There was a time when Mumbai's economic structure rested on textile mills.
250,000 workers and their families of about 600,000
drew their livelihood from mills.
Workers were happy, despite the low wages.
Then came the day, that changed the history of Mumbai.
On 18th January 1982, the mill workers went on strike.
Today, 28 years later, the strike is still on.
The workers are fighting for their rights.
It is said, the growth of every big city
is based on some terrible truth.
This is the terrible truth of Mumbai.
Mumbai, known to us as the city of gold.
The cold winter night is just burning me up
Please, my beloved don't accept night shifts every day
The cold winter night is just burning me up
Please, my beloved don't accept night shifts every day
My body beckons you The entire night's being wasted
Now how do I bear this agony?
I'm waiting for the siren of your mill
Hey man, listen to her and agree to all she says
Don't come up with excuses now
The woman's going crazy so forget that night shift
And don't quit this game halfway
I'm waiting for the siren of your mill
I'm waiting for the siren of your mill...
My heart is beating so fast I'm pining for you
My eyes are also counting the seconds
They're fluttering all the time
I've requested and begged but my eyes won't shut
This mad, intoxicating night is my enemy
it just won't end
Tell me how do I control myself? How do I regain my balance?
This siren of love is torturing me
I'm waiting for the siren of your mill
Hey man, listen to her and agree to all she says
Don't come up with excuses now
The woman's going crazy so forget that night shift
And don't quit this game halfway
I'm waiting for the siren of your mill
-Welcome, Mr. Dhuri. Do sit down. -Thank you!
Your house loan is sanctioned Will you sign this form?
Sign where it's crossed.
I'll get the advance payment receipt. Just a minute.
Anant, are you sure you want to get this place?
Of course.
Dad suggested why don't you try something in Shivaji Park.
-He's happy to help us. -I don't want your father's money.
Sorry!
Why Parel?
A textile mill once stood there.
My father worked there for 35 years.
We've been together a year, you never told me.
I don't know.
I take a little longer time to trust someone.
Why today?
Because I trust you?
-Let's go. -Where to?
Let's go.
Why are we here? There's nothing to see?
Our flat will be in this building.
See that tenement?
-Where? -Next to that tall building.
-To the left? -No. The right. See that corner?
That's Laxmi cottage. We lived there.
That road over there goes to Parel station.
Five of us went to school.
On the lane in the middle is our school.
Shirodkar High School.
That's KEM Hospital.
-In the corner? -No. The one with the dome.
Opposite is Wadia Hospital. That stone structure?
You know, Wadia Hospital?
Everyone in Parel was born there.
When a girl got married, she was registered there.
That's so funny.
I was born there, too.
We lived in half the area of our Shivaji Park house.
Naru. Manju. Mohan. Mom, dad and me.
We were all players. Utter chaos.
The penniless living in a tenement named after the goddess of wealth.
Lakshmi Niwas, the abode of Lakshmi.
-Make some tea. -Right away.
So, Mr. Author, what are you writing?
Writing? In this ambiance?
Pakistani players Majid Khan and Zaheer Abbas are on the pitch.
The Indian team looks determined
For the Indian Captain, Vengsarkar...
It is vital that he win the match.
Majid Khan is ready to take strike.
Zaheer is at the opposite end.
He takes the...
Mom, pass the jug.
This match...
Don't use up all the water. I've just filled it.
Kapil Dev bowls a full toss and it races to the boundary.
Idiot! Bowls a full toss?
Be quick.
Here.
Yes.
Moron! Where's your mind? What happened?
You'll ruin my business.
She gave you 10. You give change for 100.
Who's pissing from up there?
Oh, God. Damn you! You and your bloody transistor.
I'll burn it.
You ass! Look at the mess you've made.
Mom, I'm not wiping it.
-Give me the transistor. -Zaheer is out. We've a chance.
It doesn't belong to you. It's Naru's. Give it.
I bought the batteries. Stop yapping.
Mohan, I want to listen to film music.
Go, water the plant. Stop this nonsense!
Is this a house or a fish market?
-I can't write one line. -Writing one line forever.
I'll slap you.
-You think, I'll take it gladly? -Manju!
Quiet! Let him write.
As if, he'll be a famous writer.
-In this hellhole? -Live elsewhere.
Big talker. Can't earn a penny.
Savita gets 75 rupees for her newspaper recipes.
Don't compare her stupid recipes to my writing.
I'm writing a new play for the Prithvi Theater Festival.
So, we'll see your play in heaven, if not on earth.
Pearls before swine.
Your rotten mind is filled with bank notes.
Eat for free. We're the ones who must think about money.
-Have some shame. Get a job! -Don't rerun that tape again.
I'm going.
All you talk about is a job. Money, money and a job.
You'll die, dreaming of money.
Manju.
Manju! Give me my radio.
Sorry! Why are you sorry?
-Well, I... -What about it?
Only a towel?
Aunt, you talk such nonsense!
Mom. Mom!
Mom, if a wicket falls, I'll break Manju's leg.
Damn your cricket!
Taking the day off again for the love of the game?
-I'll go. Give me tea. Hurry. -Your tea!
All you think about is cricket, cricket, cricket.
Hey, mother dear, your leading man is here.
What happened at the mill?
Wait. Let me drink some water first.
Manju! Come inside. Get your father water.
Will Mohan's arms fall off, if he gets it?
-I'll slap you, now. -I'll slap you right back!
-See to your father. -Hey!
Arguing first thing in the morning. Not a moment's peace here.
Be happy, Naru is out.
Usman thinks he's too smart.
Usman was refusing to give me mutton.
What the heck! How dare he say that to you?
You bet!
That punk is getting too big for his boots!
He refused to give me the mutton.
-Did you tell him, it was for me? -You bet!
-Of course, I told him! -Speak up! Then, what?
He said, "I don't know Naru.
I won't give you any mutton.”
He slapped me hard.
-See these marks? -Where are they?
They've gone. They aren't relatives, who stay forever.
-Didn't you tell him? -I said, "If Naru hits you
you're done for."
-The bearded guy then went for me. -Went for you.
He hit me here and here.
-It hurts like a bitch! -Is that him?
-There's the bastard. -Bloody idiot!
-Don't you know me? -What happened?
You dare hit a young boy.
-Are you going to hit my friend? -What happened?
-Naru! -Wait!
Naru, why are you hitting him?
I sent for mutton. He didn't give any and beats this kid.
You mofo!
-Naru! -Usman.
I'll light a fire here. Even if it starts a riot.
-Why hit him? -He pushed me around.
He must say, he's your man.
Didn't you tell him?
He should know, I'm your right-hand man.
Are you nuts? You'll start a fight!
He hit me.
Sorry, Usman.
Give me two kilos of mutton.
-Two kilos of mutton. -Yes, Bhaijaan.
I'll go get shaved. Take the meat to my place.
Sorry, Usman. Sorry, boss. Sorry, buddy.
-Chop it into small pieces. -Okay.
God, I'm sick of this crap, every day.
-Add some liver. There! -Add in some liver.
-You mean testicles? -Yes, testicles.
Don't act smart again.
I'll show you.
-What's up, Aunt? -What is it, wretch?
-What have you got? -Mutton.
-Naru's mom! -Did you give it to her?
Naru's sent some mutton.
He wants you to make a curry. And fried liver.
Tell Naru, I'll fry my liver for him.
I've cooked already. Have some tea.
I would've brought it hours ago. But, Usman was acting up.
What did he do?
Not the theater kind of drama. Just joking.
Idiot. You've brought the mutton.
But, what about onions, ginger tomatoes and curry leaves?
Who buys all that? My father?
Which I do! Every single time.
I'll give you the ingredients.
Cook the mutton, since the kid got it.
I'll try some too.
The witch is forever waiting for a chance.
Shut your mouth. Don't talk crap.
She's right.
When will Prince Naru come home for lunch?
He's getting a shave.
-You come and eat too. -Yes, I will.
Nice sari, Manju.
Wash your pajamas, once in a while.
