- All's well, isn't it? - No! All is not well.
My husband's in danger. His path is filled with darkness.
His symbol of love is staggering. Go to your friend at once.
- Go immediately, l say! - Dreams turn out to be opposite.
lf you don't wish to go, l'll go to lndia. l'll go!
lf you feel so strongly about it, l'll leave in the morning.
Tomorrow never comes. Leave now, this moment.
So, you dry-fruit of a Pathan. Saw how strong l am?
A mouse dares to toy with a lion's whiskers...
...when a lion is shackled! Open these chains just once and see.
My one roar will make you wet your pants. Else l'll eat my hat!
l'll undo your chains, eh? Am l an ass?
Am l a fool to free your hands and invite death?
l had told Pasha that l should kill you, along with the jailer.
But he spared you. You're doomed as it is.
But l'm not satisfied yet.
You had slapped me, eh? How had you hit me?
You cur! You killed the jailer and this poor man's being punished?
Concerned about your lover, eh? This is what is known as...
The passion is mutual, eh?
You've come to meet your lover? Then go and meet him!
Go and lick his lips... Wrap yourself around his body!
You've come to buss him, and throw tantrums at me?
What have you done?
What a sister should do for her brother.
But, this is murder!
- Give me that glass. - No! - Why don't you understand?
lf you're hanged, who'll take care of your boy? Who'll rear him?
- Give me that. - No! For the sake of my son...
...l can't ruin your life any more than it already is!
We don't have the time. The police are coming.
Give the bottle! Look...
Listen to me. You didn't kill him. Understand?
- Keep your mouth shut forever! - No! - Hurry up and go!
For your son's sake! Get lost!
My dear friend, why did you do it?
You got yourself shut behind bars for life?
Why?
My bosom friend. We'll discuss all that later.
First, come and hug me.
lt'll cool all the pent up turmoil. This cursed being will feel nice.
Come on...
Dear friend!
When you came, it was as though Kabul came over. My Mehndi came.
My Benazir walked in. How is my Benazir?
She's awaiting you by the road you came to lndia.
She has lit lamps on your path of return!
Put those lamps out, friend.
- l cannot walk that road again. - You can!
l'll break these bars, and take you away from here.
Even l can do that.
My hands are tied. Not with chains, but, with friendship!
You and your friendship! Did you think before doing your duty...
...as to what will happen to your Benazir, and Mehndi?
- My child is now in your hands. - And, Benazir?
Give her this talisman.
You won't have to lie to her.
Seeing this, she'll know. That her Badshah is...
- ...dead! - No! For God's sake don't say that.
Take hold of your self. You've to bring up Mehndi now.
l can't bring her up. Nor can l take care of Benazir.
Look at me! l can't help myself.
How will l be able to take care of them?
My dear friend. Take pity on me.
Don't saddle me with such a huge responsibility. l'm Khuda Bux.
Not Badshah Khan!
Okay.
l free you from this responsibility.
But on one condition. Say that you're not my friend.
Don't say that Badshah Khan.
Do me one more favor.
This will remain a secret between just the two of us.
Badshah Khan is dead, for those 2, back home...
And for you too!
Has Badshah come?
He will never come back now!
You're lying! Lying!
- No! You're lying! - My dear...
Your son is lying!
Look! My Badshah's come!
Look! He's home. My Badshah Khan's coming.
My Khan hasn't come?
He'll come! He'll definitely come!
Dad has lost! He's defeated.
Lost, my foot! How did l lose? Tell me.
- l won! - How did you win?
- Didn't l win? - You threw dust in my eyes!
- Didn't l win? - You won. And you're happy. That's fine.
Your happiness is the only aim in my life, my dear.
At times l feel that you've sacrificed all your dreams...
...comforts, joys, for my happiness. Didn't you keep anything for you?
Absolutely wrong. l kept you for myself.
- Ah, Mother! Come. - Who won, son?
The one who always wins.
Make preparations! l'm going to lndia for the car-rally.
What did you say? You'll go where?
- lndia. - No, my dear. You won't go to lndia.
Why not? Why won't l go to lndia?
Well... You explain it to her, Mother.
lndia is very far. And a young girl all on her own there...
Gran! This is the only country which considers even foes as friends.
- And l'm not even a foe! So why fear? - But...
Don't think too much. lf the thoughts are deep...
''Friend, don't think so much. lf one thinks deeply...
-...it weakens the decisions. - What is this ''Car-Rally''?
lt's like our local horse-race. Many cars race together...
