Dr.Shirog is coming tomorrow to check our bank accounts.
And I have given you Rs.2.5 mllllon from my bank, . . .
. . .without writing any accounts.
And you had promised me, that whenever I wouId ask for it. . .
. . .you wouId return it in a minute. The time has come now.
A promise is onIy a matter of words.
Money invested in business is llke a frog in a snake's mouth.
It can escape but it needs time.
Time has come before me llke death.
Just Iast week, there was an item in the newspapers.
Under simllar situation, a bank Manager in Madras hanged himseIf.
You are dying before being hanged, Mathur.
But do not worry. I wllI not Iet you die.
A good swimmer does not get carried away by waves in a storm.
But makes those strong waves, his boat.
But what about my boat? It wllI get drowned.
J. K. , somehow save me from drowning.
You are saved, Mathur.
Consider what I'm going to tell you as a message from the sky.
As usuaI, your bank wllI open at 1 0 O'cIock tomorrow morning.
And at exactIy 1 2 O'cIock, it wllI be Iooted.
- Looted? - Yes, Iooted.
The thieves wllI Ioot all the money from the bank.
Add your 2.5 mllllon aIso in that account.
When there is a fire in a jungIe, the dead ones are aIso considered.
AIso considered, the ones that never sprouted.
- Remove the keys. - Which keys?
The Iocker keys. Give me fast, or I wllI bIow your brains!
Hit me.
Look, inspector!
Those inspectors have compIeteIy Iooted the bank.
Five mllllon rupees are missing.
This guard says that he shot one of the running dacoits.
One of them was injured too.
But his accompllces took him in their car and escaped.
Where wllI they escape?
No pIace is so far, where the Iaw cannot enchain a criminaI.
Pour gallons of llquor.
Bathe anyone coming to your bar in whisky.
You have collapsed before drinking, my friend?
This is imported. Drink it.
You wllI remember that you had once met a rich man!
If I start drinking, then your pockets wllI get empty, friend.
This well is so full today. . .
. . .that it wllI not get empty even if you remove Iot of water.
Today, I wllI see how much you can drink.
And how much I can give you to drink.
Drink.
Give me.
Rich man! Your territory ends here.
Now, my territory starts.
You have used all means avallabIe in the pollce station on me.
But my testimony remains the same as before.
- Sir, your phone. - I wllI be there.
Rest for a whlle. When I return, I shall show you. . .
. . .that I stllI have ways to make you open your mouth.
He wllI not reveaI a thing, Inspector.
That was a kite that fIew in the air, got cut, . . . .
. . . and fell in your compound.
But the one fIying the kite was someone eIse. His name is J. K.
Yes. If you want proof, then I can present it to you.
- When? - Now.
- Where? - At HoteI High Rise.
Cone in.
''But what about my boat? It wllI get drowned.''
''J. K. somehow save me. . .
This is the bank manager, Mathur's voice.
Hear more.
''It is a message from the sky''.
''As usuaI, your bank wllI open at 1 0 O'cIock tomorrow morning.''
''And at exactIy 1 2 O'cIock, it wllI be Iooted.''
''- Looted? - Yes, Iooted''.
''The thieves wllI Ioot all the money from the bank.''
''Add your 2.5 mllllon aIso in that account''.
''When there is fire in the jungIe the dead ones are aIso considered''
Look.
This is the Iayout drawn by him.
The entire pIanning of the Iooting is in this.
J. K. cannot prove in court that this is not his writing.
Just a minute.
It's your phone.
- Mine? - Yes.
It got disconnected.
- The phone got disconnected. - Strange.
Thank you very much for this.
May I see your bag?
It contains certain papers that she gave me. . .
. . .concerning a case which I am investigating.
But she teIephoned us saying that this bag. . .
. . .contains currency notes which you demanded from her as bribe.
To reIease her brother from your custody.
Take a Iook at my bag.
What currency notes are in it?
I knew that a woman couId rise high and become a Goddess.
But I didn't know that if she stoops Iow, . . .
. . . .she can be a snake llke you.
As per your orders, Julle has been rewarded for her job.
But the probIem does not end here, Mathur.
As Iong as Julle is allve, our llves are in danger. . .
- Understood? - Consider Julle dead.
Shanti, you shouId not have brought Vijay here.
I couId not find any other answer for his innocent question.
Daddy, I demanded a cycIe. So, you had to come here.
I wllI never be stubborn.
I wllI never demand a cycIe. . . never, daddy.
No, son. Don't say that.
I can endure the taunts of the worId.
I can consume poison.
But if you suspect me, then I wllI die.
Son, I did not take a bribe.
I did not steaI, son. . . I did not.
I did not take a bribe, son.
What is it? Why are you crying?
He has Iocked himseIf in one room.
And my son, in the other room.
Wonder, who cast evll eyes on the happiness of this house.
Do not worry, aunty. I wllI expIain to brother Vijay.
And father, you taIk to uncIe.
When I used to go the pollce station in a pollce uniform. . .
. . .then nobody dared to Iook into my eyes.
After being reIeased from jall, I've come here avoiding peopIe.
I have come to my own house. . . llke a thief does!
Do not Iose heart, my friend!
We wllI definiteIy find that Iady someday.
Then it wllI not take Iong for truth to surface.
AsIam, one needs evidence to prove the truth.
Truth itseIf is evidence.
The moon does not need the heIp of llght to prove its sheen.
The moon?
The moon has been shining since ages.
But the smear on it. . .
. . .couId not wiped out tllI today.
Father! . . . Father!
Do not move, Mukhtar Singh!
I have heard, that the market from where you pass. . .
. . . becomes empty when you waIk.
The shops cIose down.
It Iooks llke there is a curfew in town.
Let aIone Iay peopIe, I've heard that the pollce too fear you.
But I am not the one to be scared.
I am a pollceman who wllI break your jaw into two.
One piece wllI fall here and the other in prison. Don't move!
Do not move. . . hey! You are moving. . .
I often see you fighting Mukhtar Singh in front of the mirror.
You cannot fire with the gun and you fall instead!
What wllI be your state, the day Mukhtar Singh comes before you.
He wllI be in a pitiabIe state!
His teeth wllI be out; his tongue wllI be hanging out this way!
And his eyes wllI Iook llke they are going in two directions!
Go to the pollce station now. But Iower your Iong neck first.
- Why? - I want to tie an amuIet.
After wearing this, no harm wllI befall you.
You have your sister's best wishes.
Now take your mother's bIessing.
Heaven on earth is at a mother's feet.
Touch her feet and take her bIessings.
For the first time, you'll be in-charge of a pollce station.
BIess you, son. May every difficuIty become easy!
Did you see, my friend?
Your son Iooks just llke you did in your uniform.
If you had not given us sheIter, then we wouId be Ieft nowhere.
God's worId is big.
The one who creates llghtning, rescues the needy too.
He is the one who infllcts a wound and heaIs it.
Man can onIy soothe it.
Sir, beteI Ieaf.
- Give it. . . Hey, llsten. - Yes, Sir?
Come here.
- Have you heard of Mukhtar Singh! - Who hasn't?
Let aIone the peopIe here, even the pollce fear him.
There seems a curfew wherever he passes.
Yes, he is the one!
It was his bad Iuck that he got invoIved with me today. Ask how.
How, sir?
I was passing by the market.
I heard a voice from behind saying. . .
''. . . Hey, Inspector! I hate the uniform given to you!''
I turned.
And I answered that. . .
What did I answer? . . . Yes!
I answered, ''Hey, Mukhtar Singh!. . .
. . . I hate the face your parents have given you!''
Then?
Mukhtar Singh said that. . .
''Inspector, your Iegs are Iong. They wllI have to be cut''
What did you say?
What did I say?
I said, ''Mukhtar Singh, you're too fat, a burden on this Iand. . .
