I've loved the smell of petrol ever since I was a child.
I still do!
That's what’s wrong with us— the four firecrackers.
All our lives we prettied up & dug our own graves with a smile.
No wonder now that the devils want to watch us dance.
My dad was brilliant!
Taught me first-hand how to cut meat.
Then his lights went out!
His mutton shop went out of business.
Instead, I flay skin now.
And I wait for the fire.
Otherwise the spark inside me… will fizzle out, man!
-It's not right, Tapan Da.
-Praise the Lord!
Who am I? Just the messenger. It's all up to the owner to decide.
-But, we look forward to our bonus all through the year!
-Oh! -Yes!
-We won't work without our bonus! Right? Yes, we won't!
Shut up! Not a word more!
Keeping the machines shut down on a working day is no good thing.
Hey! -Yes, boss?
Get them to work.
-Hey, get to work! -Tapan Da, this isn't right!
Tapan da!
-Move! -Damn you.
I know who can straighten him out. Let's see. Hey, continue.
There she is, let's go talk to her.
Sreema.
You see what's happening. Please do something.
-I don't work for free, man.
-Huh? -Five days.
We'll cover your shifts for five days.
-Yes. -Seven days.
Seven days.
-Huh? -Hmm...
Seven days, man.
Since you're getting me involved, it's got to be seven days.
-Huh? -Hmm.
-Deal. -Deal.
Worker unity...
-Long live! -Long live!
Let's go...
Oh God...
What on earth...
Why won't it start?
Why isn't it starting?
You...
-Here.
-Hey! What are you doing?
Rats! Rats! There's rats on me!
Get them off me! -Won't open, I cut the wire.
B***h, open the door!
Son of a b***h, cuss me and it'll never open!
Fine, I apologize! I'm sorry!
Please open the door! What do you want?
I want the same as everyone, the bonus!
But it's not in my hands!
Oh God! -Must be biting your balls by now?
Your fingers are of no use if "it's not in your hands".
I'll give your whatever you want! Double bonus! Triple bonus!
I promise! -Just f*****g shut up & sit!
Bloody prick!
Please hurry! I can't take it anymore!
Open it! Open it!
What the hell are you doing!? Hey... hey!
Always keep this in mind:
Aim at our stomachs, we'll aim right at your a**!
And lay a hand on our bread, we'll chop off your hands!
Because we're ba****ds!
F**k off, a*****e!
'Firecracker no. 1: Sreema. Dream: Opening a mutton shop.
Hobby: Chopping up chump pieces.'
Oh!
Lord!
Take this. -Yes.
Eat, son.
What's wrong?
Why are you getting angry?
-I won't eat it. -Be a good boy...
It stinks.
Stinks of what? It smells fine.
Stinks of leather.
It's that same stink that puts food in your mouth everyday!
Just eat up!
Why? I've to eat just because you say so?
Yes. Because I'm your mother.
You've to eat because I say so! You've to obey everything I say!
I studied hard because you said. Where am I now?
Have you paid my college fees yet?
Even in school, my head hung low in shame—you didn’t pay the fees!
Should've thought about your limitations before giving birth, Ma!
I feel like vomiting when I come home!
I’ll smack your mouth with my shoe, Boltu!
-No... -Yelling at your mom!? What?
This needs more salt.
Should've added it while cooking. Now my blood pressure will shoot up.
Enough? The bottle lid was a bit loose.
You should go and find a pretty little maid for yourself.
Will cook for you, will make sure the lids are twisted tight!
How about Minati? Hey, Minati!
Come here!
Told you about fizzling out eh? Minati's fizzled out since forever.
Gets yelled at, at work. Get beaten up at home.
Then she comes whining to us! She'll cry but won't explode!
-Hey!
What are you doing!
-Nothing... -Hand it over.
Hand the bowl over. Come on.
Oh, no! It's 850 a kilo, Minati.
If you had asked, I'd have considered.
My daughter has been craving mutton for a while now.
I just...
I'll let you off this one time.
Put this back, then top off with spices & finish cooking.
Sir is waiting, okay?
Hurry.
Always begging...
The mutton is really well made.
Well, I made it myself. Took so long to slow-cook!
-Really good. -Great, right?
-Absolutely!
Damn it... it's rubbish!
-Oh God... -Damn...
But put her out in the sun, and she explodes with a bang!
'Firecracker no. 2: Minati. Dream: Daughter's bright future.
Hobbies: Cooking and crying.'
Ah!
Here...
You said you'll get me mutton.
Well, this is mutton too.
It grows on trees. It's called "gachpatha".
It's unripe jackfruit, I know.
I will get mutton as soon as I get paid next month.
They haven't paid you yet?
Wait...
Where are you going?
Eat...
Take from here. Give it back once you get paid.
This is for your school.