Every man wants to come first. Every country will be represented.
But the one to win will be... Yours truly!
But will you be able to take on so many people?
lt'll be a trying, difficult test. But my confidence is strong!
lf God wills let there be light, then lamps remain lit in storms.
O, great land of lndia My salutations to thee.
My child. Hena, my girl.
How do l look in my uniform?
Just like your father.
lf my friend, Rajput Khan, was alive to see this...
...he'd have gone mad with joy.
- Congratulations. - They are rightfully yours, Khan.
No. Nothing depends on man's words and thoughts.
He uses the pen. The ideas are his. We are but blank papers.
Khan Uncle, the fact remains...
...that whatever l am today, is all due to your kindness.
You've given me so much love, that l never missed my father.
That's why you rightfully deserve congratulations.
- No, my dear. What nonsense. - There you go again.
Once l say it's your right, that's it!
Please go away. l wish to tell Uncle something important.
- What do you want to say? - Come along first.
- Now be my confidant instead of `uncle'. - Anything special?
- Very! Listen carefully. - Yes? - There was this boy in my class.
A boy? A boy has come in your life?
He hasn't come or anything.
But there's a danger, that he just might!
- Listen. Will you meet that boastful inspector of mine? - Sure.
This is Kalia speaking... Really?
l'm Kamaljit speaking. How are you?
Congratulations! Really?
lt's me. Yes, go on Kantia...
Well done my boy! You're dodging the enemy?
We've given you so much gold! Do you know its rate in lndia?
- What's happened? - Gone! - The whole lot's gone!
- Oh God! What's the matter? Have you won the lottery? - Yes.
And here is the key to it!
- Key to it? - Your honest son...
- ...today caught a smuggler red-handed. - So?
l was going to handcuff him, when he greased my palms.
And then he handed over this key to a luxurious bungalow.
Get out of here, this moment. You take bribes, you dishonest...
Enough, Mummy; Enough.
l hadn't heard your sermon on ''honesty'', for a long time, you see.
A son, with a mother like you, and and honest and righteous father...
...can never dream of committing a crime.
And this is the proof of that truth.
A medal for integrity from the Government.
Sir. Pasha on the line.
- Save me, Dad. These guys will kill me. - Control yourself.
lf they touch you, l'll kill them! Now give the phone to them.
- Says ''Give the phone to the bastards'' ! - Yes, go on.
- You know the outcome of this. - Don't threaten us, okay?
lf you're a tiger, we're no cubs. lf someone upsets the business...
...we have to roughen him up! Send us our stuff and take your son.
Listen, Kalia. You'll get your stuff. Why not?
You'll get your stuff, and... a counter-reply too!
Rest, all fine.
Raja. Your Raja. Whom, the Government...
...has awarded with a medal for gallantry and integrity.
My God! He's a young man now.
The years have just flown for you all, but...
...for me, the time has stood still. lt never moved forward.
All your life, you've been giving joy to others.
- Keep some for yourself... - Enough! No more...
Those l'm trying to forget, by forgetting my own existence.
Don't remind me of them.
He has come!
He's here. He has come.
What happened to Mummy?
We tried all the expert doctors and hakims. But of no avail.
l just don't know what to do for this unfortunate girl.
Psychological scars aren't healed by medicines, Mother.
See the doctor out, my dear.
- May God keep you. - Same to you. - Give me that, doctor.
Whenever l see you in this condition...
...l feel like a criminal, when in fact, l'm the wronged one!
May God damn that day, when l brought you that awful news...
Which unfortunate news?
- Which news? - News? What news?
My dear father... Take care of your memory.
- Weren't you feeling ashamed now? - That's the awful news, dear.
- Which sent your mother in a dead faint. - Yes, true.
- l don't understand one thing. - What?
Somebody gave her the wrong news. That while returning from lndia...
...my father gave his own life, in saving an innocent kid.
And that shock made her like this. But father...
When you had come back alive, why didn't she get over the shock?
- Why didn't she recognize you? - Well, dear... - He will come.
He will return.
Mother, come back. He's here, who was to come.
Look! He's right in front of you.
Please recognize him.
He will come. He will!
Son, before Mehndi takes this secret, as some kind of a conspiracy...
- ...tell her everything. - Softly. The walls have ears.
Then stop her from going to lndia. She's a carbon-copy of her mother.
- lf Badshah Khan sees her... - For God's sake, keep quiet!
Don't ever mention again that l'm not Mehndi's father!
Aren't you my father?
How can you say that? Of course he's your father.