. . . I wllI have to make you Iose weight.''
- What happened then? - What wllI happen?
He attacked me. I attacked him.
I put my hand in his jaw and tore his whoIe body in two.
I shook his teeth and in my hand. . .
In my hand were his teeth.
His tongue started hanging out llke this.
And his eyes Iooked llke they were moving in two. . .
- Who are you? - Have you heard of Mukhtar Singh?
Yes. We were just taIking about you.
My name is Mukhtar Singh.
Then come inside. Come in.
Get a cup of speciaI tea, some eatabIes and some sweets.
Why are you standing? PIease sit. . . one moment, sir.
I share an oId reIationship with this pollce station.
You share an. . . one moment.
I share an oId reIationship with this pollce station.
Wherever a new officer comes, I bring a small gift for him.
At the turning of this road, there is a bullding. . .
. . . in which there is my hoteI. Other business aIso fIourish.
By all means, pass from there but never peep to see the doings.
Why?
Your predecessor did not accept my gift.
And accidentally peeped inside. Ask, where he is nowadays.
Where is he nowadays?
In a deserted corner in the deserts of Rajasthan, . . .
. . . in a graveyard- llke pollce station, on a broken chair;. . .
. . . he counts the Iast days of his llfe.
You seem a sensibIe man.
Yes.
You wouId not llke to go to the deserts.
No. CertainIy not.
The probIem is, I have. . .
. . .a breathing probIem.
Sand is not good for my heaIth. My physician said that. . .
- He said that. . . - By all means.
. . . I shouId eat biscuits mode of aImonds and pistachio.
Do not worry, Mukhtar Singh.
I wllI neither peep in front of your hoteI nor behind!
- I'll Ieave, Inspector. - Yes. Leave without hesitation.
Who is it?
Come in, Sadhuram.
Mukhtar Singh has gone?
Gone? He ran away. I made him fIee.
He tried to boss me.
I gave him such a push from behind. .
. . .that he must have reached his hoteI by now.
He asked me not to peep inside his hoteI.
See tomorrow. Neither the hoteI, nor it's traces wllI be seen
- Have you brought some eats? - Yes, Sir.
Here are some eats and tea.
You wouId have cursed me if you were allve today.
You wouId have asked, why I did not die before taking a bribe.
If I became a pollce officer llke you, then there's a cause for it.
And If I took a bribe, then there is a motive behind it!
I wllI not hang myseIf llke you did.
I wllI prepare a noose for others.
I wllI win the battIe that you Iost in llfe!
You were a mere arm of the Iaw. . .
. . .whom the offenders of the Iaw twitched and even broke!
But nobody can break me!
Because I'll not become the arm of the Iaw but the Iaw itseIf.
A Iaw that wllI arrest criminaIs by himseIf.
He wllI hear the case and pass the verdict too!
Our earnings for today. . .35,000.
Well done! May such a day come dally. That's the fun of the job.
The pIayers Iose some and win some.
But the one who makes them pIay is aIways rich.
Who is it?
Who are you?
I am greater than you are! My name is Shahenshah.
Do you know, to whom you are speaking?
I know. . .to the cowherd from Mathura.
Who used to extract mllk from cows and buffaIoes and sell it.
. . .who has made this stabIe into a big gambllng den and a bar.
Consider your bar cIosed from today.
The pollce couId not cIose the bar. Then who are you?
I know, you have that pollceman under your thumb by bribing him.
But maybe you don't know, that there's a officer in the city. . .
. . .who is not a pollceman but performs the duty of one.
. . .who doesn't work for the Iaw but makes his own Iaw.
His first order is. .
. . . neither wllI crime be abIe to stand on its own feet.
. . . nor wllI a criminaI pIay with the Iaw in his area!
Many others came to shut my gambllng den and bar before you.
They came waIking inside.
But when they Ieft, they did not their Iegs intact.
I pitied them and gave them this crutch for support.
And you too wllI need that support now!
If you vaIue your llfe . . .
. . .then you better concentrate on your oId business.
When I pass by this way tomorrow. . .
. . . I want to see the cowshed instead of this bar.
And if that doesn't happen. . .
. . . then you'll face the consequences.
Well Mukhtar Singh, here I return as I had come. . .
. . . with no injuries whatsoever.
I belleve you'll feeI the need for these crutches.
''In the darkness of the night In the deserted night''
''To wipe away every crime''
''There comes a Messiah Whom peopIe call as Shahenshah''
Where is the entire amount? Tell me, bastard!
''In the Ianes of the city he wanders''
''He treats a friend as a friend''
''He strikes a foe llke llghtning strikes in the rain''
''In the darkness of the night in the deserted streets''
''To wipe away every crime''
''There comes a Messiah Whom peopIe call as Shahenshah''
What is wrong, uncIe?. . . you are Iost in thought.
Read this Ietter.
''I too am a pollce officer llke you''
''What you see is money accepted as a bribe''
''I request you to deposit this in the government's treasury''
On one hand, he accepts bribes.
On the other, he wants it to be deposited in the treasury.
I think, he is crazy. He shouId be admitted to a mentaI hospitaI.
- Read further. - Yes.
''I know, it's a crime but I am doing it intentionally''
''Consider it as a way I have chosen to reach the criminaIs''
''If the officer is honest then the criminaIs act decent''.
''But they need not hide their faces if one accepts bribe''.
He's right, uncIe.
I have been a Pollce Officer since the time you were born.
But I never accepted bribes to reach the criminaIs.
I used to go to a thieve's house and handcuff him.
That was your way, uncIe.
But the path that he has chosen is not bad either.
Do not choose this path, Vijay.
Even if you do, then pray, . . .
. . . that you do not meet an officer llke me.
. .who wllI first arrest you for accepting a bribe.
. . .and Iater send you to a mentaI hospitaI.
There are too many 3 wheeIers in the city. Jot his number.
I hope, we have not come to the wrong pIace.
Is the address right?
The address and the pIace is correct.
Then why is the pIace Iooking different? Instead of llquor. . .
. . .why is mllk fIowing here?
Hey, cowherd!
Mukhtar Singh's gambllng den used to be here.
Why is there a stabIe now?
There was a storm Iast night which destroyed the gambllng den.
I see.
And where is Mukhtar Singh of whom the pollce wouId fear?
Mukhtar Singh is in front of you, sir.
Wh. .where?
In front of you.
But. . .
But who is responsibIe for this?
Tell me and I wllI have him imprisoned.
One cannot imprison a storm, Inspector.
How can I forget that I. . .
How can I forget that I have eaten your sweets?
I'm not a cheat!
I'm ready to heIp and give you pollce protection even today.
Forget about my protection, Inspector.
Heed my advice and get a transfer far away from Shahenshah's area.
I reached a stabIe from a gambllng den.
But where wllI you go, Inspector?
I wllI go somewhere.
Wherever you go, give me your address.
I wllI send you, not sweets, but mllk.
Yes. Send mllk too.
Greetings, Mr. J. K. !
I want to remind you that I am not a criminaI but a deaIer.
I have definiteIy broken the Iaw.
But somebody has given a repIy beautifully. . .
. . .that Iaws are made to be broken.
Well said!
There is prohibition of llquor in our country. It is a Iaw.
But it is a fact that llquor is soId and drunk everywhere.
Prohibition of fIesh trade is a Iaw in our country.
But I ask you.
Which is that city, that area, where. . .
. . . fIesh trade is not induIged in dally?
When I saw, that I had come to a city of bllnd peopIe. . .
. . .then I stopped my business of selling mirrors!
And opened a shop in that market. . .
. . .where you do not have to visit a tempIe if you get a pIace.
For the Goddess of WeaIth comes waIking to you, herseIf!
Mr. J. K. , Mukhtar Singh was not wllllng to come.
We brought him here forcefully.
Why, you bastard?
I heard that you have started selling mllk again.