Scram!
-Sit down and drink up. -I'll be late for work.
When are you ever on time? Your lunchbox.
Drink up. Hurry.
You serve tea to them.
But you have no time to give me any tea.
Just hold on! They work, let them go.
So I'm the bored one, sitting at home?
Where is the princess going? All decked up.
Chitra's beauty parlor. She's training there.
I'll get paid on the first.
Mom, I've taken 12 rupees from the bag.
-Manju! -I will give it back later.
That money is for the flour.
Forget it! These kids never listen.
You're lucky, you don't have pests like them.
I've waited for pests like them for 12 years.
That isn't what I meant.
-You should watch your mouth. -Let's go.
My stars Hema and Dharam, I'm off.
Now, have your tea, Mr. Dharam.
When the train leaves the station.
-Now, what? -I'm renting a film tonight.
-"Made for each other." -For whom?
-I'll show it to you tonight. -Aunt, you're absolutely shameless.
-What's going on? -Come with me.
Well? Did you meet the union leader?
What about the money?
Even the mill workers haven't been paid for six months.
Who bothers about a retired man like me?
Mr. Khaitan, the mill owner says, he'll pay everyone soon.
-I've heard that for six months. -I know.
Mr. Khaitan is a good man.
But, his son-in-law is a dog.
I sold my last gold bangle last week.
It's the same story everywhere.
You don't get your dues, when you retire.
No wages when you work.
God knows what's in store for us.
-What's this? -Read it.
Where are you going? Wait. Ganya, come here!
We're out of work!
They're closing this department. Read!
-What is this? -Don't shout or I'll slap you.
-Management's orders. -How is it possible?
Don't ask me.
-Then, who do we ask? Sit here. -Not me.
Sit here. Call Rane.
-Stop the machines. -Call Rane.
-Uncle, Dubey! -Come on!
-Stop that! -Hurry up!
-Where is the notice? -Over here. Mr. Rane!
-Ganya, what's up? -You take a look at it, too.
Who's done this? Who told you to put up this notice?
I'm following orders. I know nothing.
The management's pimp!
Is the union dead?
You can't put up notices.
-Ask your boss to shove it. -Stop, Govind.
Let's go. Get lost!
-Warn him! -Forget it! Just go!
-Why tear up the notice? -Must we do nothing?
Let's talk to the doctor, the union boss.
This is not the way to behave.
I think, we should take this matter to the police.
Stay calm, my boy.
Union matters are tricky.
We must be calm.
By the way, what is the reaction of the workers?
Sir, the processing workers have become violent.
The spinning and weaving workers are on strike.
-How long can they strike? -Look, my son--
Papa, they'll sit on our heads, if we're soft on them.
Very well. Let us think how to tackle that doctor.
-Yeah. -Dr. Sawant and Mr. Rane are here.
Okay.
-Think of the devil. -What is it?
The doctor is on his way.
-Welcome, Doctor. -What do you mean? Welcome?
-What's this nonsense, Mr. Khaitan? -What's the matter?
You close a department of 200 without consulting the union.
-We informed the workers. -Did you ask the union?
The old union knew.
To hell with them! Did you ask us?
Why should we? It's our mill. We've been losing money for years.
Who said, there are losses?
This year we produced 24,000 meters more than last year.
What's the point? Your cloth isn't selling.
I didn't come here to talk to you!
You're making a fool of us.
The cloth is printed outside Bombay.
You're shutting down processing here.
Do you think we don't know?
-You plan to close the mill. -Well, why not?
Overhead has gone up. It's no joke running a mill.
We'll run it and earn a higher profit.
Are we crazy to hand over this huge property to you?
The mill doesn't belong to your father.
We shed our blood here. Your mansions stand on our blood.
-Calm down, Govind. -Don't tell me to calm down.
What's he telling me about?
This pimp is here thanks to his father-in-law.
-Doctor, warn him. -Forget it.
Are you re-opening the department or not?
It's highly impossible.
Fine! If that's your answer
we'll wage our war in the streets.
You'll regret it.
-Dogs. -Too big for their britches.
These mill owners have become too big for their britches.
Greed has made them fat like pigs.
Who built Mumbai?
The mill owners? No!
You have built Mumbai.
Your blood and sweat is in every brick.
And these mill owners...
they act as though this city is their father's mistress.
Yeah!
These bastards don't want to run the mill.
They want high-rise towers.
Five and seven-star hotels.
They think of you as a plague on the city.
So, the bastards
claim the mill is in trouble and they're shutting it down.
I hear that the government has a new law.
It's called DC or something.
With the help of this law
they'll sell the land on which the mill stands.
Who does the land these dogs want to sell belong to?
Tell me. Who owns it?
Their fathers?
The government leased the land to them for 99 years.
You gave this city its cloth
and the mill owners will now strip you naked.
Shame! Shame!
In the past two years.
Khaitan Mill has forcibly laid off 700 workers
and held back their money.
1,200 workers have slaved here for six months without pay.
It's the same story in all Mumbai mills.
But, never forget
if they kick us in the stomach
we'll go for their jugular.
-They will relent. -We won't stop till they do.
My fellow workers
every mill needs a strong union leader.
In our mill.
Arvind Rane robustly performs that task at Khaitan Mill.
You must support him.
-Arvind Rane, go ahead! -We are with you.
They will relent. We won't stop till they do.
I got Rane the job at the mill.
See, what a big man he is now.
-It feels good. -He's a fine man.
Long live the workers' union!
Clubs are trump.
Play carefully. We're winning.
That's good. Play cards all day.
-What happened at the mill? -There was an uproar.
The doctor screwed them all.
-We'll get the money this time. -Throw a party when you do.
Counting your chickens before they're hatched.
Uncle, hurry. Play the trump card.
-I would, if I did. -So, I'm the blind.
-I am sure. -Here. Go on, Chandu.
Beer for everyone.
So, what did you sell this time?
-Two rooms in the tenement. -Whose rooms?
Tarabai Dalvi.
-Who bought them? -A rich guy. He paid cash.
I've asked you for months to sell my room.
You did nothing.
Look at the state of it. Everyone runs away when they see it.
Have it painted, at least.
No money. I spent it all on my wife's TB treatment.
No wages, either.
We've waited so long. A few days more.
-They'll settle soon. -Screw it!
I'll sell my room. Return to the village.
Dad. Here you are.
-10 cents change? -I bought candy.
-How dare you? -What are you doing?
You're hitting a little girl.
-Come, Sumi. -Every penny counts.
Then, stop smoking. Loser!
-You got her out of school! -Who pays fees? My daddy?
Her teacher sent her home since her fees weren't paid.
We're beggars.
-What'll you do in the village? -Sell homemade liquor.
Sure. Sumi can run the counter. Shameless man.
-What's wrong? -That hurts.
-You've never waxed before? -No.
So, why now?
-I'm meeting him. -Who?
Who else? The grocer's son, Jignesh.
-First date? -Obviously.
So, you're waxing your legs?
Don't go all the way, on a first date.
Fleece the rich. Then, give in.
-Not even a kiss? -A kiss is okay.
Where are you meeting?
At Bandstand.
My darling, your body is aflame.
-Manju! I'm over here. -Come into my arms.
Come into the car!
-What are you staring at? -Sorry!
-How are you? -I'm okay.
-One moment. -What happened?
Pure gold. 22 carats. From Dubai.
-Really? -Yes.
Now, what?
-No, no, let go! -It's okay!
-I love you, darling. -Let me go!
-Now, what? -What do you mean, what?
Jumping on me like a monkey, while your father...
makes a fuss over our grocery bill. We always pay our bills.
When my father gets paid, I'll pay your father.
-Keep it. -I don't want it.
-I don't want it! -Keep it! Wait a moment.
You can tell my father you paid me.
Sure?
By God, I promise.
I love you.
Will you just stare at me like a monkey?
-Now, what? -Not that.
-Why? -Chitra said,
"Not on the first date. Fleece. Then, give in."
-What? -Nothing.