Such a blatant lie! Such an immense betrayal!
Don't try to hide the truth, Gran. l've heard everything.
Then hear this too. This lie... This lie is holier than the truth.
Who's my father?
- Who's my father, and where is he? - l can't tell you, dear child.
- Why? Why can't you tell me? - l've vowed not to tell.
- So l can't tell you. - You're lying again. Fooling me.
You haven't vowed. You're silent with disgrace.
- You're ashamed to speak out! - No! Don't say that, please.
You've played fraud. You've done something treacherous!
- For God's sake, hold your tongue! - To avail my mother...
...you got rid of my father!
So, now we know what is right and what is wrong.
The truth is out.
What l said was true after all.
You're a criminal! l hate you!
l hate you! Hate you!
For God's sake, Mummy. Say something, today at least.
Tell me, who's my father? Where is he? Tell me!
He'll come. He'll definitely come.
Who'll come? From where will he come?
What are you doing, son? What crime have you done?
Why are you punishing yourself like this?
l lifted my hand at a girl who means more than life to me.
No! No, my son, No!
A strong man, understands things, mother.
My sweet girl hates me! l won't be able to bear it.
Then go, my son. Tell her the whole story.
- Remove that stigma from your head. - What will l tell Badshah Khan?
What will he think, except that...
- l broke the promise l gave him. - You didn't break it, son.
That Almighty Lord broke it. Please listen to me.
Go and tell her. For God's sake, go.
- My dear child! - What new plans do you have now to fool me?
lsn't it enough to say, l didn't love you so much for 18 years...
...as l hate you in the last 18 minutes?
l don't want to see your damn face! Go away from here!
My dear child...
lf you learn the truth... Your hate will turn into love.
Not love, but into enmity! You don't deserve forgiveness.
You'll go to hell! Do you hear? To hell!
Don't utter such words, which will make you ashamed to take back!
- Don't let his sacrifice go in vain. - l won't hear another word!
You'll have to! Every single word of it!
And you'll have to believe each and every word.
This is the Holy Book, Koran. With his hand on this...
...even the devil cannot lie.
l've not cheated you, my dear.
God knows, l love you more than life itself.
This lie l told, was just a white lie, my dear.
- Then what's the truth? - The truth is...
...that your father is alive.
Did you hear? Father is alive. ln lndia.
l'll go and get him, Mummy. l sure will.
Come back.
- Who's speaking? - O, really? How many fathers do you have?
- Yes, father? - There's a car-rally in lndia.
- And a car from Kabul is taking part in it. - A car from Kabul.
- lt's a white car. - A white car.
And its number is... Kabul... 175.
- Kabul 178? - 175, you fool!
- Kabul, 175. - Yes. And our stuff is coming by plane.
But you just said, it's coming by car.
No! The car's coming by plane. The stuff is in the car.
- l'm beginning to doubt your mother! Rest all fine!
Our stuff is on the way!
- Welcome. - Our consignment's here. Come on.
l'm happy to see lndian men. l was not sure which road to take.
You'll take the road we tell you to!!
You rascals! You'll go, where l go!
Hey, you scoundrel. You turned out to be a sissy!
- Why the road-block? - Are you the moon, or the sun?
Whatever you are... By God, you're luscious!
A cherry in a sparrow's beak... God's creation.
A monkey in a fairy's attire... That's God's creation too!
You're correct. All these days, he thought he was a great poet.
- Who are you? - Me? l'm lnspector Hena.
And he is... lnspector Monkey. l mean, lnspector Raja!
You're a policeman? l was looking for you...
- Even l was looking for you. - Then take me to the jail.
That means you admit to your crime.
Sweetheart, l'll agree to whatever you say. l accept you...
l accept him too. l accept everything!
- What are you searching under there? - Just stand still!
Hey you! How dare you talk to me like this? l'm a Pathan.
- Nobody talks rudely to me. - l'm a Rajput too.
l'm not used to it either. Show me your passport!
Have it replaced. Lower the car.
Hena, no need for that.
l thought you were decent, and trusted you.
But you insulted a Pathani girl. l'll never forget you! Never!
Hena, we'll have to keep an eye on her.
An eye on her? But you said she was innocent.
lf one has to win in a game of chess...
lt's the queen which is played. Not the pawn!
l've found my father!
- You search her room. - And you go after her!
Hey you! What did you think?
That you'd break my bones, and go to Ahmedabad?
Hey you pistachio,... note this. We'll skin you, to get our stuff!
O pomegranate... Do you know whose consignment you were stealing?