And, that too, without my permission
He didn't give me the time to ask.
Who didn't?
Consider him to be a storm, whose name is Shahenshah.
He confronted me llke death and I. . .
I couId not challenge him.
You wllI have to challenge Shahenshah!
This is my order!
You may sllce my throat, Master.
But I cannot challenge Shahenshah.
Do you know who this Shahenshah is?
I have heard his name for the first time.
It wllI be better if his name is not heard again.
If Shahenshah is not stopped here, then it wllI be disastrous.
For me. . . for you!
For all of us!
I am ruined!
I am ruined from head to toe. Come with me.
Wait. You wllI flle a report first.
- Then write a report quickIy. - Come inside.
Sit there.
- It is such that. . . - How?
FirstIy, tell me the name of the person flling the report?
Tarachand BadIani.
The name of the father of the person flling the report?
- Mother's name? - Chandrani BadIani.
'' Tara, Suraj, Chand'' (Star, sun, moon )
It Iooks llke the entire sky is here.
What is the thief's name?
Why wouId I come here if I knew the thief's name?
But you may know his appearance, at Ieast.
Not his, but her!
She dances llke a peacock, has a peaches and cream compIexion.
. . .shines llke a dagger. But she cuts in such a way. . .
. . .that a man dies first and then asks for water!
You shouId have been at a poet's gathering and not here.
I am robbed. Therefore, I am here.
WllI I get my things?
- Yes You wllI. - Thank you.
- It is such that. . . - How?
After getting the money back, . . .
. . . a money who shares and eats. .
. . . remains heaIthy and has a Iong llfe too.
Understood?
I understood.
''After eating this beteI Ieaf from Banaras, I understand''
If you do not llve Iong, then how can I be heaIthy?
Catch him!
Thief! You steaI! You pick-pocket.
You shouId not be seen here anymore. Get Iost!
My purse!
Before thanking me, just Iook that side.
All of Bombay's dacoits, seem to be waiting for me!
It is worse ahead.
If you Iose your money, you may get it back.
But if you Iose your llfe, then?
The thought frightens me.
Whatever happened, happened. We have to think about our next move.
You say I have full confidence in you.
You have nothing to fear if you come with me.
- Come on! - Wait, sir!
First, keep your wallet on my handkerchief.
These rings? Are they very expensive?
There is a Iot of danger invoIved.
And this?
You've become sensibIe.
Now hoId this bundIe.
Now, in front of you, . . .
. . . I am tying your things with the handkerchief tightIy.
And in front of you I wllI keep it cIose to my heart.
Sir, this pIace is safer than the bank Iocker.
Now come with me.
Let's see, who harms you.
Come on.
Now breathe a sigh of rellef.
We are now in front of the pollce station.
One moment.
Here is your possession. Now, allow me to go.
I know that my things were not in this Iocker, but in that one.
I wllI take you to the pollce station! You mess with my dignity!
I have not yet done that. I wllI do so now.
Do thieves have any dignity?
I am in charge of the pollce station that you mentioned.
Before accusing me of being a thief. . .
. . .open the handkerchief and see what is in it.
Did you see?
You may go. I was wrong.
Tries to act smart!
There she comes.
You are Iate. We had started singing.
Don't ask! I aImost died today.
Why?
Thank God that your ShaIu has returned allve.
How?
Do you know, who the man whom I wanted to rob was?
Who?
I wouId have easlly been inside for months.
Can't that pollce inspector be transferred?
He can be. But what has the worId come to!
Even a Parsi man roams in the streets as a pollceman!
No. A pollce inspector roams in the street as a Parsi man.
I think, we shouId stop our business on the streets.
We shouId arrange for a house or a shop for our business.
Brother.
Look at this photograph. I found it in Shaheena's book.
Then I'll have to investigate, how this Ianded in her book.
There is no need for that, uncIe. I have aIready done that.
His name is Sallm. He is young and handsome.
He come from a good famlly and has a successfuI llfe ahead.
Where wllI you get a better son-in-Iaw than this?
What do I know of sons-in-Iaw?
And you have raised Shaheena.
You fix the wedding date.
I wllI wear a new outfit and weIcome the groom's retinue.
Hey, Vijay!
Have you finished reading? Now Iook into your brother's eyes.
And say what's written in them.
What's written?
That one chapter of your llfe is over. Another one has begun.
Very soon, my sister, Shaheena wllI Ieave her house. . .
. . .and step into her bridegroom's home.
I have met the groom, seen him and got his. . . photograph.
What a IoveIy face!
Listen to me! The bridegroom wllI be of my choice.
I wllI marry a man of my choice.
Your wishes won't count. There are two pollce officers here.
We wllI handcuff your wrists, enchain your feet. . .
. . .force you in the paIanquin and order you to quick march!
Your sister wllI be dead before that!
You wllI die Iater. I am ready to die for you now.
But before dying, I want you to see this photograph.
I wllI not see this photograph.
''O, sister''
''O, sister what do I say about my brother-in-Iaw?''
''God has created a IoveIy pair llke that of a parrot & a starllng''
''What a face!''
''What a face! He is wonderfuI, everybody says''
''Like the moon and stars above he is one in a mllllon''
''So what if he is a llttIe dark and his eyes, a llttIe squint''.
''His ears are a llttIe Iong His height, a llttIe short''
''He eats well so he is a llttIe fat''
''Everything, eIse is fine do not be under an llIusion''
''It is a new worId''
''This sampIe is a llttIe oId''
''But he Iooks, a crazy admirer of yours!''
''His pants beIongs to someone eIse and so do his coat''
Where is Vijay? Won't he take his sister to the paIanquin?
You wllI handcuff me. . .
. . . enchain my feet. . . .
. . . forcibIy put me in the paIanquin . . .
. . . and order me to quick march.
Come on, it's time for quick march.
What do you think? That I'll cry?
This is an everyday affair with us pollcemen.
An accused comes to our Iock-up for some days.
He comes for a few days. We do get attached to him.
But when the court sentences him to llfe imprisonment . . . .
. . . we happlly send him off to CentraI jall . . . .
. . . . and say . . . . .
Come.
The shop has been named, 'Chic Massage PaIour'.
That's wrong.
It shouId be named, 'FairyIand!''
Even if an oId man visits this pIace . . . .
. . . . your beautifuI maidens can within 1 0 minutes . . .
. . . send him out as a young man.
I enjoyed it.
Make me enjoy the way he enjoyed.
I own a hoteI there by the name of Dingdong.
Madam, arrange something for me too.
- I'll enjoy it. - Sure! Come with me.
Come in, sir.
Massage and make me llke him.
Remove your cIothes.
Remove my cIothes! I understand!
This is the beginning. Wonder where it wllI end.
I have removed my cIothes.
What do I have to do now?
Lie on the tabIe, Sir.
- On whom do I have to lle? - On the tabIe.
AIright. I'll jump on it llke Jumping Jack.
What do I have to do now?
Now you wllI be given a massage.
You wllI not be oId anymore.
And you wllI be fllIed with youthfuI virllity.
A combination of coconut oll and youth!
My body has never feIt this way before.
I feeI tickIed sometimes!
And sometimes, fireworks dance in my body!
Sometimes, I feeI llke crying and sometimes, llke Iaughing.
Your vanishing oId age is crying.
And your renewed youth is Iaughing.
How did llghtning strike in your youth?
Hey, you are the same girI who Iooted me in the open market!
- You too are the same, Sir. - ImpIying?
It is the same worId, the same faces. . .
. . .onIy the facade has changed!
- What is this? - This?
This is a new photograph of your renewed youth!
Your wife wllI be very thrllIed!
Give it to me.
You can get the photograph but you wllI have to pay a price.
OnIy 5,000.
Inspector. . . no, he is a constabIe.
- Where is the inspector? - He is sIeeping inside. Go in.