For your admission to an English-medium school
Yes.
-But, Ma? -Hmm.
-Once you get paid, we won't just have mutton,
we'll have mutton biriyani!
-Okay... -Hey...
Can't afford to fix the roof!
Building a castle of dreams eh?
B***h!
-Take it inside... inside! -Let the husband go to hell!
Not a care in the world!
Here you are dreaming of eating biriyani!
-Not in front of her please. -Damn you! Just shut up!
I don't want to hear a word from you!
B*****d!
I want rice! Serve my food!
Get my food!
Hell with her!
Stop that.
Stop!
Cry while I eat and I'll beat you to a pulp!
Get lost! Out!
-Hi, guys! I’m feeling really hot today.
But I still came online.
Because it becomes a bad day for me when I don't see you.
And I get really sad.
-This one's the youngest of us all.
At a very early age,
she understood she was born with the capital
for the oldest trade in the world.
What's that? Her body!
-Come close and take a good look.
'Firecracker no. 3: Rinku. Dream: 10 million followers.
Hobby: Brow plucking.'
Better now?
Oh, damn!
Am I running away or what? Bugger...
'When will you pay me back?'
Who is it?
Who's there?
Who is this dumbf**k!
All these jobless people...
They won't work themselves and nor let me work.
-Boo! Hello!
Why aren't you taking my calls?
I was just about to answer your call... I ran out of charge...
You know, I don't hesitate.
I grab what I want.
If I lover her, I throw her onto the bed.
If I hate her, I throw her in the dumps.
And if I take a loss?
I... I...
I go for a kill!
I...
-Then straight to the pyre. -Please just give me seven days!
I... will pay you back. -Hope you do.
Or you'll pay my way. -No...
From the front.
And from the back too. Remember that.
-Hey, toto...
-What's the date today?
-14th. -What?
Seems like a good number to get laid on!
Madam! Madam?
Listen...
Madam, hear us out...
-Madam, what's your rate? Open up!
Oh, hello!
Tell me.
How much will you pay? -Huh?
-What! -Driver at day, rider by night.
A hawker-wh**e?
Menu.
"Blowing your whistle for 500.
Hand games for 300.
500 to see the goods, 1000 to play.
Underground train..."
What is all this? -A menu, man, can't you see?
We won't pay you a penny!
Too bad. You must have a hole in the wall or a favourite pillow.
That's all you'll get for free.
F***ing b***h, come here!
If you attack Rani, Kajol must come...
to beat your sorry a**es!
Wheels keep spinning Neon lights glow
I'm a ticking time bomb Alleys are my zone
Talk less, act quick— I play by the rules
I never go the wrong way Listen up, you fools
'Firecracker no. 4: Rani. Dream: To get rich.
Hobby: Drinking local liquor.'
Talk less, act quick— I play by the rules
I never go the wrong way
Bloody a*****e!
-Rani puts food in the mouths of her son and mother in law.
And Kajol sends him to an expensive English-medium school
so that someday he grows up to be someone
who doesn’t look like Rani's son but a reputed family's heir.
Oh God! The Queen is finally back!
So which conquest are you back from?
Why are you out till this late? You're a widow from a good family.
Have you studied?
Biriyani again?
I warned Ghoton not to marry an evil woman like you!
Always feeding me biriyani! -Bloody b***h!
I won't eat it! Does she think I don't get it?
She's planning to finish me! Just like my son!
Wants my liver to rot, and then I will...
Fine, I'll have it today. But I won't eat it again.
I won't have biriyani ever again! My liver will rot out...
Hey, eat up.
Let me finish studying first. There's a test tomorrow.
-You have a test tomorrow? -Yes.
What is it on?
Oh, great. But eat up first.
Then you'll study and get rich.
What will you be? -Rich.
-What? -Rich.
You will be rich, rich, rich!
-We firecrackers live on the fire of this dream to get rich one day.
Who knows when our fate will explode...
'Firecrackers Woman power taking everyone over'
'Gunpowder'
-My son's stopped coming home because I can't pay for his college.
He's staying the nights with his friends at the hostel.
I feel untethered somehow.
-You're not alone, sis.
I too don't have anyone but my son.
Gosh! All of you have become such crybaby dolls!
-What? -Meaning?
Those who cry at the drop of a hat like Minati here.
Crybaby dolls.
But you have someone.
Your husband, your son. Who do I have?
Why? You have your 4 lakh followers.
Followers can't quench the thirst for lovers.
Where did you learn so much English?
Remember I worked at the parlour? I picked it up from there.
For example, wait, let me teach you something new.
In Bengali it's "baal chera", right?
In English, it's "bhuru-pluck" (brow plucking).
So from now on if anyone asks what you're doing, just say...
"Plucking eyebrows"!
Very cool!