My name is Kaliya Danger.
We got our stuff, guys!
This proves that the policeman was correct.
You swine! You point a gun at a Pathan's daughter?
You aim a gun at me? Okay then, shoot!
Hey sweetheart... You're fantastic!
Hey you, policeman... lf you wish, you can...
...arrest me; or even handcuff me.
lndian men don't handcuffs on women. lnstead they...
lnstead?... What do they put instead?
Mehndi? ln lndia?
- Then why didn't you bring her? - l was going to, uncle...
...but how could l? l would've had to break my vow.
- Vow? - You yourself have made us vow to keep silent.
Yes! Yes!
l had forgotten.
l... l had forgotten.
What kind of a father, are you? Your child is a few paces away...
...and you can't walk them? You can't hug her to your heart?
What do you think l am? Aren't l human too?
Don't l also have a heart? My daughter, Mehndi...
...is but a few steps away, and l'm not dying to embrace her?
Then accept her publicly, and hug that unfortunate girl to your heart.
For years now, you've been drowning in an ocean of sorrows.
What for? Be human, uncle.
The world stones angels! Crucifies and shoots them down!
And don't you yourself say, that there's no higher emotion than love?
True, my dear.
lt's my very love for Mehndi that is keeping me away from her.
For if she comes to know that l am alive; A criminal, a killer... - No!
- You're not a criminal! You're innocent. Who'll buy that?
Who'll hear the cry of truth, in a jungle of lies?
No! No!
l'm not a selfish father.
l'll die but l'll not have my daughter humiliated.
She's leading a proud life as a daughter of Khuda Bux. Amen!
At the moment, it's only me who's ruined.
lf my secret's out, we'll all be ruined, my dear.
Darling child, will you do a favor for this unfortunate man?
- Want my life? - No, no. Not your life.
A favor. Mehndi is a stranger here.
- Take care of her. - She's not alone, uncle.
- She's found a good friend. - Here? So soon?
A cupid's arrow is not a slave to time.
Mehndi and Raja have fallen in love.
Love? Who's this Raja?
That colleague of mine. The lnspector.
- Khan! - Salma... - Dear brother Khan...
- You're released! - Yes.
The Government took my behavior into account, and released me early.
By God! Seeing you out of that jail...
l can't tell you how happy l am. Please come in.
The opening of the jail's doors, has opened the doors to Kabul!
When are you going home?
A devastated house is not referred to as a ''home''.
Kabul is now that dream, which l can feel in mind, but...
- ...never see again. - What nonsense!
Knowing about Benazir, won't you meet your daughter?
Mehndi is no more in Kabul now.
- She's here in this city. - Then why didn't you bring her?
Travelers who have different destinations...
- ...do not travel together. - Meaning?
l've been released from the jail of the law, not of my fate.
The heart may experience a void. lt may even bleed... but...
- But this father can't meet his daughter. - Why not?
My daughter, Mehndi loves your son, Raja.
Lord above! l've heard this name a thousand times on Raja's lips...
...yet l couldn't tally it to you! Khan, dear brother!
l'm so lucky! Your daughter, my daughter-in-law to be!
l'll find heaven on this earth! What else do l want?
Raja too should find this heaven. That's why l can't meet Mehndi.
- l don't understand. - Oh, dear sister!
lf Raja finds out that Mehndi's father, is his father's killer...
- ...then heaven will become hell! He'll leave my daughter! - Why?
He'll have to accept Mehndi. l'll convince him.
l'll tell him the facts. The truth.
lt's a very bitter truth.
His father was an honest and a righteous man.
You brought your son up, telling him this. Now what will you say?
That it was all a lie! That the real murderer is...
...his own Mother? No! No!
l was punished for this crime. He'll believe that fact.
Don't fan the ashes now. lt may turn into an inferno!
l'm burnt as it is. lt may not burn their love along with me!
A daughter will lose her love, like her parents lost it.
Silence! Silence is the only balm for this wound.
Just... You just keep my daughter happy.
That's what l had come to beg from you.
God bless, dear sister.
Hey, Mister! Why are you staring like that?
- Who are you? - Darling...
He's a Pathan. His body gives off the fragrance of Kabul.
You're from Kabul, aren't you? He's my countryman!
- You must be knowing Khuda Bux. - What?
- No, l don't. - No?
Won't you bless this daughter?
- Blessings? - Yes! You're from my country.
Seeing you, reminded me of my father, Khuda Bux.
Had he been here, he'd have hugged me and blessed me at betrothal.
A long life to you, my dear.