Only kissing, today.
-What the heck?! Bloody Vengsarkar! -What did I do?
It's not you! It's Vengsarkar! Sit.
He makes the wrong decision at the right time.
Gopal Sharma for Miandad? No way!
Miandad will hit it for a six.
I'll lick your feet, if I'm wrong.
-I'll slap you! -Me?
We need a left-arm bowler.
-Like Ghavri. -Mohan!
Enough cricket. Take the lunch boxes to the mill.
The siren is about to go off.
-She could be Vengsarkar's mother. -Why?
Makes a wrong decision at the wrong time.
Really?
-Who is Vengsarkar? -Get lost! Come here, fucker!
What's going on with you?
He doesn't know Captain Vengsarkar.
Why not say the Colonel?
-Come here. I'll break your teeth. -Stop it!
Will you stop being such a brat?
-Stop it. Deliver the lunch boxes. -Wake Naru. Ask him to go.
Why can't you go?
Yes, yes! A sixer! I told the boy.
Let's see about you now, Bugs Bunny!
-Trying to teach me. -You're impossible.
-Naru! -I hear you. I'm coming.
What the fuck!
Preening all day.
What's that?
-A chain. -Where did you get it?
-I got my salary. -You wretch!
No wheat in the house. We're surviving on credit.
-And you buy a chain. -It's fake.
From Dubai. I paid the grocer, too.
Honestly?
I gave the money to his son, Jignesh.
Sweet child. Learn from your sister.
Give me the lunch boxes.
I'd skin you alive if you weren't my older brother.
-The police will arrest you again. -Shut up!
In trouble with the police, again?
We were playing loud music on Gandhi's memorial day. That's all.
-You punk. -Mom! Look at him!
I'm going. Manju, give me my T-shirt.
-Go to the grocer's, Mohan. -Wow! Molinder's saved us.
Go to hell. Manju!
I'll go myself.
The chain doesn't look fake.
How can I afford a real one?
I know what you're up to.
Do you care what happens to me?
You're shameless.
Come on.
Speed Breaker! Wait.
What happened? Did you fall?
I won't do it again, Naru.
I'll slap you, if you don't tell me.
Forget it. Dad will hit me even harder.
-What happened? -Nothing.
He rented a cycle from Ramya's shop.
Returned it half an hour late.
He didn't have the money, so Ramya beat him up.
-Don't tell dad or else. -Damn it!
Take the lunch boxes to the mill gate.
Come on. Get going!
Drop it, Naru.
Hey, why are you still here?
Take it this evening.
-Okay, fine. -Leave it.
-Forget about it. Let it go. -Come on.
-Forget it! -Get it here.
-Just stand here. -Listen, Naru!
Here, close that.
-Morning, Ramya. -Naru!
-What brings you here? -I just dropped by.
How much for an hour's cycle rental?
One rupee. Don't you know?
-And half an hour? 50 cents? -50 cents.
Pakya! Come here.
Hurry.
Give him 50 cents. Go on!
For the extra time. Got your money?
-All paid, now? -Yes.
What about his broken nose?
Naru, these scumbags.
-Don't touch me. -Bastard!
Naru! Let it go!
-No! -Get up!
-Come on! -Naru, come on!
Watch it.
Let go, Naru!
You'll be sorry for this!
Let him go!
Naru, listen to me.
-You'll pay for this. -I will, will I?
Are you going to teach me?
-You fucker! -You don't know me!
-Naru, you'll regret this! -What are you going to do?
-Naru, let it go! -Stop it!
-You punk! -Speed breaker, stop him!
Hit one of my boys and I'll chop your hand off.
What the hell can you do to me?
-Pakya. -Coming.
-Pakya. -I'm coming.
-Where were you? -Getting a whooping from dad.
What are you doing?
-I'm going for a rebound shot. -Use your thumb.
-I will, next strike. -I'll slap you. Do as I say.
You missed?
-My thumb is weak. -That's right.
Naru, give me a sip.
Your nose is broken. You'll catch a cold.
-It'll numb the pain. -Here.
-Playing your turn tomorrow? -I'm thinking.
He's thinking.
-You call that a sip? -The pain was killing me.
Loser!
Watanya, get some beer from Milton's.
-Hurry! Or give me the striker. -Watch this.
Cut, it seems.
-Champion. -Let's do this.
Great! Take that thumb shot, now.
-You decide. -The queen goes.
-Who's Naru? -Parshya wants you.
-Where to? -Play my turn.
I'll be right back.
-Naru! -Don't go alone.
Speed Breaker, pass the striker.
So, hit me.
If I don't fix you, I'm not my father's son.
You fucker!
Don't touch him. I'll kill you.
-You've had it! -Talk to him!
Doesn't he get it?
Damn you!
Let's get him!
Four against one?
If you have the balls, take us one at a time.
-Get back! -Back off!
Scum, come here.
One slap and you'll piss in your pants.
Parshya, you only pick on the poor.
This swine broke his nose for a penny while you sit and drink.
You can't talk back to him!
Stop it!
Come here.
Tell me what happened.
They're beggars. They'll sell you out, too.
Are you lecturing me?
-You hit children? -But, sir...
-No. -What the heck?
-No, no, no! Mother... -Sorry, Bhai!
Don't come back.
What is this?
Why didn't you come to me?
Got bashed up for nothing.
I have my pride, too.
I don't like bowing down before anyone.
Look, if you need anything, just ask me. Okay?
-Have some whisky. -No. I drink beer.
Damn it! Some beer for him.
What about us?
Pakya, stop it.
Come on!
-Watch it! -What happened?
-What happened?
Everywhere, there is globalization.
Only mill owners are forced to consider the welfare of workers.
But, shutting down a mill isn't easy.
Sir, everything is easy, if you put your mind to it.
Listen!
-Calling from the mill. -Hello?
-Is sir there? -Yes, just a minute.
-It's for you. -Who is it?
It's from the mill.
-Hello? -A wireman has had an accident.
-Is he dead? -No. A head injury.
They've taken him to the hospital.
-We'll worry about it tomorrow. -Okay, sir.
-And please don't disturb me. -Okay, sir.
-So, where were we? -Globalization.
Yes, globalization. For whom?
Only for multinationals? Let the rest die?
Start a multinational. Who's stopping you?
Mr. Patkar ran the mill all our lives.
That's what we do!
We can keep a few departments open.
We need your support.
Our government was with you during the last strike too.
Yes.
-What else do you need? -Permission to sell the mill land.
Do you want our government toppled?
The workers are unhappy enough, if we agree, that'll be the end.
-There's a solution. -Yeah?
Natasha.
Mr. Patkar, a foolproof plan.
This is Khaitan Mill.
We keep the processing unit running
and demolish the units that have already been shut down.
Build a huge shopping mall
with bowling alleys, restaurants, multiplexes.
Three towers of 30 floors high.
Residential homes and corporate offices.
We'll make big money
and pay the workers their dues at once.
What about rising unemployment?
Sir, they'll find work.
The malls will need sales personnel, after all.
Families living in the high-rises will hire servants
and security guards. Loads of work, sir.
Let us make a little money.
Election time is coming up. Your party will need funds.
Mr. Khaitan, your son-in-law's smart.
I'm really scared of him.
You're joking, sir.
-Sir, can I make you a drink? -Sure.
-Let's continue at the poolside. -Brilliant.
-Let's go. Yes, yes. -I'll just join you.
-Come on, let's go. -Okay.
Who's with your wife? A relative?
Dessert for you? After dinner.
-Let's have dinner. -Please, sir.
Rane, I won't spare him.
Govind, stop.
Who does he think he is?
Waman has 25 stitches in his skull. Two leg fractures.
He can't walk for six months and you give him 10,000?
Why was he drunk at work?
Do you want to see the hospital report?
The bastard's paid for a bogus report.
-Rane, he's crossing the line. -So? What will you do?
Shut up, Govind.
Mahendra, you'll pay Waman a higher compensation.
-I can't. -We'll go to labor court.