She's back to crying again! I can't take it now!
-Why are you crying? Damn, she's all tears and snots!
-Hey, why are you crying?
He hit me yesterday again.
What!
Listen!
Until you hit him back,
you'll have to tolerate his beatings everyday.
And we told you, tell us if you can't do it yourself.
No... we once fell in love and eloped together...
So what? You loved a useless man, now you'll take his beating forever?
You will still defend that animal?
Don't hit her.
Minati, Minu dear, listen... listen to me.
Dulal da must be good in bed, eh?
Minati, look at me.
Look at me, don't listen to them. Listen to me carefully.
The next time you find Dulal coming to beat you up,
take whatever you have near you, knife, scissors, cutter, whatever...
aim for his chump & just go for it!
-Correct! -Wow, gran!
Eyeing Dulal's chumps, are you?
Your head is full of perversion. Don't touch me, b***h!
We have nothing.
Money, love, respect, nothing.
But as they say, the naked fears no pickpocket.
That's why in spite of having nothing, we still dare to dream.
And we're shoved down a path, chasing that dream everyday...
-The food is too bland.
-I won't eat!
-Stop calling me, bugger! Will I run away with your money?!
Feed me!
-Biriyani again?
-It's very bland. -Please do comment.
Biriyani again?
Your food makes me puke!
The food lacks love.
B****rd, feed me!
-Dulal da, you're playing without money for a long time.
-So? -Now get up, go.
-So what if I'm out of money?
You will pay for me.
I swear on God, I will play and pay you back.
First get the money, then you can play.
Hey!
You will mouth off to me about money?
Hey, am I new to place? Am I a newcomer here?
I spend all my wife's earnings over here everyday!
Just because I ran out today, you'll send me away?
Dulal da, you're drunk.
Go home. -Damn it... as**hole!
Kiddo, you're telling me about being drunk?
I'll play! I will!
I will play tonight!
Go. Call your boss.
Hey, Rana!
Rana?
Rana!
-45...
46...
Done.
Aren't sit-ups supposed to be counted in round figures?
Make it 50.
47...
48...
49...
50... Done.
Good boy!
If someone must discipline my kid,
it can only be his dad.
Got it?
And if anyone finds out about this in his school...
you will disappear.
Got it?
Out.
Boss, Dulal is being a handful.
What's wrong?
They won't let me play.
Is this your nuptial bed?
You'll play for free?
Shut up, a*****e!
-Hey! -Hey!
Oye! Oye! Oye!
What will you do?
Start with the story of how dangerous a goon you used to be?
You've turned a new leaf, otherwise...
You were just a two-bit henchman.
If this wasn't my place of business, I'd have broken your legs.
You'd have to drag your balls all the way home.
Final warning. Get lost.
I pee on your warning, you swine!
Hey, let's get going!
Hurry up!
Hey, Rana... no, I won't pee.
No, really, I won't. -Let's play.
You will play but.
-Um, I'll go home. -Bugger, sit down!
-But... -You have to play.
The customer is God, right?
You wanted to play, now you must.
-Boss, shall I take him away?
-Why are you over there? Come here.
Watch everything from here.
-Hmm.
-I'll teach you a new game.
If my dice lands on six I will shoot you.
And you'll shoot if you get a six.
-But I don't...
-Hey, sit! Sit down.
-I won't play. -Fine.
I'll go first.
Now what?
Huh?
You’ll pay back every single penny you lost.
Otherwise, remember the Mahabharat?
They gambled their wife away.
Okay? If even a single rupee is missing, I'll take her.
Throw him out. -Hey! Come on! Out!
-I'll come back with your money! -Get up!
I'll come back and play!
-Son. -Hmm?
-You're not scared, are you? -What if you got shot?
See.
It's empty.
Take it. Go on.
You're my son.
Listen.
Madam...
Sir...
These buggers...
Keep them all under your feet.
And you know what weapon you need to keep them there?
What?
Fear!
Shut up! I want money!
B***h! I need money! Where is it? -There's no money!
I know it's there! I know, you've hidden it!
No money, right? Right?
I know, it's there in a box somewhere!
Here it is!
Damn it!
Where is it!
It's not there... don't do this!
Found it! What's this? What is this?
Where did this money come from? -No idea!
I need more money! Where is it?
-Why are you doing this? -Leave me!
-Put it back! -Dad, that's mine, please.
Huh? What?
English-medium dreams don't suit this house!
-Let her go! -You'll be a help, like your mom!
Like mother, like daughter!
-Let her go! -You understand?
Let go!
Where are you taking it?
I have to take the money! -No! Keep it back!
I will take you along too!
Know why? So you can warm up Rana's bed by sleeping with him!
Leave me! I won't go!
You've to sleep with Rana!
Come on! I need money and I need you!
B*****d...