Why is he sIeeping? Wake up, Inspector.
Oh God! What wllI happen to this city?
The thieves are awake outside and the inspector sIeeps here!
Sir, you are here again? Look at your state!
I am not responsibIe for this state; they are.
Inspector, I have been Iooted in your area twice!
The Kauravas stripped Draupadi inside the court.
In today's modern worId, . . .
. . . those damseIs stripped me in the open market!
It was good that I had bIoomers on.
Or eIse, I wouId have had to do an open air cabaret today!
Hey, why are just sitting? QuickIy arrest them.
They tried to rape me. Come on.
Wait, sir. First, you have to flle a report.
Tell me. . .
. . . .the name of the person flling the report.
FormerIy you used to pick pocket peopIe on the road.
And now you have opened this massage parIour . . .
. . . to bIackmall peopIe.
Why do you have to do this?
- Do you know anything, Inspector? - No.
Poverty and unempIoyment are two sides of the same coin.
It drains out the llfe from peopIe llke us.
There is nobody who can put an end to this.
There are many who give sermons.
Sometimes, in the form of a polltician . . .
. . . and sometimes, as a pollceman.
But why don't you understand. . . .
. . .that the cure for poverty is not sermons, but money.
I have an alling mother at home.
I do not have money for her treatment.
Then, why don't you work?
Many decent homes tried that too.
But everybody used to covet me with Iecherous eyes.
After that, there wouId have been onIy one job for me.
I wouId have to open a mutton shop somewhere.
Which mutton?
This mutton!
Put your Iegs down.
Is your mother really llI?
I do not lle.
If you do not belleve me then go to Gafoor chawI.
Lane Number 1 3, house number 1 0,
I wllI go. But llsten to what I have to say.
If you have lled, then note down your future address.
Pollce station Shaitan Chowk, Room number 3.
You are Iying sick here and you did not call the doctor?
I had called the doctor. He even gave the prescription.
But I can get the medicines onIy after ShaIu comes.
She had said, that she wouId get her saIary today.
Yes. I have brought her saIary.
I have brought it.
The saIary.
Do you aIso work with ShaIu's theatre group?
. . .Yes. I work with them.
ShaIu wllI be Iate because of her rehearsaI.
And I had the time.
So she asked me to give you the money.
You are a very nice man and Iook good too in a pollce uniform.
When I get well, I wllI definiteIy come to see your pIay
Yes, come. . .definiteIy come.
Then, I wllI Ieave.
AI right.
Take care.
How did you get these medicines, mother?
From the money that you had sent.
- I sent? - Yes.
You had sent it with the man . . .
. . . who acts as a Pollceman in your pIay.
Wow, hats off!
What an amazing part, the pollceman has pIayed today!
Hey girI! Get up!
You are Iying on a pollceman's motorbike.
What wllI you do if I say that I wllI not get up?
I wllI imprison you. Have you seen this baton?
DispIay the power of this baton to somebody eIse.
I have seen many such batons.
If you taIk too much, . . .
. . . I wllI handcuff you and Iock you. . . in the prison.
Then handcuff me and Iock me in a prison.
And throw the key in a deep well.
No! You are a pickpocket and I am a pollce officer.
''A pollce officer you may be''
''You are my beIoved''
''Show your authority, O man with the hat''
''Do whatever you want to I wllI not fear you''
''A pick pocket you may be''
''The queen of thieves you are''
''Pierce me with your eyes''
''Do whatever you want to I wllI not die''
''- Men llke you fIock me. - Is that so?''
''Men llke you fIock me many hearts fall for me''
''How can soll. . . .''
''How can soll ever touch the sky?''
''You, a girI so crazy Did not reallse this''
''Handcuff me if you wish''
''Handcuff me if you wish. The handcuff wllI be a chain of Iove
''You and me Me and you''
''How can you and me be one?''
''You are brass; I am goId'' It isn't easy''
. . .wllI have 30 storeyed bulldings touching the sky.
There wllI be many bungaIows with gardens.
There wllI be schooIs, cinema halls, . . .
. . . pIenty of shopping centers!
And there wllI aIso be a spIendid five star hoteI.
Consider it a game of mllllons which I am going to pIay with.
You have pIayed the game, J. K.
But the Iand you buy is llke a woman who Iooks beautifuI.
But when she is stripped, you reallse. . .
. . .that she has many bolls on her body which are incurabIe.
What bolls are you taIking about, Mathur?
J. K. , this is the Iand which you have bought. . .
. . .on which thousands of poor peopIe llve in depIorabIe huts.
Your hand wllI break knocking on the doors of the court.
But these sIums wllI remain here.
And your new city wllI bite the dust. . .
. . .which is the most expensive & beautifuI dream of your llfe.
Mathur, I know the cure for these bolls.
A Iancet.
And I have many Iancets.
I wllI have to compIain tomorrow. . .
- What is this? - Food, sir.
And I know, that one who shares remains heaIthy and llves Iong.
CIose it.
We think allke.
What brings you here?
You must have heard of Gafoor ChawI.
Gafoor chawI?. . . Oh, yes! It is here in my area. . .
It is nearby. What do I have to do?
Nothing. We wllI do the needfuI.
For 24 fours, you wllI neither Iook at nor go to Gafoor chawI.
AI right, I wllI not go or Iook.
Consider that, for 24 hours, all wires to Gafoor chawI. . .
. . .all wires have been disconnected.
This is the Indian teIephone system!
When the wire is connected, it does not ring!
When it is disconnected, the phone rings.
No!
Residents of Gafoor chawI. . .
You are given a notice. . .
. . .to vacate the entire chawI in five minutes.
Or the bulldozer that you see. . .
. . .wllI be Ieft in your chawI llke hunter dogs.
No house wllI be abIe to withstand its power.
Nor wllI any man.
So, pick whatever you can.
And Ieave your homes, your shops, your markets within 5 minutes.
ImmediateIy go and ask the inspector to come here soon.
AI right.
No. I wllI not go to Gafoor chawI now.
WllI you go after the chawI is destroyed?
ChawIs are created and destroyed.
For exampIe, DeIhi.
It has been created and destroyed so many times.
ShaIu is confident . . .
. . . that her brave cop wllI give his llfe for Iove.
Provided I am allve!
Granted, that Iove is precious. But more precious is, llfe.
After one dies, who knows whether Iove even exists!
Stop! Or it won't be good!
Even if everybody from here comes in front, . . .
. . . the bulldozer won't stop.
Just because someone paid you money . . . .
. . . you agreed to make us poor peopIe homeIess.
Can you call sheets of tin and pieces of wood, home?
For poor peopIe llke us, . . .
. . . this is not onIy a home but a Taj MahaI.
Inside it, is a very weak, very heIpIess. . .
. . . but very precious modesty.
It can die of hunger but won't sell itseIf llke your integrity!
Today, I wllI drag this modesty out and make it dance, naked.
You wllI even strip your integrity for money!
Let my inspector come. He wllI thrash you!
How wllI he reach here?
I have bribed him with so much money that he won't come here.
- What nonsense! - He is right, ShaIu.
He has refused to come.
The coward says that llfe is precious.
My Iove, I wllI take you with me today.
I wllI show you how beautifuI the worId is.
Let go off me!
Leave my daughter, rascaI!
Mother!
Seek forgiveness at the feet of the mother whom you pushed.
Or I wllI make you so poor even death wllI not give you aIms!
Mother!
Who are you?
I am greater than you are! My name is Shahenshah.
You wllI have to rebulld the sIums. . .
. . . which you have unjustIy destroyed.
Or I wllI smash your bones!
And pull your skin and make roofs of it for the homes here!
I ask you now.
If the imposters have a habit of infllcting injustice. . .
. . .then how did you get the disease of enduring injustice?
How many peopIe came to destroy your huts?
And how many hands did you have to save it?
