Padmavati chose the option

that suits a queen.

Standing on the verge of death

Queen Padmavati jumped into that fire and let her self-esteem prevail.

She made it immortal.

She made it immortal.

"When the darkness will slowly recede."

"When the clouds of sorrow fade away"

"and we'll be graced by a sea of joy."

"When the sky will sway"

"and the earth will sing songs."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"The dawn for which"

"we've been yearning for centuries."

"The glorious dawn for which"

"we endure all the sorrows."

"These craving, yearning souls"

"will someday be blessed."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"I admit that the price of our desires"

"are not too high."

"Even soil has some value"

"but humans aren't worth anything."

"When the honor of humans"

"won't come with a price tag."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."