Abhijaan (অভিযান)

It's been a year now, Singhji.

Aren't you over it yet?

Hasn't the wound healed?

Who says it hasn't?

There's no need for words, you're not what you were.

You're a warrior's son -you have the blood of Pratap Singh in your veins.

- That's just the trouble. - How do you mean?

That blood won't let me accept betrayal.

If one wife has left you, then get yourself another.

- Why not? - That one will run away, too.

I've had enough of them.

She left because she wanted money. If you had money, she'd have stayed.

Mr. Budha's monopoly service ruined your business.

That's why she left you.

Yes... I suppose you're right.

Let's shake on it.

Fifty-fifty partners. Singh-Naskar and Company.

You're a champion driver, I'm a champion mechanic.

Let's see which bastard can beat us.

You know how tough it is on your own.

Then one day you'll stab me in the back?

How do I know you're not a bastard?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Just because your ancestors fought on horseback...

does that make you a nobleman?

You're just a driver, I'm just a driver.

You have a Chrysler, I have a Chevrolet...

but we both carry passengers.

No. No partnership.

All these bastards are cheats.

Think it over once you've calmed down.

Get in. Mind the step.

Mind your veil.

- No springs poking out of the seats? - Grandpa, you hurt my feelings.

Hey!

We're not going.

- Come on! - What the heck?

- Not going? - This car is going nowhere.

- No women in my car, I said - But she's a bride, Singhji.

If I complain to the police. You won't be a taxi driver for long.

What if we miss our train?

I'll take you there, come on.

ABHIJAN (The Expedition)

Do you think we'll catch the train?

Ask Singhji.

Will we catch it?

- How should I know? - It's your car. You ought to know.

- It's in God's hands. - But the wheel is in your hands.

I said it's in God's hands

You heard what Singhji said?

Accident?

And accidents?

Address him with respect. If he gets mad, his hand starts shaking.

Really?

Have you seen Vyjayanthimala dance? That's how the car will move.

Faster!

Get in quick! Hurry!

Get in quickly!

Isn't that train we supposed to go?

- Yes... - Yes, indeed.

That's the train.

Do you think we have a chance now?

Good bye!

A crank start?

You drive.

Really?

I'll take a nap

Some call me wild

Let them call me what they want

Why are you tooting?

- He won't let me pass. - Who?

It's Mr Budha.

What?

The bastard! Stop the car.

- Sure? - Yes, stop the car.

Move across.

- Who's that behind us? - One of our taxis.

- What insolence - He doesn't realize you're with me.

You want a monopoly service?

- How long have you worked here? - Four years, sir.

You'll find another place. I have canceled your license.

- Why is that? - You know why!

You think you're doing circus stunts with your car!

Overtaking like that!

- Sir, I didn't realize you... - It makes no difference.

In my district you don't put people's lives at risk

Sir, just this once...

Shut up. I won't hear another word.

- I admit I was wrong, sir. My job... - Shut up!

Get out!

Singh ji!

- Don't hit her. - Why not? She messed up my job.

- It's your fault, too. - My fault? What did I do?

Couldn't you see who was in the car? Are you blind?

How could I? Even you...

They never let you stand on your feet

And if you do, they knock you down, break your legs.

They will force you to stop your service and will take away the permit.

They've taken away the permit?

For a moment I felt like falling at his feet...

but my heart stopped me.

What stopped you?

Blood. The blood flowing in my veins.

I am of the warrior caste. Narsingh, falling at his feet.

Not possible for me, simly I can't.

Here, start up.

Not anymore.

Let's go home to Giribraja.

- Hey, Rama! - Hmm?

- Are you asleep, Rama? - No, Singhji.

There isn't a worse job in the world than being a driver, is there?

No, Singhji.

Stop!

Please, stop!

Stop!

- Are you going to Shyamnagar? - No. Why?

I'd be so grateful if you could take me.

This isn't a taxi.

I'm asking for your help.

The stupid driver overturned the cart, our luggage...

I said this isn't a taxi, it's a private car.

- I'll make it worth your while - What do you mean?

Twenty rupees.

Twenty-five!

- Twenty-five! - Agreed.

You idiot! I'll break your bones!

Gulabi!

Is she going as well?

Yes. No one else, just her.

No, not possible.

Rama, leave the luggage. Let's go.

But why? She's my new maid.

It will cost you double.

I'll pay. By the grace of God, Sukhanram is not short of money.

- Half in advance - Of course. And five extra.

Hold this!

Driver, how much does your car cost?

- Ten thousand! - Huh?

Ten thousand?

Really, huh?

Singhji, look to your right. Those are the rocks of Shyamnagar.

Watchman! Hariya!

Open the gate!

That's enough.

Take the luggage, Hariya.

What about my money? Messing up my plans.

Money?

I'll give you your money. Come in for five minutes.

- Have a drink - What sort of drink?

You did me a big favour. Now come inside.

Take her inside.

Where are you?

I won't give you twenty. I'll give you...

One, two, three, four five...

Here. Fifty.

Yes, maybe...

I could help you start a taxi service from Shyamnagar to Panchmati

There's no taxi service here.

Why would you make it easy for me?

I have a business. Deliveries, tobacco and stuff.

A car will come in handy for me.

You saw what happens with an ox cart.

That's why I suggest you stay here.

I'll arrange a place for you.

And if your car needs any repairs, I'll pay for that, too.

Get a permit and start a taxi service.

Once you start making some money, you can repay my loan bit by bit.

When you're up and running, you can deliver some goods for me.

Simple as that. No inconvenience, no problem, nothing.

- Would you need this? - Huh?

The lighter!

Take it.

You don't have to answer right away. Take your time, think it over.

Stay here today and look around, see what the roads are like.

See how many other cars there are.

Make a few trial trips to Panchmati.

Then come back and tell me your decision in the evening.

But I can tell you, this is a nice place.

The water's good, you'll have a good appetite, you'll get strong.

Well, Singhji?

I'll think it over.

Have a drink before you go.

Look at that.

- Who does he think he is? - Wouldn't you show off such a car?

What's so special about it?

Even a dead elephant is worth a fortune.

It's not just the car, but the look.

Hey, give me a cup of tea!

A cup of tea.

- What did you pay for this? - Two rupees.

A cup of tea, quick.

He looks like the warrior Shivaji's descendant.

Nitai, come and take a look!

- Have you never seen a car before? - It's King George V's private taxi.

Chrysler.

- I mean your car. - Yes, I know...

Is that your car?

- Do you just drive it, or... - It's my car and I drive it.

- A 1931 model? - 1930.

Give me a tea, quickly.