-As you wish. -Is that so?
Why argue with the dog?
-So get out! -Hey!
If I see you alone, I'll cut off your balls and make you beg.
-Fucker! -Let him go.
Stop. Come with me.
-Let me finish him off. -No, Govind. Let's go.
Why must you stop me?
Sign.
-Sign. -Huh?
-You'll soon be done for. -What is it?
I gave you 200 rupees. You write 2,000.
-Yes, sign it. -What's wrong with you?
So lost in your match?
It's the last over. We need 70 runs.
Mohinder needs to survive.
You and your cricket. Take that.
-What bit you? -We're losing.
Why did he play a rash shot at the second last ball?
India will win.
Balls. No decent batsman left.
-We'll still win. -How?
Buy me a beer first and I will tell you.
-Hey, where are those eggs? -Forget the eggs.
Tell me. How will India win?
The match is fixed.
Fixed?
Pakistan is fifteen to one. India is eight to one.
Who will people bet on? Pakistan.
But, India will win.
The bookies will make a big pile.
Dinkar, what's eight to one? Fifteen to one?
Look at that.
Say you bet one rupee on India and India wins
you get 8 rupees.
-If I bet 100? -800.
If I bet 25,000?
Naru's mother!
Naru's mom! The police are coming to your place.
-What? -What?
-Yes! -Oh, no!
-What is it? -Is Mohan your son?
-He stole 25,000 rupees from the bank. -Oh, my God! No!
A case hasn't been filed.
Pay up and free your son. DeLisle road police station.
-Dad, what should we do? -This house is cursed.
-It's just bad luck I was born here. -But...
What happened?
Pakya? What's going on?
-Naru! -What are you doing?
We have to do something.
Listen, here's 2,000 rupees.
Come on.
Should I come, too? I don't feel well.
The men in the Dhuri family are cowards.
-Come on, Manju. -No. That's not case.
I could be there, if you want.
-Sir, I got all the money I had. -What use is this?
It's not even 7,000 rupees.
-What about the rest? -We'll pay bit by bit.
We've never cheated anyone.
The bank manager didn't file a case.
-You must pay 25,000 rupees. No choice. -Sir.
Sir, my father's pension is due any day.
We'll pay when we get it.
-Mohan isn't a criminal. -I didn't say so.
It isn't my call.
Talk to the bank manager. He's there.
Useless punk!
Mohan. Mohan.
Mom.
-Mohan? -What's up? Did the cops let you go?
The police let him go after I gave them 25,000 rupees.
-But, how? -Does that matter? It's your debt.
I repaid the debt for being born in this family. All settled now.
Don't stand there. Come inside.
I'm going out of town for 10 days.
To write a play.
Don't get into trouble till I return.
Mom, I'm...
Mom! What are you doing?
Why are you taking revenge on us?!
Because of you, I had to go in a police station!
I had to go to a police station!
Stop it, Mom!
Why steal the bank's money?
Jump in front of a train.
-Don't touch me. -I made a mistake.
Won't you forgive your mother?
You told me to jump in front of a train.
I will. I'll kill myself.
I spoke in anger.
All I have is you children.
I hit you so hard.
Why did my hands not break?
I hit my boy.
Mohan is naive.
The poor boy thought, he'd pay for my wedding.
- He's unlucky. -Uh-huh.
Everything he does always goes wrong.
He lost his job, too.
-Who knows, what he'll do now? -Uhhh.
Forget Mohan.
Listen! Do you have it?
-It's no fun with it on. -What if something goes wrong?
Don't be scared. I'm here.
Will you marry me if I get pregnant?
Of course! I love you, right?
-Wait. -Now, what?
Put off the light.
-Leave it. -I'm shy.
Digambara, Clothed by Sky, signifying that He is ever-free
Shirdi is my Pandharpur Sai Baba is the husband of Rama
Baba is the presiding deity there
Pure devotion is like river Chandrabhaga
Our devotional feelings for Pundalik have awakened
Come along, all the people, pray Baba and pray Sai...
Dad, mom is spitting blood.
-Will mom die? -Sumi.
-Come with me. Eat something. -Aunt.
I sent Babu for the doctor.
-Should I call an ambulance? -No.
Kashiram, it will be fine.
She'll be free, if she dies.
Ghanashyam dares to challenge us?
He's riding on Anwar's back.
-Shoot him in the leg. No! -In the head?
Scare them. That's all.
Kill him and we get into trouble.
Hold on.
-Here. -What?
Is the gun real?
No, you stammerer. It's a Diwali firecracker.
Not "stammerer.” My name is Speed Breaker.
-What are you waiting for? -We don't know how to use it.
As if I was born shooting.
Hold it like this. Aim.
Pull the trigger.
Go on.
-Come here. -What's up?
-Here's 10,000 rupees. -What?
Go. The Ganesh immersion is over.
-You know, what this is? -A gun.
-This is a bullet. -The bullet.
Spit it out.
-The bullet goes in. -Look at the hole.
Look through it and close it.
-We call a gun a "horse." -But, it's no ordinary donkey.
Don't be stupid.
-Let's go. -Where to?
-I'm coming too. Bang, bang. -Think I'm going on a picnic?
Get some beer. I'll be back.
LP! London Pyarelal!
When someone...
We have to serve the Lord too, since he does so much for us.
Don't think Anwar is going to protect you.
Parshya called and yet you didn't come.
-What about Parshya's money? -I'll pay next week.
I have to get back to him with something if I give you time.
-Talk to Parshya. -Keep moving. I'll put a bullet in you.
-Explain it to him. Listen to me! -I'll explain it to you.
-Today! -Don't do this!
-How are you, Aunt? -All's well.
Come on.
Keep it in there.
Fast!
How are you, Mother India?
What's all this?
-Some snacks. -Robbed a store?
I earned it with my sweat. Where's the old man?
Playing cards near the mill.
-No problem. Pakya, leave. -Yes.
Rum for the old man.
Naru, you didn't pull off a heist, right?
No, Mom. Everything's okay!
Now, stop making lunch boxes.
You and father go on a pilgrimage.
I'll pay.
Keep this money.
Is the money clean?
-Sure, Mom. Get me tea. -Really?
-Offer the money to the Gods. -Okay.
Mr. God. That's for you.
Naru has finally seen the light!
Seen Mohan?
-He's next door. With his sponsor. -Yes.
Mr. Savardekar.
This boy's never at home. Always at his aunt's.
Babu has gone for weeks.
God knows, what he's writing.
Don't worry. I'll produce his play.
Hey, Naru, please find a job for Mohan.
I'll send him to Dubai.
-Send Shinde to heaven, first. -What has he done?
What did he do? First, give me tea.
I asked him for 11 rupees. For the Shivaji festival.
He said, he'd hit me 11 times.
No one respects King Shivaji.
He's right. Poor guy.
Where will he get 11 rupees?
-Do we cancel the celebrations? -No way.
It's the only celebration left for us Maharashtrians.
What do we do, then?
Ask the shopkeepers to pay.
I'll pay the rest.
Tomorrow, we're watching "Amar Akbar Anthony." Good idea?
-Who's in it? -Amitabh Bachchan.
-Amitabh Bachchan! -Yes!
Wow!
Fantastic.
Come down, my dear wife.
I'm tired. Sleepy.
Come and see Amitabh Bachchan. What an actor!
Should we stop the film and watch your love story, instead?
Shut up!
He won't shut up, loser.
Mind your own business!
Wow! That's the man.
-Be quiet. -Come on!
I'll slap you.
Shut up! Watch the movie.
Who farted?
Jairaj! That's napalm for the nose!
You killed a dozen rats with that smell.
Shut up!
-Mohan, where to? -To piss.
Go, right here.
I'm not uncouth like you.
Go here, it seems. Keep your eyes on the movie.
Move it.
Mohan's gone upstairs. Come on.
-So what? -Auntie's gone inside too.
Want to join them?
Just watch the movie.
Watch my hands.
What are you doing?
Take off your shirt.