May you have a long life.
- Who was he, Mother? - A traveler...
...who stays away from his destination, after having reached it.
l asked who was this person?
He was your father's friend.
- Raja! You? - Meet my fianc`Ee, Mehndi.
- The fact is, she wants to meet her father. - His name is...
- ...Badshah Khan! - What!
- Badshah Khan has been released. - Released?
My father's released?
This is fantastic news!
Ask your friend to show me my father's photo, if he has one.
l haven't seen my father as yet, you see.
Constable! Take her, and show her the file of convict 401 .
Badshah Khan is the man who had killed your father.
A man who should've been poisoned, was sent meals... from your house!
The woman you're accusing, is my mother. Mother!
Why has this Hena suddenly lost its color seeing the other one?
ls it because l've robbed you of your own color?
What are you saying? l just...
Hena has willingly given her own color to Mehndi.
Where is he? Where's that thief?
- Thief? - Today you're facing such a truth...
...that even the mirror can't lie looking at it!
Where's that cruel father? Who did good deeds for others...
...but forgot his own people.
A daughter is pining for a father. Tell me where he is.
- Where's that butcher of a father? - Don't call him that.
Don't torture him further. He's like God.
Then tell me, where is that god of yours?
Forgive me. But l'm a Rajput girl.
l can't break my promise.
Forgive me, please.
lt's your birthday today, isn't it?
Yes, and it's your birthday too.
Do you do charity on your birthday?
Then give me my father in charity today.
Give me my father.
What's the matter, my dear? For God's sake, what is it?
All's well, isn't it? Did you meet Badshah Khan?
l wish l hadn't now!
- Why are you saying that? - That's what l want to know.
l thought, after 18 years of separation...
...seeing that l'm just like Mummy, he'd yearn for me,... and hug me...
...like one crazy and be unable to bear the joy.
That he'd repeat my name and shed tears himself...
...and make me cry too. But...
But nothing of the sort happened.
He's refusing to acknowledge me, even after recognizing me.
l can't bear this shock now.
l'll go mad! l may even die!
l'll die, die!
For God's sake! For the sake of us all.
Don't do something drastic. l'll come to lndia with your mother.
Did you hear? l'm coming with your mother.
Son! How come you're home early today?
Everything's fine, isn't it?
This tiffin-box is yours, right?
l asked if this tiffin-box was yours.
Yes.
Where had you forgotten it... Salma Begum?
You dare to take your mother's name? Has liquor got you too?
You said my father was killed while on duty.
Did he die, or, was he murdered?
Why did you call that Pathan a friend of my father?
Why did you take food for that killer in the jail?
Oh God! Go away! Go away from here.
- Don't make me curse my son! - l'm a curse to you anyway.
An innocent prey to your infidelity.
What is that Pathan to you? l'll get an answer to this question.
Nor from you, but from that bastard of a Pathan!
You're leaving us?
A spot of blood has come so close to me...
...that l won't be able to stop myself from acknowledging it.
Where will you go?
To a place where l'll be able to pray for all.
And does this deserve only curses?
- You? - What prayers do you have for it?
What prayers do you have for her who greyed overnight in your memory?
What blessings for her who burnt lamps in your memory at daytime?
And burnt herself away too! What prayers do you have for her...
...who became mad on hearing of your death?
Mad? My Benazir...
- My Benazir, mad? - Yes! She has gone crazy.
- No! - For the last 18 years, she's repeating just one line.
- ''He'll come.'' ''He'll come.'' - Oh God!
l've committed a terrible crime. Oh Lord!
This is a great crime l've done. A great sin.
Why are you not acknowledging me? Cos, l may be ashamed of your deeds?
Father! The way you have sacrificed...
...even the angels can't do that.
l'm not ashamed of you. But l feel proud! Proud.
- My dear child! - Father. - Dear daughter.
- My darling daughter... - Father.
Father, your blood flows in my veins...
- ...and yet you didn't recognize me? - Dear child.
For a father like you, l can forego a thousand Rajas!
- Forego a thousand Rajas. - Enough.
Enough now, my dear. Come on...
Take me to Kabul. To my Benazir.
Kabul is coming here. Mummy is coming with your friend.
Here? My Benazir is coming here?
- My friend too? - Yes. - Take hold of me, my dear.
Take control of me. l've gone mad hearing they're coming.
lf l see them, my heart may not stop beating.
Come, my dear. Let's go.
There are other ways to stop one's heart-beats.
The distance you couldn't cover in the last 18 years...