They have the pollce accepting bribes. . .
. . . and the pollticians behind them.
They have money and arms. What do we have?
You have a burning voIcano within your chest.
But you have suppressed it!
Don't stop the fire and stop crying at your heIpIessness.
Their Iawyers had threatened us that our huts are llIegaI.
If that is it, then so are. . .
. . . the thousands of skyscrapers in the city!
Come with me. I wllI tell the peopIe. . .
. . . who have destroyed your huts, . . .
. . .that there cannot be two Iaws in the country.
. . .one for the rich and the other for the poor.
Come on!
Step down from the power of your arrogance. . .
. . . and face the peopIe who are harassed by your injustice.
First tell me, who are you?
I am greater than you are! My name is Shahenshah.
Yes. The same Shahenshah who is a Iaw, himseIf.
Who apprehends criminaIs, hears their case. . .
. . . and passes a verdict too!
What is your impllcation?
You must have heard of Gafoor chawI.
Heard of? I have bought Gafoor chawI.
You have onIy bought the Iand.
You have not bought the llves of the residents llving there.
Who gave you the right to render. . .
. . . thousands of poor peopIe homeIess?
That chawI is llIegaI.
The Iaw wants it demollshed and it is my prerogative too.
This bullding too is llIegaI. So, to demollsh it. . .
. . . is what the Iaw wants and is its prerogative.
Residents of Gafoor chawI. . .
Do to J. K. , what he did to you!
Go ahead!
Listen to me!
If Shahenshah continues to target me. . .
. . .and you just sit with foIded hands. . .
. . .then assure that your pension. . .
. . . wllI be soon stopped!
I don't have to Iook after you for llfe!
I promise you, Mr. J. K. . . .
. . .that Shahenshah wllI not attack again.
He has spread his arms enough I wllI order today. . .
. . .to have Shahenshah arrested.
What is happening Vijay?
I am worshipping Shahenshah, uncIe.
The evll peopIe of today fear him.
. . . the way Ravana feared Lord Rama. . .
. . . thousands of years back.
Why can't you do what Shahenshah is doing, . . .
. . . wearing a pollce uniform?
I certainIy cannot do that. Therefore, I am worshipping him.
- What is these? - A gift for you.
Red bangIes for your hand and. . .
. . . a bIack burqa to put over your head!
You are not worthy of the pollce uniform. . .
. . . that you are wearing!
What happened?
Nothing. But if it did, then it wouId have been very bad!
I called for heIp and you did not come!
And the one, I didn't call for, came to heIp!
He saved our homes and my chastity.
A man shouId be llke him!
Who is he?
He is the one whom I have kept in the throne of my heart.
And I pIaced the crown of Iove on his head.
Then, won't I have the pIace in your heart?
There wllI be, outside my heart, near the sllppers!
Oh? Good!
Convey my message to your Shahenshah.
If I do not get even with him, then my name is not Vijay!
Get Iost!
Who is it? Leave me. I wllI hit you!
Look who's standing behind me, ShaIu?
There is nobody. Come behind.
Do you find anyone?
You are here. I searched for you everywhere.
What do you want?
- There is a Ietter for you. - Give it to me.
- There is no Ietter. - No?
Wait. Let me search.
- Did you find it? - No.
- Quick! - Yes! I found it.
HoId this.
You simpIy waste time.
''I wllI wait for you at 5 p. m. today at NationaI Park''.
''A king for the worId but a sIave for you''
I have seen very shameIess peopIe in the worId. . .
. . . but not one llke you.
I too have seen very infideI peopIe. . .
. . . in the worId, but not one llke you.
I came to cry on your shouIders.
There is a Iyric that. . .
''Sometimes it is me sometimes, it is somebody eIse''
''You are the betrayer''
I beg of you to go and cry eIsewhere because. . .
. . . I am waiting for someone eIse.
You are. . .wait!
''You are waiting for someone I too am Iooking out for someone''
Then, Iook at these streets. I am going!
''Let me go For I have a promise to fuIfllI''
''I have to meet someone''
''Who is he?'' ''Tell me, who is he?''
''He is my Ioved one''
''At the park he wllI wait His Ietter I have received''
''He has called me''
''On your llps shouId onIy be my name. . .
Do not be so untrue''
''You Iove him It amazes me''
I shouId Iove you That is your madness''
''When we meet The fIowers bIoom under the stars''
''In a worId of dreams''
''What does he have that I Iack Does he Iook as good as I do?
''You and he are poIes apart it amazes me''
''Your Iove drives me insane''
''I wllI come with you. . .
To see your Iover, your beIoved''
''You wllI be enguIfed with sorrow. . .
''And burn with envy if you see him''
''This is not anger but madness''
''You wllI come with me it amazes me''
''Let me come I want to come''
''No, Iet me go I have to go''
Who was pursuing you?
He is the pollce inspector from Shaitan Chowky.
Are you invoIved with him?
No way! We met a coupIe of times.
And he thinks, my heart is. . .
. . . a pollce station and he its in-charge!
Then, I wllI fix him. . .
. . . and send him back to the pollce station right now.
Wait for me here.
Hey! What are you doing?
Enough!
I wllI never come in front of you again!
Forgive me.
Leave me!
Forgive me!
- Inspector! - How did you come here?
Where are you trying to escape? Have you set even with him?
I hoId my ears!
Your beIoved heId my neck and hung me. . .
. . . as though he was drying his cIothes.
I swear! I'll never confront him.
He is truIy great! Thank you! Bye!
- I'll never see him! - Acting smart, eh?
He wanted to get even with Shahenshah indeed!.
''This is what happens to me every rainy night, father.''
''Showers pour from the sky. .
. . .and bIood drops fall instead of raindrops.''
''Sometimes, I feeI the noose. . .
. . . around your neck is around me''.
''But one question keeps torturing me, . . .
''Vijay, you sIeep but why are your murderers yet scot free?''
''I promise you, father, that they wllI be caught someday.''
''A murderer kllIs but Ieaves behind. . .
. . . the evidence of his footprints''.
And with that, one does find the kllIer and his address.
Do you see this, Mathur?
When it is removed from the fieIds,
. . . it is worth a few rupees onIy.
It is worth thousands of rupees when it reaches the market.
And when it's soId, it's worth hundreds of thousand.
But what is it?
Those who take it become addicted to it for llfe.
Those who deaI in it get rewarded for llfe.
It rains goId in their homes.
They get llght from the shine of diamonds!
I have decided to do business of onIy this.
WllI this oId Iady die under our car?
Why are you packing, mother?
We have to Ieave the city today.
Why?
I saw the face of my death whlle crossing the street today.
To escape that death, I had hidden myseIf years back.
And hidden you too. But what do I do now?
Whom are you taIking about, mother?
About J. K. My chlld, you do not know that imposter.
PreviousIy, onIy my llfe was in danger.
But now, even your llfe wllI be in danger.
I wllI challenge every danger, mother.
You are llke the llving dead.
And the one responsibIe for it, is enjoying llfe!
Do not worry. I wllI have death knocking at his door.
WeIcome Mr. J. K. Your favourite tabIe is reserved for you.
PIease come! PIease be seated!
Be seated!
J. K. I don't understand what you just did.
PeopIe give tips after eating. But you give in advance!
Giving tips Iater is a custom.
Giving it in advance is a guarantee of good service.
Here is your favourite whisky. . . .Chivas RegaI.
I don't want Chivas RegaI today but BIack Dog.
Yes, sir.
Here you are!
Open it!
What's wrong with you today? You're having BIack Dog.
The day I see a white butterfIy. . .
. . . many bIack dogs start barking in my bIood!
I have BIack Dog on that day.
I think, you are Iooking out for me. My name is J. K.
Who doesn't know you in this city?
I Ionged to see you. And I've met you today.
My name is Vijaykumar Srivastav.
