Come out.
This is murk.
Come out, princess. My mother is stuck inside.
-Mom. -Yes.
-This is necessary. -Come out, mother.
-I said its necessary. -Come out first. Then take it.
That's why it's said... never drink and drive.
Over here.
It's so murky here.
I have to wash my feet.
What the fuck was that?
Hey...
What is it?
It's priceless, papa. Priceless!
What is it?
When the moon isn't visible on a moonless night,
doesn't mean it's accepted defeat.
Next day, it shines with full glory.
So will I.
What happened?
Nothing.
You were hovering all over me like a fly.
You asked me more questions than the police.
Hey.
You won't understand.
I am sick, not crazy.
Try your luck.
The one I loved dumped me.
She couldn't wait for five years.
Wait.
It's a talent that is rare to find.
You will be here for five years.
Sooner or a couple of years later, she would find someone.
That's not the problem.
I pulled some strings to find out.
He is the son of my mom's biggest enemy.
"Son... of... your... mother's biggest enemy."
It's a cliched story,
but the ending can be rewritten.
What rewritten?
What can I do from in here?
Aren't you a thief?
Imagine this prison as a safe,
and crack it.
Get it.
"Masala (Spice)"
Another strike.
Next thing I know you got to be shooting guns.
Should I be worried?
My ex-boyfriend taught me.
Tarik did?
Shashank. Cop.
Before Tarik.
How soon you closed his case?
You are like Bali.
The king of Kiskindha.
Anyone he defeated,
he would take all his powers too.
It's a good deal.
But even I gave many things.
From a normal constable, I had Shashank promoted to ACP in a year.
And what about Tarik?
I made him Rampur's number-one thief.
Is he in jail?
Drop it.
What do you expect to take from me, and give me in return?
You?
You know everything, don't you?
You say it.
Now that really depends on,
who you really are.
Ooh... your turn.
Take better care of yourself.
You took good care of me, son.
-No, sir. -Keep it.
On the journey to Rampur... You gain strength
worry, and feel better.
All of them returned...
You weren't around for two whole months.
No pension.
And Chhappan didn't let us extort money.
Tomar has taken over your land business.
And Ismail got the liquor contract this year.
Bittu.
Text Ismail.
He might just quit.
If you want to make a comeback, sir, you have to fight for it.
And without money, it's impossible.
How long will you soak your hands in the blood of animals, Chauhan?
He'll break every law there is.
Never loses his attitude and pride.
If you crossed his path, that's not his problem.
You are back.
Thanks to friends like you.
Is gutting goats more fun than gutting men?
I was forced to do this because of Chhappan.
I had nothing to do when you were in the hospital.
I had no choice.
I had a family to run.
Come back.
Chhappan doesn't need me.
He fired me.
I need you, Chauhan.
How long will you keep making mincemeat with your knife?
Do what you really enjoy doing?
We'll rule again.
What do I have to do?
Chili flakes in a cocktail.
Is this revenge for defeating you in bowling?
This is a fine cocktail for a fine lady.
Hibiscus Pescador.
Do you love danger?
More than
you can imagine.
So...
let's get out of here without paying the bill.
Can you do it?
Any problem, sir?
Not at all.
In fact, I am here to compliment you.
Someone really loved your cocktail.
Because she's got such bloody good taste,
I want to take your taste to the world, sir.
I am a bit confused.
There are several foreign brands in India.
I want yours to be the one and only brand from Rampur,
that has a global presence.
That makes it to international platforms.
And because you make world-class cocktails,
I am going to give you a world-class offer.
I want to franchise your business.
But how much investment are we talking about?
Around 150 or 200 million.
Or even 250 million.
But the menu will need some alterations.
It will be done, sir.
This is your restro-bar now.
We'll do exactly as you say.
Fine, I will send the paperwork over to you tomorrow then.
Bill, please.
There is no need for that.
This calls for a celebration.
No need to pay the bill.
But I never celebrate alone.
I celebrate with everyone.
Okay, no issues.
Guys. Drinks on the house.
So?
How many men do we still have, Bittu?
Couple more.
Counting us three, Ajay, Santosh and Kuren.
What about Keshav?
Got arrested while looting a bank.
Rascal.
Couldn't wait for two months?
Restless idiot.
I tried to talk him out of it, sir.
Get him out.
We'll need him.
Thousands of desires, every desire worth dying for,
Several desires I expressed,
every desire worth dying for.
[Radio playing in a background]
[indistinct voice
"Love is what made me useless,"
"even I was a man of many talents."
Sir.
Can we change him like your new hair?
[Radio playing in a background]
You...
Hello, Chandani.
Mr. Pandey, you don't give up, do you?
Well done, brother.
Do you know what stalking is called in France?
-They call it 'traquer'-- -Listen, you foreigner...
I don't want to know what the French say.
But in the local language, it's called a lovers tiff.
That's what happened between Chandani and me.
You've known my Chandani for a couple of days now.
Yup.
Your Chandani.
You are very ambitious.