-What are you doing? My buttons. -I'll buy you a new shirt.
Mohan, Mohan.
Auntie, your nails are hurting me.
Hurry, Mohan.
-Slow down, Auntie. -I've waited too long.
Twelve years, since I married.
Give me a child.
I'm tired of being labeled "barren."
I'm never invited to any auspicious occasions.
They exclude me because I'm childless.
I went to my nephew's christening two years ago
and I was slapped because I kissed him.
My husband isn't a bad man.
But, God does not give a good man everything.
Mohan, give me a child.
What's wrong with you?
I ate junk food. It disagreed with me.
You've been throwing up since yesterday.
-That's when I ate it. -Manju...
I'd have five children today if I hadn't lost one during childbirth.
I may be uneducated. But, God gave me common sense.
What do you mean, Mom?
You didn't get your periods, last month.
It happens. The doctor said it too.
Which doctor?
Doctor Aslani.
No!
His clinic is closed now.
I'm very scared.
Tell me the truth. Swear to God.
-Why bring shame on yourself? -No!
What did you do?
Why bring shame on yourself?!
Who is he? Who is he?!
-Jignesh. -Who is Jignesh?
-The grocer's son. -What are you saying?
Jignesh was married five years ago.
His wife is 17 years old now.
He's gone to Rajkot to bring her back.
We'll be ruined if his in-laws find out.
Ma'am, do something!
-No, I won't. -Do you want a bastard child?
Let Jignesh return. He promised to marry me.
He's married. He's bringing his wife home.
You're lying. Let him come back.
And if he doesn't? Your stomach will blow up in two months.
-Manju, what have you done? -Let me explain.
-Get out my way! -Listen to me!
-Listen! -What's wrong with you?
-Who is it? -Mom.
Who did this to you? Tell me.
-Let me go, Manju! -No!
You bitch! Who did you peddle yourself out to?
-Tell me! -Let him go!
Kill me! Pour kerosene on me!
I'll burn her. Listen to the way the bitch talks.
Baba.
Hey, Baba!
Baba!
Mohan, see what dad wants.
-What's it? -Water.
-He wants water, Baba. -Give it, then. Why tell me?
You get it. Don't shout.
Will your hands drop off serving him?
No, Mom. He's got to try and get up.
Or else, how will he recover?
Hero, don't get up. I'll give you some water.
Mom! Stop that racket.
I can't write a word.
Go and write where it's quiet.
No point arguing.
What's up, Anant?
-Mr. Rane! Rane is here, Mom. -What?
-Get up! -Come in.
-Where are you going? -Next door, where else can I go?
-Hello! -No, Master, don't get up.
-What brings you here? -I haven't met him in ages.
Govind, sit down.
-Who is he? -Govind Rahate.
He's in the union with me. He lives nearby in Rangari Badak Chawl.
-I see. Hello. -Hello.
-My son knows you. -Who?
Ganpat.
He's called Speed Breaker.
-So, you're his father? -Ahh.
I'll make some tea. Manju, give them some water.
Well, Master, how are you feeling?
It's no fun at the union meetings without you.
Get well soon. We have a battle ahead.
-You can't stay in bed. -Water.
Manju has really grown up.
Yes. She has.
Look at the state I'm in. Don't even have my pension.
Mohan lost his job.
Now, she's all grown up.
Master, don't worry. Everything will be all right.
Don't cry. Don't cry.
-Can I ask you something? -Go ahead, Rane.
I'll be at peace...
when she's married.
Bless the married couple...
Sorry. I tried coming earlier.
I'm late, even on my wedding night.
I am married... twice over.
To you... and to the union.
We had a meeting at the mill gate.
I had papers and agreements to check.
Sorry again.
Are you hungry?
I ate.
-Good. -Shall I serve you?
No. I ate something at the mill.
There's another meeting tomorrow.
Baburao and the others say, "Call Rane, call Rane."
The green sari suits you.
I want to tell you something.
I had an affair before marrying you.
Yes. Your father mentioned it.
But, still you married me? Was it out of compassion?
I guess, you did me a favor.
No, it's no favor.
-What are you asking me? -I'm not asking you anything.
I have to tell you something.
I once decided...
that I'd rather die hungry
than marry a mill worker.
The poverty, the anxiety.
One new sari a year. Barely two meals a day.
A child every two years.
That's all my mother got in life.
When I began to understand,
I saw her die, bit by bit.
Now, I will share the same fate.
When I hear the mill siren, my heart races with fear.
I have to get used to it now.
Don't just sit there.
Switch off the light. Do what's done after marriage. Hurry.
You've got a meeting. I have work, too.
Bugs Bunny. Good shot!
You can finish it off.
Take this first.
Well done!
Not that one! Here. The Queen.
Think I'm an asshole? I know what I'm doing.
Play the way you want.
Don't you listen to this, okay?
I told you so!
-Sorry, sorry. -You didn't catch that, right?
Come and eat.
The last game. Five to win.
-Go. I'll take your place. -Like you take his wife.
-What did you say? -Nothing at all!
-Don't mess with me. -Why would I?
Hey, Naru!
How are you, Naru?
What's wrong with him?
Never mind. Go and eat.
-You first. -I ate.
Oh, that crazy wind is blowing.
Naru, where were you for two days?
Glad you're here. The food's ready.
What's wrong, Naru?
Baba, how did you get 25,000 rupees?
-What 25,000 rupees? -The cash to free Mohan.
Where did you get money to bail him out?
Mind your own business.
Bloody bastard!
-Are you crazy? -Me? Crazy? You nut.
He sold his kidney for 25,000 rupees.
-What have you done? -Let me go!
-He's talking crazy. -Vijay, the hospital ward boy told me.
You were at the hospital for 15 days.
God, what have you done? Why?
I can survive with one kidney.
Why didn't you ask me? I would've given you money.
Well, did you? Did anyone?
Everyone thinks, I don't care about the family.
But, I do care! I care.
I earn nothing.
I can't help it. No one produces my plays.
No one does!
Enough, Baba.
His kidney...
Hi, Dad.
What brings you here?
I had to come.
What are you up to?
We decided not to shut the weaving department.
-You took away the machines. -It was a necessary decision.
Do you know what happened?
Whatever it is. It's good for us.
The workers are enraged.
For a while, they will be.
But, if we don't make harsh decisions, they'll sit on our heads.
Intimidate them and they'll compromise.
-But, son... -Chill, Dad.
Let me make you a drink.
They will fulfill the workers' demands.
Won't you say something?
The workers may die, but I won't talk to the boss.
Don't be so negative.
Sir, you're with them, now!
You were once a union leader. Have you forgotten?
-What do you want from me? -We have two conditions.
Reopen all the mill units.
Pay the workers their dues.
Your demands will be met.
But, you must make concessions, too.
-Meaning? -Meaning?
The workers must be paid. No compromise.
Mr. Khaitan has problems, too.
Allow him to sell part of the mill land.
Then, he'll pay the workers in one action.
Promise. I promise.
All departments must open tomorrow.
Yes, right away. The night shift, right?
Long live Arvind Rane.
Long live the worker's union!
Long live Arvind Rane!
Long live the worker's union!
Long live Arvind Rane!
Long live the worker's union!
We've won! Let's celebrate!
-There's enough for everyone. -It's all thanks to him.
-Where's Rane? -At court. He's on his way.
What do you mean? There he is!
-Long live Arvind Rane! -Long live!
-Long live the worker's union! -Long live.
-Long live the worker's union! -Long live!
-Long live Arvind Rane! -Long live!
-Long live Arvind Rane! -Enough!
Mr. Rane, where's Govind?
The lawyers' papers weren't ready.
So, Govind is waiting for them.
-Long live Arvind Rane! -Long live!
Why stand outside the mill? Why not go in?
The gates are closed.
Closed?
-Where's the watchman? -He's not here, yet.
Watchman?
Hey, Watchman?
Watchman?
They... they conned us!
Sumi!
Sumi! What happened to her?