Who doesn't know you too in this city?
- What are you saying? - PIease sit.
- What wllI you drink? - Well. . .
- I hope, you are not hurt, Mr. Vijay. - I'm fine!
Sit comfortabIy!
I thought there was a back rest. . . .what were you saying?
What wllI you drink?
I refrain from drinks.
The business that I am in. . .
And the job that you are in. . .
. . .are very deepIy reIated.
If we unite, then it is an union.
And if we do not unite, then is war!
No, certainIy not! No war!
An union is good.
Sangam is a nice pIace.
By the way, how did you know that I am from Allahabad?
I can make that out from your face.
And I can judge the contents of a Ietter by seeing the enveIope!
You can judge the contents of a Ietter by seeing. . . very good.
What was the need. . . there was no need to give this. . .
Anyway, I'll accept it!
You are Ieaving now, aren't you?
Yes. . . I wllI Ieave.
I shall take your Ieave, Mr. J. K.
- PIeased to meet you. - Same here.
Isn't this your llghter, Mr. J. K.?
I llke what you have done.
You have not seen anything yet, Mr. J. K.
A whlle back, a ring adorned your hand.
Now it is in my hand.
- What do you do? - I am Iooking for a job.
Nowadays, this is my job.
You have got a job.
This is my address. Come at nine in the morning.
J. K. you have Iooked at your watch ten times . . .
. . . in the Iast ten minutes.
I have seen you waiting before.
But never with such impatience and restIessness.
When oId age waits for youth, it waits for reaI Iong.
Really?
There comes your youth!
I was waiting for you Miss. . .
What did you say, your name was, yesterday?
You did not ask; I did not say.
My name is ShaIu.
My ears are fllIed with music just llstening to it!
I wllI just show her the house and expIain her work.
Do not follow me tllI the city of Bombay is on fire!
Go on!
You are really crazy, Mathur!
I had said not to follow me tllI the city of Bombay is on fire.
- Bombay in on fire! - Meaning?
A fIy fell in the mllk which we were supposed to drink!
And the fIy was none other than Inspector AsIam Khan!
Our truck entered inside India very easlly.
It was stopped at many checkposts & then allowed to go.
But there is no hope of it anymore.
Because AsIam Khan is on duty in Bombay now.
And you know very well. . .
. . .that nothing defers Inspector AsIam Khan from his duty.
You can at Ieast move your finger.
You diaI. I wllI give you the number.
Vijay, what brings you here?
This is an order for you from the Headquarters, uncIe.
You have been summoned to Chowpatty immediateIy.
There's going to be a pollticaI meeting.
The protection of the Ieaders is your duty.
The entire force is present for their security.
If that truck passes this post, then it wllI be disastrous.
Do not worry, uncIe. I am on duty here now.
Let aIone a truck, even a bird wllI not be abIe to fIy.
You go. . .
Stop.
- Greetings, sir. - Greetings.
AI right. Lift the barrier.
Go.
WeIcome, Inspector.
You have pIeased me, Inspector.
Name your price.
Name my price?
Mr. J. K. when a beggar wears an uniform, . . . .
. . . his demands are high.
The ones who wllI give, have their pocket full!
He has pIeased me, Mathur. You too pIease him.
He is your reward, Inspector Vijay.
What was the need?
I hope you have not hidden a video camera somewhere.
One of my colleagues had got trapped.
''Do not avoid Iooking at me Do not hide yourseIf from me''
''Turn behind and Iook''
''My body is on fire come near''
''And touch me''
''In bad times I wllI heIp you in need''
''Come near, o stranger''
''And Iet us be friends''
''The moment of joy is here''
''Lonellness wllI kllI me''
''Both of us wllI be mallgned''
''Both of us wllI be bIamed''
''Eyes mirror one's feellngs''
''Of this, the worId is unaware''
''Of this, the nights are aware''
''Messages wllI conveyed with eyes''
''Wonder when we wllI meet again''
''Maybe, this wouId be the Iast night''
''But Iet's taIk our heart out''
''And whlle we taIk many names wllI be out''
J. K. we are ruined.
What happened?
Our truck reached the godown . . .
. . . but Shahenshah seized it and disappeared.
- Disappeared? - Yes.
You know very well there were goods worth mllllons in it.
Do not worry about your goods worth mllllons, Mr. J. K.
Worry about your llfe.
. . .which is going to Iast for a few moments.
Oh God!
Hey, where are you going? She is going to shoot.
What's happened, J. K.? You have Ieft me aIone.
What wllI happen now?
Do not worry.
Madam, as per Indian PenaI Code 306 and 307. . . .
What is this?. . . He is allve!
My llfe cannot be finished by a weakllng llke you.
Look, how carefully I have kept my llfe.
Don't you dare! Nobody wllI shoot.
Her death wllI be caused onIy by me.
I wllI certainIy kllI her.
Hers wllI be a sensationaI death.
Like a poet writing his best poem.
Or a painter painting his llfe's most precious picture.
Assume, I too am going to make a picture.
But I wllI use your bIood instead of coIours.
What are you doing, Mr. J. K.?
You are unaware of how precious the llfe you want to take is.
Meaning?
Come here.
Assume, you are pIaying with cards.
And the opposite person accidentally throws a Joker.
And you win a Iosing battIe.
How?
Shahenshah has Iooted your goods.
And Shahenshah's llfe is trapped under your cIaws.
What are you impIying?
I mean, . . .
. . .that Shahenshah has onIy one weakness.
And that is, this girI.
He wllI die but wllI not Iet her die.
If you wish, I can strike the deaI.
Which deaI?
The deaI between Shahenshah's Iove and your weaIth.
Return this girI to Shahenshah.
In exchange, Shahenshah wllI return your goods worth mllllons
But who wllI tell Shahenshah that I'm wllllng to compromise?
I wllI, sir.
You just showered your gratitude on me sometime back.
How can I forget that? Allow me to prove my IoyaIty.
At the most, he wllI kllI me.
I am wllllng to do even do that for you.
I am going. . .
I forgot about the bag.
Shower bullets on him!
So that no Shahenshah wllI ever dare to rise my stature!
- No! - Stop!
Come here!
I knew, that an immoraI man llke you wouId do something so IowIy!
You had thrown some fireworks here.
I think, you are fond of them.
I wllI show you a sampIe of that.
UncIe.
I want to see what you have in your bag.
In this. . . there are onIy some oId flles.
I wllI see today, which flles you have got.
This is the money my friend gave to deposit in the bank.
Have the deaIers of death become your friends now?
Tell me truthfully. Isn't this the bribe. . .
. . .that you received to Iet that truck go?
I didn't know, you couId sell your virtue for such a Iow price
. . . and sell your integrity.
Where wllI I get the knife with which I can cut. . .
. . .your surname from next to your name?
UncIe, you are my eIder. You can do whatever you pIease.
To hear it and bow my head before you, is my duty.
Your duty was what you did not fuIfllI.
Now it becomes my duty to tear your uniform with my hands.
To tear the stars from your shouIders!
This cap is the crown of every respectfuI pollceman.
I feeI llke trampllng it under my boots.
The strength of the government is behind this baton.
I want to break your bones with it.
So that you won't be abIe to get up or llft your head.
You have done what you had to, brother.
Now, I wllI do what I have to.
You have onIy torn his uniform.
I wllI have his hide!
If I knew, I wouId give birth to such a disgracefuI son, . . .
. . .then I wouId have torn my womb with my own nalls!
I had this evll in my womb for nine months.
You raised him for years.
So that he wouId grow up and spit on his father's honour.
And aIso disgrace you!
Get out of my sight!
Henceforth consider that I am dead for you.
And you are dead for me!
You have considered me dead.
Then, before bidding farewell to this corpse, bIess him.
I promise you, mother.
. .that I wllI not come in front of you tllI I restore my honour.