-Well done. -She is my Chandani.
She is my obsession. My passion.
And passion often makes you commit mistakes.
And you are that mistake, son. Understood.
You have an expiry date. So leave quietly.
-If you dare touch my Chandani-- -Calm down. Calm down.
People like you have to try.
And as for keeping my hands off...
You are my boy.
Let me tell you last night where these hands touched her and how.
She is a firecracker.
I mean, I go to the gym and still got exhausted.
I mean the sounds these mattresses made last night--
Hey!
Fine. I am keeping it back.
Who was it?
Maybe wrong number.
Tu m'as manquee.
Means.
I missed you.
Who talks to the wrong number for so long?
I do.
Badan Bhai.
You have one foot in the grave,
but your demands are phenomenal.
I am not running an institution for senior citizens.
And no one's afraid of you anymore.
Your time is finished.
Come on. Stop wasting my time.
Kabaddu.
Ramsing--
Move.
Your men will be needing an ambulance.
To carry your dead body.
Money.
Papa.
Uncle. Uncle.
Water.
Hold on.
-Water. -Wait...
I'll get it.
Get up, uncle.
Drink some water.
Anybody there?
Are you okay.
Anybody there?
Let it be.
No one is coming.
-No one is coming. -Why not...
Doesn't make a difference to them.
When I vacate this place,
they will put someone else here.
Don't say such things.
Is anyone listening?
Hey.
My time is done.
What done?
My time is done.
You.
You asked if I ever loved anyone so much.
The fourth manor in the lane
next to the mosque in Muradabad.
That's where she lives.
You can meet her when you get out.
You need to get well and get out of jail.
And then meet her.
There is no time for that.
What no time?
Why didn't you go meet her if you loved her so much?
Why didn't you escape?
Even she couldn't wait.
This...
When you get out of jail,
give this to my Azmat.
Who?
And tell her,
no need to bow anymore.
Even the seats will now be made of gold.
What used to make you feel light today,
will make your pockets heavy tomorrow.
-Keep it. -Why should I?
You tell her this yourself. Why me...
Keep it and remember.
When you get out,
you can give her this.
What are you saying, uncle?
How can I get out of jail?
The walls can be impenetrable,
but not the locks.
Imagine this prison as a safe.
And the guards as the locks.
There. There.
This...
Medicines.
Uncle.
No need to bow--
-Even your seat... -Uncle.
will be made of gold...
Ghalib's love is beautiful.
Uncle.
How are you?
Good. How about you?
I am planning to get out.
You're out of your fucking mind.
I wish you weren't sitting next to me on the Ferris wheel.
Or if I had pushed you down, I would be romancing my wife now.
Rascal!
Your romance is valid, and my romance is fucking stupidity.
I will get Chandani back at any cost. Understood.
Ever been to a casino?
Or gambled.
Every gambler says I want my money back,
but ends up losing double.
Trying to be fucking Romeo.
I've a question.
How are you planning to escape?
I don't know.
But you have to be prepared. That's all.
Of course.
On the other side with a garland in my hand.
Welcome, your highness.
If you get caught, you'll be f...
Your jail term will be doubled.
I don't care if I get a life sentence.
I cannot live without Chandani. That's it.
Brother... be the thief that you are.
Don't try to be a poet. Okay.
-Know your limits. -Come here, you rascal.
You owe me this position you are in.
If I hadn't stolen the question paper, you wouldn't even be a lawyer.
Look at me.
Now it's your turn, understand.
Say yes. Say yes.
Say it.
No friends or relatives came to meet him in his final moments.
But thank you for arranging his funeral.
He was your inmate, after all.
So what?
I wasn't keeping your uncle here forcefully.
He had committed a crime.
Your uncle was the most ferocious thief in the district.
You are absolutely right, sir.
But he was your inmate, and he was on good behaviour.
I mean, he was an idol for other inmates.
Isn't it?
And used to say he will throw a party for you guys.
Party?
Is this a club?
No, sir. He was more of the qawwali (folk music) type of guy.
You know, Hina Biwi.
Hina Biwi.
The one whose video makes you smile.
I've seen you.
But how can we invite her to jail?
If anyone gets a whiff of it, I'll lose my job.
Leave that to me. The arrangements are done.
Uncle made a small fortune working all those years in jail.
All he wanted was to arrange some English liquor for you guys,
and Murari's biryani as well.
He spoke like a junkie, Confusing.
But your uncle was a wise man.
Do I have your permission, sir?
"I lock eyes with me,"
"but he skirts eyes."
"I go to my limits,"
"he goes to his limits."
"Love is just trouble."
"It's bad if you run into it."
"But without it, life feels like imprisonment."
"Whenever I fell in love, it's always destroyed me."
"Shattered my heart in pieces."
"Because my love is... one-sided."
"Whenever he came to my gathering."
"He would smile and test my patience."
"Because my love is... one-sided."
Here I celebrated the success of one plan.
Now let's see how many hurdles I've to face on the path
that leads to the queen.
"Masala (Spice)"