Hamida, my dearest friend, Hamida.
Khaitan mills declared a lockout.
We expected it to be lifted in a few days.
But, six months went by.
One by one, textile mills were either closing,
-being shut down, or burnt down. -I'm writing this letter to tell you.
I'm doing well.
Those childhood memories,
the scent of tamarind.
They still remind me of you.
I know
how jealous you were at my engagement
when you heard that I'd settle in Mumbai...
after my marriage.
I always lied to you.
I said I lived in a mansion.
I'm dying a slow death in a room smaller than a bathroom
I manage to eke out a living.
My husband's meager salary
barely paid for expenses.
We needed pesticides to kill cockroaches every month.
It's been four months, now.
My children haven't gone to school.
No money for fees or food.
We have no idea what to do.
After so many years
I feel great pity for the cockroaches.
How bitter the pesticide tastes!
I've realized that today.
The reason for writing this letter
is to say everything is okay.
Despite the hardships, the workers trusted
in the union leader, Dr. Sawant.
One day, like usual,
the doctor was reading the morning papers
when a gas cylinder exploded.
Was it deliberate or an accident?
No one knows. But, it stunned the workers.
Why are you hiding that stove?
Not hiding it. Getting it repaired.
Nothing to cook anyway.
Selling their stoves, their jewelry, their utensils,
even selling the copper in wiring
the workers somehow got by.
There came a day when they had nothing to sell.
Or maybe they did have something.
Yes. There was something.
-A smoke? -No more bidis.
Enough smoking. It's midnight.
-Let's go home. -A little later.
The children are still awake.
I promised I'd get them something to eat.
-I ate today. -How come?
I went to my sister-in-law's house.
She was sulking.
I waited shamelessly till dinnertime and ate heartily.
You're lucky.
Ten rupees.
Where does Sangeeta work, at this hour?
Working? Like hell.
She's a hooker.
Not even the vegetable-vendor looks at my wife.
Let's go. This place is scary.
The state of the workers was alarming.
But, their children were doing worse.
What's up?
What do you mean? I've been putzing scratching my balls.
Now, they hurt.
If his luck is fucked, what can the fucker do?
Here's another fucker. Ask him.
-Hi, Pakya. -Your hand is bleeding.
-My father's teeth. -Teeth?!
He was drunk.
He asked my mother for food. There was none.
So, he slapped her.
-I lost it. I gave him one. -You hit your father?
If mom hadn't stopped me, I would've torn into him.
What can you expect, today?
No relationship is sacred in these times.
So true. What's up?
Not much. Not even a dog came past.
So, we go hungry again today.
My stomach is eating itself.
Wait. There's a sucker.
Let's go!
You brats! See how late it is.
Did your parents throw you out?
No. But, mom did spit me out of her womb.
I don't blame her.
Hey, lush, give us 40 rupees for some food.
I don't owe you shit. Shameless brat.
Give it! You have money for alcohol.
Don't touch my pocket. Or I'll fix you.
He asked you for money! Give it.
-Loser. -Loser?
Hit him! Let him have it!
Go on! Hit the bastard!
-I'll be right back. -Where to?
Hang on, I said.
What are you looking at? Drunk!
Don't look at me. Save the staring for my wedding day.
-How much did he have? -The idiot had only 40 rupees.
The food stall never shut.
But, the children's hunger grew and their boldness, too.
What happened had to happen.
Naru, I promise. I didn't take the Don's money.
Was his wife lying?
You stole her bag from the car.
Tell us, where the money is and you can go.
I don't have any.
You swine! You're getting beaten like a dog for 5,000 rupees?
Where is it?!
-What the heck?! -What's wrong with you?
The bastard isn't talking. Let me.
-Take over. He'll sing like a parrot. -Look at your face.
It's nothing. The swine.
-I told you, back off! -Why don't you speak?
-Take him away. -I'll hammer you!
-Come on! Let's go. Be quiet. -Let go!
My boys are dogs.
For now, they've only split your head, they'll kill you next.
Boeing, answer that.
Pay up or I won't let you go.
-Who is it? -Shalu?
Shalu, here.
-Is he around? -Naru?
-Is he there? -He isn't here.
-Where is he? -He's out.
Put it down!
Oh, shit!
Are you messing around with the flower girl?
I want to. Forgot I had a date with her.
All because of this bastard.
Shall I go?
I'll be right back. Promise!
-What about him? -Let him stay put. I'll be back.
Talk! Why get beaten for nothing?
Shall I find out why?
I'll be back in an hour. Don't let the boys drink.
-Stop drinking. -Yes, Naru.
You fucker!
Where's the money?
-Where's the money? -Hit him, Pakya.
The kids are losing it!
Just tell them.
Hit him, Pakya.
So 1,000 rupees is with your sister-in-law.
And the rest?
I spent 2,000 rupees.
It's gone? And the rest?
My wife has 2,000 rupees.
Your wife? You just saved your skin.
Shoot him.
Come on! Back off!
Back off!
Come on!
Pakya! No.
How are you, Manju?
-Hi, Manju. -Manju, you're very late.
I thought, you weren't coming.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Why are you so quiet?
I need some money.
-Money? -We must buy dad his medicine.
There's none left.
The rent is due.
My mother came crying to me.
How much do you need?
-At least 5,000 rupees. -Oh, no.
I don't have it. I have 1,000 rupees. Okay?
It won't help.
There'd be no problem if Naru was here.
Where is he?
He's in jail. For the past three months.
On an attempted murder charge.
What'll you do now?
Will you eat something?
No.
I will go home with my husband.
He's here already.
-He's here? -He's sitting inside.
You're here. Oh good.
You're late. We'll leave in a minute.
Tomorrow, the boss negotiates. Things are looking up.
Oh, God! Are you pregnant?
I want a son, first. A daughter means more expenses.
Did you call us here to mock us?
Pay the workers in installments? And 60% pension
plus we hand in our resignations?
We'll have to borrow money to pay to you.
You take us for fools!
While you buy fancy cars...
tear down your old house and a build new one.
You spend more on pet food in a month than a mill worker earns in a lifetime.
Rane. It's pointless to argue.
I promise.
When the mill land is sold, I'll pay the workers immediately.
This agreement is no guarantee.
Who will trust your promises?
For six months, you've played a waiting game with the workers.
Their wives now work as servants.
The children are hooligans. Many people have committed suicide.
Yet, you still play around with us.
It's a pity about Kashiram's suicide.
In fact, I have his compensation check.
-Here, in the drawer. Take it. -Do I build a temple in his name?
They would still be alive, if you had paid on time.
Greedy bastard.
Your dad is the greedy bastard!
I've had enough.
I'll break your limbs.
You third-rate beggar.
Govind!
He dared to call me a beggar.
Who made me one?
We're done talking, Rane. Please, get out.
Govind...
You'll be on your knees one day, Mr Khaitan.
I said, get out!
Govind, let's go!
-It's not enough. -Won't 500,000 do?
To bump him off?
-He's a two-bit mill worker. -But, it's still murder.
-So? -700,000.
550,000.
600,000. Last offer.
-What's that? -An advance. 300,000.
Done. Take it.
-Warwantya. -Yes, boss.
Call the lawyers
and get Naru out on bail.
-Hey, Warwantya. What's up? -What?
-Drink it later. -Okay. Fine.
I raise you a hundred.
That's my hundred.
Boss, it's Naru.
Naru! Welcome.
You said, you'd get me out in 15 days. I was in for two months.
I had a little problem.
Would I do it on purpose?
-I had a problem. -What problem was it?
The police gave me the third degree, twice!
I raise 200. Naru, are you okay now?
-I'm okay. -I have a sweet contract for you.
-Two bags full. -200,000?
-200,000? Rub him out? -Rub him out?
Rub him out? Must be a big shot.
No. Some bloody mill worker.
-Mill worker? Who is he? -I don't know yet.
200,000 for a mill worker?
They've gone up in the world.
Pakya, play! Have a swig.
Naru! Naru!
Parshya's men are bullshitting.