...is out of reach even now.
- What are you talking about? - What nonsense is this? - Get lost.
- Have you been drinking? - Shut up!
- What is this? - Blood. - Whose blood?
- lf you're wounded then. lt's yours - Holy, or unholy?
l don't know that you mean.
Surprising! You should know blood.
You've spilt it in gallons!
First Habibullah. Then your friend, Jailer Rajput Khan.
- Then... my father! - You're mistaken!
Tell me! Why did you kill him?
- What is my mother to you? -For God's sake, don't commit a sin.
The vile blood of a vile father, showed its colors at last!
You have proved, that bad blood of a father...
...can't be washed away, by a mother's white milk!
- You want to hear your father being praised? - No, Salma.
Well, listen! Your father was neither decent...
...nor was he honest. He was a drunkard and debaucher.
He was a slave to that rascal, Pasha! He was even ready...
...to sell your mother, for some money.
- lt's a lie! - lt's the truth!
Your father wasn't murdered by this good Samaritan.
l killed him! Your own mother!
What are you looking at? Take your pistol. Go on.
And shoot your mother in the heart. Give me my punishment.
He is not my lover...
...but a brother! Closer than even real brothers.
l killed a man, and this poor man had to serve the sentence.
For your sake!
He declared himself dead to his own family...
...so that l could live... Live to rear you!
Laxmi was widowed by your father. Hena was orphaned by him!
He shot Jailer Rajput, and charged this man for the murder.
Fool! Even if you wash his feet, and drink that water all your life...
...you won't be able to repay his obligations to you!
Greetings. Pasha here.
Few gusts have blown in from Kabul, my dear friend...
Gusts of wind! And with them they've brought a walnut...
...and a she-walnut! The nut's name is Khuda Bux...
...your future father-in-law. And the she-nut's name is...
Benazir. Your mother-in-law to be. Listen, dear friend...
...we have a deal to make yet.
Give me money, and take this pair of nuts.
This poor man's abode is aptly named '' Burial Ground''.
Very nice name, don't you think? And listen. Don't try to be smart.
Else you'll just find shells of these nuts! Just the shells.
Get me? Rest all fine, young man.
- Who is Pasha? - What?
Who is Pasha?
My dear friend... The name is short...
...Pasha! But l do some terrible deeds.
So! Have you got the money?
First, hand over those two to me.
Mr. Burial Ground... l never miss my target.
Tell your men to drop their guns.
O my lovely... lf you say so, why just the guns...
l'll strip myself of everything! Put those guns down!
Didn't you hear?
l haven't come to return your venom.
l've come to repay a favor. My father's bad blood...
...can be washed away by mother's milk. An lndian can also...
...repay a favor with a favor.
What favor? l haven't done a favor for anybody till today.
Look! Recognize her. When your brother's body...
...was taken to Kabul, by a valiant Pathan!...
Do you know who this demented woman is? Benazir!
- Badshah Khan's wife? - Yes!
An innocent picture of the crimes you committed.
And this is Badshah Khan's bosom friend, Khuda Bux!
And this is Jailer Ranvir's daughter, Hena.
Look at her. She's Badshah Khan's daughter...
See if you know me too. You also owe me something.
- What do l owe you, son? - Aren't you that same devil...
...who had filled my father's veins with liquor?
Recognize me, Pasha. l'm Aziz Mirza's son!
You are Aziz Mirza's son?
You're my friend's son. Oh, my dear Aziz!
Please accept my hand of friendship.
Else kill me. Kill me.
O, Aziz, my friend. Your son, my foe?
l can't bear this! No, l just can't.
lt's better to die than to lead such a life. Kill me!
- You rascal! - My dear friend...
lt doesn't take much time for one's luck and times to change!
This trick that l did now... Do you know who l learnt this from?
Badshah Khan! Her Badshah Khan!
lsn't she the beauty for whom my brother had to lose his life?
lf not Badshah Khan... She's here.
After calling out to my brother l'll put a noose around her neck...
...and pull so hard, that, she'll go black all over!
Your lover won't even know you!
He'll come! He'll come!
Sure he'll come.
Of course he'll come!
He... He has come!
O Lord!
Get up, my dear friend. Get up!
Hey Badshah Khan, Before your darling Benazir.
Have you breathed your last?
When wind becomes a shield and protects a flame...
Who can douse a flame which is lit by the Lord?
Shoot me! Strew... ...my path with fire.
Erect a wall of embers from the earth to the sky.
Riddle my chest with bullets. Love...
...will still find its goal!