Drugs worth mllllons seized.
Read about J. K's llIegaI business.
. . .written by the famous crime reporter Mohammed Sallm.
Editor Mohammed Sallm wllI not improve.
Driver, go to Action Times.
Do you wish to meet me?
Tell me. My name is Mohammed Sallm.
Have you written the report on drugs?
Yes.
My name has been publlshed in your papers once.
It shouIdn't be repeated.
I can pay a price.
You can name your price.
You have come to the wrong pIace, Mr. J. K.
This is a pIace where truth prevalls. . .
PrincipIes are neither soId. . . nor bought here.
Then hear me out, young man.
I may not be abIe to buy the pen.
But I can definiteIy break it.
Then hear me out too, Mr. J. K.
Like every reporter, ink fIows in my veins instead of bIood.
And as Iong as that ink fIows, . . .
. . . my pen wllI not trembIe to write the truth.
Then I wllI have to see whether my hands wllI trembIe. . .
. . .to finish your work.
He had publlshed my name in the newspapers.
And I wiped off his name from the book of llfe.
If any of you try to take my name, . . .
. . .then his famlly and he'll have to face this bIoody consequence.
Wake up, Sallm. Wake up.
It is time to go to your press Don't you have to go there?
Why aren't you getting up from your sIeep today?
Are you seeing Shaheena's state?
She has not shed a singIe tear.
She has not screamed even once.
If she does not have a catharsis, . . .
. . . then it couId prove fataI to her.
So I want you to make her cry a Iot.
There is a llmit to sIeeping! Wake up, Sallm!
Whom are you trying to awake? He wllI never wake up.
- Your Sallm is dead. - For God's sake, don't say that
You are calling my allve husband as dead?
What eIse do I call him?
Accept the catastrophe that has happened to you.
Do not try to hide the truth behind your madness.
Your Sallm is dead!
You have become a widow!
''O sister''
''What do I say about any brother-in-Iaw?''
''God has made such a pair''
''O sister. . .''
Mr. J. K. has sent these fIowers.
He is deepIy stirred about such a young death.
Wait!
These fIowers wllI not be put on Mr. Sallm's body.
His corpse has just been bathed with the hoIy water.
And the coffin has been brought from the HoIy Mecca.
J. K.'s sins cannot be pIaced on that!
I witnessed this death.
I was sllent tllI now for fear of my death.
But now, I onIy fear God.
So I wllI break this sllence.
I wllI tell, who kllIed Mr. Sallm.
I wllI tell you. . .
On whose orders did you shoot?
If I reveaI his name, then he wllI kllI me.
Even I wllI kllI you but you wllI have to tell me his name.
Tell. Tell!
Tell J. K. that Srivastav has a warrant to arrest him.
Haven't you been abIe to digest. . .
. . . the bribe that I threw before you?
Or has a bone got stuck in your throat?
You shouId count your bones properIy.
In the process of going to prison and coming out, . . .
. . .there may be a difference in your counting!
I have come to arrest you for the murder of crime reporter, Sallm.
Here is your warrant.
And here are the pieces of your warrant.
Collect them, pick it up and get Iost!
The book of your crime wllI not cIose by tearing the warrant.
It wllI be cIosed the day you die.
And on the Iast page wllI be written, ''The End.''
It wllI be wise if you extend your hands without a fuss. . .
. . .so that I can put handcuffs around it.
Before you can arrest me, your dead body wllI be at my feet.
Even if there is heap of corpses here, . . .
Then I wllI drag you over it and put you in prison.
Mr. J. K. in prison?
When great men llke Gandhi couId get imprisoned.
Then why not an imposter llke J. K.?
Today, I reallsed, why this pIace is called. . .
. . . ''Shaitan'' (imposter) Chowk.
Amazing! What am I seeing?
Such a great man behind bars llke ordinary criminaIs?
He is a great man and a great criminaI.
Nothing about him is ordinary.
The matter wllI not end here. It wllI reach very far.
Have you forgotten about the bag you got from J. K.'s home. . .
. . . and the enveIope which I gave you.
There wllI be no enveIope which wllI not be opened Mr. Mathur.
What won't open are the doors of this jall. . .
. . . where my criminaI is imprisoned.
- Then I wllI use my infIuence - Who is the in-charge here?
There comes your infIuence!
WeIcome Mr. Pathak and Iook. . .
. . . at what is happening in your administration.
- Who is the in-charge here? - I am.
My name is Vijaykumar Srivastav.
Do you know, that for alleging and arresting. . .
. . .a decent man llke J. K. , I can have you sacked?
FirstIy, I can have you arrested. . .
. . .for Iaying your hands on the uniform of a pollceman.
As for the charges. . .
The court wllI decide whether, it is true or faIse.
You do not know, who I am.
You are the Ieader of this unfortunate country.
. . .who instead of strengthening the Iaw. .
. . . has come waIking here to side the criminaI.
You forget your llmits due to the zeaI of your youth and anger.
Who has given you the right to arrest J. K?.
. . .on the basis of suspicion for a grave crime llke murder?
The Iaw of the country has given me the right.
I order you to open the door of the cell, apoIogise to J. K. . .
. . . and reIease him.
You have no evidence. If you do, then present it.
Here is the evidence, Commissioner.
This newspaper has the victim's bIood on it. . .
. . .and the fingerprints of the murderer.
When the murderer came out of the press after kllllng. . .
. . .then, he was wiping his bIood stained hands with this paper.
Yes, J. K. , I am yet allve.
Maybe, nature had saved me. . .
. . .to have you hanged to death.
WllI you abIe to testify what you just did, . .
. . .at the court tomorrow?
Yes!
Do anything, Inspector!
This Iady wllI not reach the court to testify.
. . . under no circumstances!
. . . under no cost!
I wllI show you, J. K.
This Iady wllI reach the court to testify.
Under any circumstances! At any cost!
Vijay, take my car and go. I wllI handIe these men.
- No, uncIe. - Go! There is llttIe time.
The witness is here.
You can see, why we have reached the court Iate.
There was not a road, a junction in the city. . .
. . .where the murderers did not shower bullets on us.
I have brought this Iady to court, J. K.
To testify against you.
Did you witness the murder of editor, Sallm Mohammed, or not?
I had some work outside the press. . .
Answer onIy to the question you are asked!
Did you witness the murder or not?
No, I did not witness it.
Is this not the newspaper, . . .
. . .with which J. K. was wiping his bIood stained hand outside?
Yes, it is the same newspaper.
It is the same newspaper, Your Honour.
But as per the doctor's report, . . .
. . . the fingerprints are not of a human but of an animaI.
There are many peopIe working at the press. . .
. . . where the murder occurred.
But why hasn't even one witness been presented to the court?
Because the witness is made a victim. . .
. . . of a bullet before reaching here.
I request the court to summon Rana Pratap Singh.
You have testified that you shot on Mr. J. K's orders.
I was forced to testify this at gun point.
Who had you at gun point?
He is Iying, Your Honour.
I fully agree with Inspector Srivastav, Your Honour.
This man is Iying.
The truth is that the murder did not occur on J. K.'s orders. .
. . . but yours!
- How dare you! - This is a fact.
And if you do not pIead gullty within a minute, . . .
. . . then I wllI shoot you with this gun!
You wllI have to testify that you were responsibIe!
- Testify! - Yes, I am responsibIe.
The bullet is as fake as this case made by the pollce.
If a judge llke you can take the bIame of a murder. . .
. . .committed by someone eIse, . . .
. . .then how couId this poor man. . .
. . . refuse to faIseIy testify at gun point?
With this, ends all the defense.
And the case has become crystaI cIear.
The case framed by the pollce for murder, against Mr. J. K. , . . .
. . . is faIse. The court shouId acquit Mr. J. K. !
That's his prerogative!
The court has reached a verdict that the case against Mr.J. K. . . .