They say, you're going to pop a mill worker.
-They're right. -Don't pull my leg.
Why a mill worker?
Well, they're dying anyway. They'll be free.
200,000 for us.
We'll take your parents and mine and settle in Konkan.
It doesn't seem right to me.
Sure. But, we've got to make money.
What money?
I won't give you permission!
You won't do what?
Give you permission.
You think, I need it? You loser.
I made you my friend. Now, will you piss in my ear? Fucker.
Won't give me permission. Guys. It's going to rain.
Let's get this stuff in. You come with me to eat.
Have your tea.
-Tea? -Get lost!
Why are you shouting?
That tea has burnt through my guts.
Don't worry. Things are getting better.
Where is Rane?
He said, the court verdict will be in our favor.
But, where is Rane?
He was in court all day. I asked him to go home.
The strike must end. Our kids are getting out of hand.
You're right.
I'm going to make my son, Speed Breaker, a mill worker.
My wife told me he's started drinking.
It's not his fault. I was drunk, the other day and hit my wife.
My son hit me right back.
Speed Breaker told me.
-Do you have a smoke? -Sure, I do.
Watch it! Govind!
Run! Govind Rahate's been hit.
-Call the police! -Govind Rahate was shot!
Call the police!
Call Mr. Rane, at once! Govind's been shot!
Don't cry.
Stop it, Naru.
What's done is done.
Don't stress over this.
Parshya, it was Govind! Govind!
I killed Govind. Why didn't you say he was the target?
I didn't know.
-Mahendra didn't tell me. -Screw Mahendra.
Govind was Speed Breaker's father.
Naru!
Damn you to hell!
Speed Breaker?
You motherfucker!
Let go, Speed Breaker.
-Stop it! -He didn't know.
I swear on my mother. I didn't know.
You killed my father. You bastard.
Get him off!
-Stop it! You fucker! Listen to me. -I'll kill you!
-I swear on my mom! -I won't let you get away!
-Take him away! -Hit him!
-I'm going to kill you! -I swear to you!
-I didn't know it was your dad! -You punk! Just you wait!
-Hello? -Hello!
The police know Naru's the culprit.
-What? -The police know. Now, what?
-Now, what? -Okay. Hang up.
-Solve one problem, another shows up. -What?
The police know Naru is the murderer.
-How? -Mahendra must've told them.
Naru Bhai, what do we do, now?
What happens to me?
Don't worry. I'll handle it.
Lie low for a few days.
But, Parshya, I...
Your family will get 200,000 in a few days.
I'll make sure.
-Go before the police get here. -Let's go, Naru.
-What shall we do, Naru? -Follow me.
-Now, what? -What the hell can we do?
Let's go, move it. Sign here.
Hurry. Come forward. Collect your first installment.
-Name? Jadhav. -Jadhav.
Your first installment.
You'll get the second, next month. Sign here.
-Name? -Dilip Waghade.
You're accepting the money?! You're accepting the money?!
The Management is cheating us. Don't take the cash!
-Listen to me. Don't take this money. -Back off!
They're making fools of us.
You're in line, too?
Listen to me. Don't take the money.
Get lost, Rane! Or else, I'll slap you.
You'll do what?
You're taking the money, too.
The court will decide in a month.
-Listen, wait. -Rane, go!
You damn union leaders have ruined us.
Didn't you back me? Aren't you a union member?
Rane, don't mess with my head.
Be smart. Get in line.
Don't take the money.
I told you. Don't mess with me.
-Explain to your brother-in-law. -Forget it. He's a loser.
-You'll regret it. -What? Let's go.
You were wrong.
Why are you getting so heated up? Calm down.
How can I?
I understand the others taking the money.
But, you?
-You betrayed your son-in-law. -Rane.
-You were fighting a lost cause. -How?
The Soviet Union is crumbling. But, you leftists don't get it.
You can't fight Capitalism.
Forget your Marxist ideas.
But, who knows Marx here?
The Left will win one day. Remember that.
You're blinded by money.
They're taking advantage of that.
-Brother-in-law, don't shout! -I'm shouting? Me?
Months of work washed away!
-Couldn't you wait? -How much longer?
People have died. Others did things they hate.
Begging is all that's left.
He won't let us beg. He prefers we starve to death.
Ungrateful bitch. What did you say?
Hey, let her go!
Stop making a fuss or else I'll hit you!
-Mohan! -Me? Making a fuss?
I've worked for everyone's benefit.
No one values me.
Me? Making a fuss?
I'm a fucker. A right fucker.
Fucking worthless. It's all over.
Shameless. Rane!
-Rane! -Manju, I'm worthless.
Mohan, wait.
Dhuri.
Hey, Dhuri.
Duri!
Find out what's wrong.
What's going on? Speak to me.
-Dad! -What happened? Speak to me!
-I'll get the doctor. -Hurry up and go.
-No use, now. He's gone. -Dhuri!
Don't cry, Naru.
-It's all right. -Balls, Pakya.
My father is dead. I couldn't even attend the funeral.
I'm hiding from the police like a pussy.
Datadya! Hey, Datadya!
-What's up, Boeing? -Look at that.
-They are over there. -Let's go.
Oh, shit!
Go and tell Naru.
Your mother, Mohan and Manju are here.
Mom's here?
Hit me.
Why are you looking at me?
Hit me. I fucked up.
I couldn't come to my own father's funeral.
I killed Speed Breaker's father for 200,000.
Take it. Shoot me. Please shoot me!
No, I won't. No easy way out.
You'll pay for it.
You're walking into hell.
I know. I made a mistake.
But I promise, I'll surrender to the police.
Dad's prayers are on Friday.
I'll be there. Don't do it here.
The police are looking for me.
Do the prayers a day earlier... at Versova beach.
I'll come in the morning.
-Let's go. -Let's go.
Eat it. It's homemade.
Eat it.
Use Parshya's 200,000 rupees carefully.
What 200,000 rupees?
-Hello, Mr. Mahendra. -Parshya, why did you call?
We killed Govind eight days ago, the 300,000 isn't here yet.
He was a loser. Not worth the advance.
But, we agreed to 600,000.
If I pay so much for a loser
it will ruin my reputation. And yours.
-Are you paying or not? -We'll see.
There's tension at the moment. Don't call me again. I don't like it.
Do you take us for dogs, fucker?
-Bastard Mahendra! -What's wrong?
He's going back on his word.
-He says, he won't pay. -Let's pop him.
-No point. -What do we do, now?
300,000.
If you had paid me sooner, the old man would still be alive.
You're being paid because he's dead.
-What? -My father-in-law was a good man.
But, he had no foresight.
He spent his life worrying about the mill workers.
He lost millions.
Mr. Mahendra, you're more dangerous than me.
I'm practical.
Stop being a two-bit thief. Stick with me. You'll do well.
Yes, boss.
Let's go.
-What a bastard! -Yes.
Twisted man! He murdered his father-in-law.
Never be friends or enemies with his sort.
-Let's go to a strip club. -Have you nothing else to do? Pimp.
We were at the club, yesterday. Must you go every day?
-I'll take a leak. -Yes.
Stop drinking beer. Your tap's running. Hurry up.
The bastard's liver will burst someday.
-Hello, Parshya. -Hey!
I'll pump all six rounds in you. Hands up.
Pointing a gun at me? Me? Parshya?
You're my friend.
You pissed on our friendship.
What are you saying? Would I piss on friendship?
I've arranged to clear your name in the Govind murder case.
-Really? -Yeah.
-I swear on our friendship. -What about the 200,000?
I sent someone with the money. Twice.
Your house was surrounded by the police. Couldn't risk it.
Do I have sucker written on my head?
If you don't trust me, what can I do, Naru?
Here's 300,000.
Plus 100,000 for friendship. Count it.
It's all for you. It's all yours.
You idiot!
You dared to point a gun at me!
At me?
Give me that bag.
Why are you waiting?
Pull the trigger.
Let's work it out.
I made a mistake. Forgive me.
I'll give you a million.
Here's 300,000.
Seven more will come to you, at once.
The rest is at home. Come with me.
One and a half million?
I'll disappear from Mumbai. I'll go away.
Give me a chance, Naru.
Kill him. Let's go.
Pakya, take the money. I'm off.
I thought he'd go without paying us!
-What if he had? -I'd have shot him, too.
What do you ask? Let's go.
-Where to? -We've got what we want.
As I was walking along, I met someone.
Kesava, Narayana, Govinda, Vishnu...
We make offerings to all the great gods.
Apply the water to the forehead.
Offer the flowers and basil leaves.
Offer the water to the soul.
-Who else is expected? -The youngest is on the way.
He should've come. Start. Get to work.
Sorry, Mom. I am late, mom.
-The police are on my tail. -Come on. Pay your respects.
Sorry.
Naru, pray.
We pray for Tanaji Dhuri
for his peace and happiness. Accept it.
Let's pray for his soul. Everyone, call out to the crows.
Why?
Wasn't I your friend?!
Tell me, why?
Why did you kill my father?!
I didn't know. Honestly.
Forgive me.
Hit me.
I'm your right-hand man.
He was hitting me!
The gun will save me.
You hit Usman!
Forgive me.
I have no one. My father's gone and now you!
Who'll save me now, if someone hits me?
Get up!
Mohan, wake him up.
Forgive me, Naru.
I killed Naru!
The police never discovered who killed Naru.
My mother never told anyone.
My mother was an amazing woman.
Days went by
and people went on with their lives.
Then, one day...
after many years, I saw my mother happy again.
What are you leafing around for?
The ad is right here.
The play is called "The Frozen Volcano."
Playwright: Anant Dhuri.
-Director. -To hell with the director.
My son did what he set out to do.
My husband! Look!
Our son's name is in the papers.
Naru, you didn't produce it, but your brother's play was produced.
What a big advertisement!
Mom, stop reading the paper and come.
Where to? To buy a sari.
-Tomorrow, see the first show with me. -No!
I am shy. I won't get it.
Even if you don't, you'll have to.
If you don't, there'll be no performance.
Hurry, Mom. I must go to the rehearsals.
-Aunt, make tea for Mohan. -Don't worry, I will.
Leave that paper alone.
Mom?
Water.
Mom!
Mom never saw my first play.
While reading the papers, she...
Anant.
She endured a lot in life.
She suffered a lot.
But when she died, she had a smile on her face.
She was at peace.
How did you live this life?
We've always lived in a protected shell.
What extraordinary people they must have been.
-Full of life! -No, Mansi.
They always lived under the threat of death.
Life was lived under death's shadow.
Shall we go?
Where are Manju and Mohan, now?
-Do you want to meet them? -Absolutely.
Manju still lives in the old tenement.
-And Rane? -He lives in her place.
He had to sell his place because of the strike.
Here we are. Laxmi Cottage.
The same as ever. The tenement of the penniless.
Rane, get up! Your lunch is ready.
I have an afternoon appointment at the parlor. Hurry!
You'll complain if the food gets cold.
-You can be a real pain! Get up! -Hey!
-Baba! It's been ages! -I was busy!
-Mansi, my... -Yes, I get it.
Don't tell me, now. I don't have the time.
Sit, Mansi.
I've been up to my eye balls in work, the water hasn't been running.
I have dishes to do and cook and do all the chores. I get tired.
While, this gentleman sitting there does nothing to help.
-Some tea, Mansi? -No.
No? I must run to the parlor. We'll talk another time.
-How are you, Baba? -Doing fine.
-How are you? -Superb.
What brings you here?
He came to see me. Not you. Now, eat.
Manju, you forgot the salt again.
Get it yourself, Your Highness.
-Bring it, Manju! -What are you going on about?
I come home from work to serve him lunch, every day.
Can't he get up? Is he disabled?
-Union leader, my foot. -See, Baba, let me explain.
-Your sister is dumb. -Right!
The court decides this month.
The workers will be sorry.
What I'm saying is... no one understood my worth.
-His great worth caused their death. -What?
What did you say to me?
Eat in peace, my prince! Baba, I'll see you.
-See you. Mansi is sweet. -Yeah.
But, what does she see in you?
Rinse off the plate, dear.
-Baba, want some? -You go ahead. We must go.
I'll leave. I'm busy.
Come back, when you have the time. After the court's verdict.
We'll celebrate. Drink foreign liquor.
-I'll just put on my sandals. -Sure, go on.
-Aunt, can I have tea? -Mom, give me some chocolate.
-You won't get any! -Uncle, tell mom.
She won't give me any chocolate.
-I'll give you some. -No, Mohan.
-His teeth will rot! -He's my nephew. He'll be okay.
-Come on. -Let's go.
-Get dressed first. -I'm feeling hot.
I'll slap you. Now, get dressed. You've got a filthy habit, roaming naked!
-Mom, my clothes? -Tell Mohan to give them.
-Mohan! -Baba!
Baba?
-When did you come? -Just now. I met Manju.
You've gone grey! Come inside!
-No. I'm late. -Who is she?
Oh, sorry.
-Mansi. My... -You're married?
-No, we're not... -Live-in?
-Right? -Meaning?
You won't understand.
-Where's your husband? -He was right here.
There he is.
-How are you? -Who's that?
Oh God, the great writer himself!
-Come in. Have some beer. -Not today. Some other time.
Have you met my son?
Yes. The last time I came.
His name is Naru.
We miss him a lot.
Never mind. Doesn't he look like me?
Same to same. A carbon copy.
-Is she expecting, again? -We're old, but active.
We'll be off.
-Uncle, the chocolate. -Get dressed first.
-Mom, my clothes. -See you, Rane.
-Give me a cigarette. -I only have one.
Let's share it.
What a fascinating place!
To me, it's a graveyard of living corpses.
They'll soon build towers on these graves that will touch the sky.
Why are you laughing?
They say, dinosaurs once roamed the earth.
One day, they'll say mill workers existed once.
Let's go. I'm getting the shivers.
Do you want to see Jignesh?
Look at that!
-Let's go! -Where are the kids, now?
Vatanya and Datadya were shot running from the police a year ago.
Boeing has been in jail for two years.
Pakya works with Speed Breaker.
I expect they'll get shot by the police, one day.
What do they do?
They live in Parshya's old hideout, now.
They took it over, when Parshya died.
The hideout is just by the new Sea Link.
Parshya's men now work for Speed Breaker.
What do they do? Do I need to tell you?
No good beggars.
A yo, look a the beautiful skylines
This is the city of Mumbai
The city of gold
This is the city of dreams for everyone who comes down
Mumbai is the place where even slums have a crown
But this is a tale that you've never heard
This is the city of gold no place for you no more
Rhythm and groove brings in Vidyadhar
Listen to the story in a rhyme from Mahesh
Manjrekar
I want to say something folks
Listen this story, Mumbai
This city was based on seven islands
This was the house of coolie, storekeeper, pious people, Christian
They became one by reclamation
Slowly they pushed out all the common man
Girgaum went to Dombivali, Dadar went to Kandivali
Worli went to Airoli, The rest who stayed they got witted
Then those jerks attention went to a meeting
They took that to heart
Put fire for their fall
The workers run away
You are not worthy to live in here
Because this Mumbai has turned into city of gold
There was a time when you stayed in Mumbai
You lived here to fulfill your dreams
Now you don't have the ability to live here
Can't afford one square foot of land in here
This Lalbag Parel, 70,000 square foot, this was your house,
but this turned into the game of money
Hey, this is not the time for toys, See now you've grown old
This is the city of gold
This is the city of gold, understood, Brothers
A city of Gold
City of gold
With skyscrapers on the skyline
City of gold
No water in its pipelines
City of gold
Big cars with no place to drive
City of gold
It's so tough for common man to survive
So folks...
How you feel hearing story of Mumbai
Isn't it thrilling... or not
Hey, you all still live in Mumbai?
You guys are so lucky...