. . . is faIse, baseIess and llIegaI.
Therefore, the court acquits Mr. J. K.
- CongratuIations, Mr. J. K. - CongratuIations, Mr. J. K.
Twenty years ago, . . .
. . . an inspector llke you had tried to trap me.
Nothing happened to me.
But that poor man hanged himseIf to death Inspector.
Incidentally, his name was aIso Srivastav.
Your case is not yet over, J. K.
What nonsense!
Didn't you hear the judge acquitting me!
PeopIe llke you can never be acquitted.
Your case may be over in this court.
But it has not yet begun in my court.
And where is your court?
Wherever there is 'Shahenshah' (the Emperor). . .
. . .there is a court.
And this court wllI not be adjourned. . .
. . .tllI the book of your crime is not opened and read.
''Brave men llke him are few:
''Brave men llke him are few''
''Who break chains of crime and injustice''
''And get things they set after''
''His hands are so powerfuI''
What is all this?
I have dragged the man you had acquitted, Judge.
You have acquitted him of murder.
But I wllI prove it to you that there isn't a crime. . .
. . . which he has not committed.
. . .or had his friends commit.
Who are you?
I am greater. . . than he is.
My name is Shahenshah.
By profession I am a Judge llke you are.
Who makes his own Iaw, apprehends his criminaIs. . .
. . . hears their cases and passes the verdict himseIf!
This is contempt of court!
I know, that this is contempt of court.
I aIso know that he has used the wrong means to taIk.
But what couId be worse for a court. . .
. . .than justice being incompIete and the truth being suppressed?
I think, it wllI be unjust if we do not hear him.
Before punishing you for contempt of court, . . .
. . .the court, on its responsibllity, . . .
. . . gives you a chance to speak!
Then, hear a case which was presented in your court.
And you had sentenced an innocent pollce inspector. . .
. . .to three months imprisonment for accepting a bribe.
How can you say, that the Inspector was innocent?
Ask yourseIf.
Ask your Iost conscience and your asIeep souI.
. . .which is not yet awake.
If you stllI do not remember. . .
. . . then Iook into this oId widow's eyes.
Her young husband hanged himseIf to death.
And Ieft her all aIone.
The rains came and went in this city.
But this widow's tears couId not be controlled.
The scars on her face are due to the mark Ieft by your verdict. . .
. . .which was bllnd and deaf!
Your deaf ear did not even hear her testimony.
Who wanted to tell you that. . .
. . . two bags were exchanged on J. K.'s orders.
One bag contained the Iayout of the bank robbery. . .
. . .and the secret recording by J. K. . . .
. . . between him and the bank manager, Mr. Mathur.
''As usuaI, your bank wllI open at 1 0 O'cIock in the morning''
''At exactIy 1 2 O'cIock, it wllI be Iooted''
''- Looted? - Yes, Iooted''.
''The thieves wllI Ioot all the money from the bank''.
''Add. . .''
Tell me, J. K. , is this your voice or not?
Answer or I wllI shut your voice forever!
Yes. . . it is my voice.
And now say in that beautifuI voice, . . .
. . .whether you had ordered for Julle's death or not.
I had.
That poor Iady tried to escape your men all her llfe. . .
. . .to save her innocent daughter.
Her daughter was broken into pieces by hunger and poverty. . .
. . .and even became a thief.
When that thief encountered you for the first time in a hoteI, . . .
. . .you had said that you wanted to drink BIack Dog whisky.
For when you see a white butterfIy. . .
. . . Many bIack dogs in your bIood start barking!
How. . .do you know. . . all this?
I am aware because I know. . .
. . . how to collar bIack dogs!
Today, I wllI remove all the bIack dogs within you.
And Ieave them to attack your own fIesh.
We wllI demand justice from J. K. !
Who are these peopIe and why are they here?
They are the peopIe. . .
. . .who were ensIaved by outside ruIe for 200 years.
And who are llving in the mercy. . .
. . .of imposter llke J. K. since the Iast 40 years.
What about these poor peopIe?
After being ensIaved for years. . .
. . .they had seen a wonderfuI dream of independence.
And sometimes, Ieaders llke him auctioned it!
And officers llke him made it llke a whore in a brotheI!
Do you know What a big crime it is. . .
. . .to put your hand on the uniform of a pollceman.
Where have you worn a pollce officer's uniform?
It is a cIoth draped around the corpse of your conscience!
A pollce uniform does proud on an officer llke Mr. AsIam.
Who is a cIassic exampIe of duty.
Look into his eyes.
And remember the day when J. K.'s truck of drugs. . .
. . .was going to come to Bombay.
And you had sent Mr. AsIam to Chowpatty. . .
. . .for the security of this Ieaders.
What wllI happen to this country, Judge?
Where IowIy peopIe llke him become Ieaders.
And thieves llke him, the city's pollce.
The Iaw of the country was once llke a king.
But peopIe llke J. K. and officers llke him. . . .
. . . have made it a roadside beggar!
I appeaI to you to Iook at editor Sallm's case intentIy.
I know that the paper presented to the court. . .
. . . had the bIood of some animaI and not a human being!
Tell me, where you have hidden the actuaI newspaper?
Answer, or your death wllI be publlshed. . .
. . . in the newspapers tomorrow.
Forgive me, Shahenshah. I have chlldren.
The one who was murdered was aIso a son of some father.
He too was going to be a father.
Now tell me.
Are you going to remove the paper, or shall I kllI you?
I wllI give you.
Here it is, Judge.
The newspaper containing Sallm Mohammed's bIood is before you.
And the fingerprint of the murderer, J. K. , is present.
Evidences of a murder are so easlly changed.
And the footprints of the murderer are wiped off, Your, Honour.
Innocent officers llke Srivastav hang themseIves to death.
And fearIess peopIe llke Sallm Mohammed are kllIed.
And murderers llke J. K. are acquitted!
But you wllI not be acquitted in Shahenshah's court.
The consequence you wllI face'll be a Iesson for the criminaIs.
And such an exampIe for others. . .
. . .that its story wllI be heard and toId for years.
After this, the hands of the pollcemen wllI not shake. . .
. . .whlle arresting criminaIs.
Nor wllI the hands of the judges shiver whlle writing a verdict.
When this wllI happen, your honour. . .
. . .then the Iost crown wllI be restored on the head of justice.
And the dreams of these poor peopIe wllI become allve again.
A reaI dream of independence. . . . . .a reaI dream of justice!
Move!
- My daughter! - Nobody dare move!
Move!
Stop!
Ask your men to move back, Inspector AsIam!
If anybody moves then. I wllI kllI ShaIu!
J. K. , my target is on your head.
If you shoot ShaIu, . . .
. . .then I shall empty this revoIver on your head!
Save me, Shahenshah! Save me!
Accept your crime.
Say that you had made faIse charges. . .
. . .of bribery on inspector Srivastav.
Say that you murdered editor, Sallm Mohammed- say it!
Yes, I did.
I. . .accept all my crimes.
You have pIeaded gullty. . . .
And Shahenshah has adjourned his court.
Look at this rope intentIy, J. K.
You'll see Inspector Srivastav's corpse hanging from it!
You wllI see a heIpIess widow. . . . . . a son.
After dying, a father's corpse aIways questioned. . .
. . . his son for years. . .
. . .that your father's kllIer is yet allve.
Why has he not yet been hanged?
Who are you?
Inspector Srivastav's son, Inspector Vijaykumar Srivastav.
A pollceman's uniform was not enough. . .
. . .to reach criminaIs llke you.
Therefore, I had to wear Shahenshah's attire.
A son has accompllshed what his father couId not.
I wllI throw this rope to you, J. K.
HoId it and cllmb up.
''In the darkness of the night in the deserted streets''
''To wipe away every crime''
''There comes a Messiah Whom peopIe call as Shahenshah''