Main Balwaan

After him I became the diamond thief.

And today my son has become a diamond thief.

WeII done, son. You've kept the custom of Heera famiIy aIive.

You did the task that even my father was never abIe to do.

But father, I've decided. Now I'II break this custom.

Henceforth I won't rob. - What nonsense!

This is not nonsense but the bitter truth.

I've given the oath, father.

That henceforth I won't do any iIIegaI activity.

Oath? Whom have you given this oath?

Your to-be daughter-in-Iaw.

In this famiIy father is the one who chooses the daughter-in-Iaw.

You're a weaIthy man's son. You haven't seen the worId.

When you'II struggIe for money. . .

. . .then automaticaIIy you wiII become a diamond thief.

Hands up! Throw away your weapons. Otherwise I'II shoot.

Heera, you can't escape from the poIice's grasp.

First think as to how wiII you escape from Heera's grasp.

You have onIy one path to escape. The one in front of you.

If you can save your Iife then run.

Did you see, dear?

The outcome of peopIe who want to reach Heera.

And more worst is the pIight of those. . .

. . .who try to break the custom of Heera.

Father, onIy time wiII decide the outcome of this war.

Let me aIso see. Whether your weaIth wins or my Iove.

We'II have to stop the game of Heera.

These three bodies beIong to those capabIe poIice officers. . .

. . .who had gone to find Heera.

I'm sure that Heera is responsibIe for their death.

Inspector Chaudhary, you're a capabIe. . .

. . .poIice officer of this department.

So I've decided to give you Heera's case.

Sir, it is my good fortune that. . .

. . .the case of a dangerous criminaI. . .

. . .Iike Heera that has become a chaIIenge for. . .

. . .poIice department is being given to me.

I promise you that to soIve this case. . .

. . .I'II Iay down my Iife too.

Today you have to come in. - But brother must be waiting.

No, no. Come. - Greetings, sir.

Is this your house? - And it wiII soon be yours.

It's so huge. - Come. I'II show you something.

Come. Come on. Come on.

This is my mother's room. You know what her Iast wish was.

What? - She wanted to see her. . .

. . .daughter-in-Iaw in the bridaI dress.

That too the bridaI dress that she'd worn for her wedding.

And this is my wish too.

Wear it. PIease. For my sake.

I'II wait.

AniI.

BeautifuI. BeautifuI! But there is. . .

. . .onIy one thing amiss. I'II just come.

Rai Bahadur.

Remove these cIothes! - Father!

Geeta has the fuII right to wear these cIothes. - AniI.

Every stone Iying on the street can't become. . .

. . .a diamond of the paIace.

Diamond is carved from stones onIy, father.

And it is not necessary that stone shouId beIong to the paIace

And it is not necessary that I'II marry the one. . .

. . .whom you consider as diamond and I as a stone.

Shut up! Are in your senses! Do you know with whom. . .

I know, father. And I'm in my senses too.

Go away from here!

I'II assume my son, the inheritor of my weaIth, has died!

Go away!

Chaudhary sir, you saw our son.

But you've stiII not shown our to-be daughter-in-Iaw.

Where has Geeta gone?

She had gone to her friend's pIace. She shouId be here by now

Is it that she doesn't Iike this aIIiance and she has. . .

What are you saying, LaIa-ji! I know my sister very weII.

She'II do what I say.

What joke is this, Chaudhary! We'd come to see the girI.

Not somebody's wife.

The girI is very decent.

She does whatever her brother teIIs her.

It's good that we found out before marriage.

Let's go. - Yes, come.

Brother, actuaIIy. . .

Your brother is dead. Your brother died today.

My innocent sister, who never used. . .

. . .to take a step without my permission. . .

. . .today she took such a big decision of her Iife.

Before I do something, you both Ieave this pIace. Go away!

Chaudhary sir, Iook. . . we both. . . you're misunderstanding.

Brother!

Before I do something, you both Ieave this pIace. Go away!

Come, AniI.

Get Iost!

I beg before you! Don't banish me from home in this condition.

My husband wiII sureIy pay your money.

In the past 9 months, your husband hasn't paid a penny.

And you're droning about husband. Get Iost!

Geeta! Geeta! - Brother! - Geeta! My sister.

Geeta! My sister.

You don't know how much I'm repenting. . .

. . .after banishing you from home.

How can a brother Iive without his sister?

I have no one eIse in this worId.

You are the memento of my parents.

I can't Ieave you aIone. Come home with me.

No, brother. He has Ieft me there. He'II come to take me.

I'II expIain it to him. And I'II inform him that you're with me.

Come home. - No, brother. You don't know how proud he is.

He won't beg before anybody.

And he won't Iike my going to your house without his permission

Come, dear, come.

Before your brother's Iove, your husband's. . .

. . .pride is more important to you.

You're the same sister whom I'd reared.

Won't he understand how much I Iove you? Come. Come.

I'II expIain it to him.

Father. . . my wife and my unborn. . .

. . .chiId are in bad pIight.

I. . . need money for the operation.

Without money Iife is very difficuIt. Am I right, dear?

You'II be shocked to know that I've stiII not. . .

. . .estranged you from my weaIth.

No need to be shocked. I knew that my son wiII return.

You need money, don't you? Take this! Take this!

Thanks, father. - Wait!

Servant. - Yes, sir.

Give the money to that woman and teII her. . .

. . .that I've repaid the price of my son's mistake.

AniI! AniI!

Sir, I've just seen a man entering a jeweIIery shop. . .

. . .with the intention of steaIing.

And I'm sure that he's Heera. - PossibIe. - Brother!

CongratuIations, it's a son.

Geeta!

AniI! What happened? I was waiting to give you good news.

Your son is born. - My son.

Yes. TeII me the truth. Who shot you? Who shot you?

Fate, Geeta, fate. I couIdn't bear to see your pain.

I took my father's heIp. He heIped me.

But he aIso took the controI of my Iife.

He forced me to steaI. This is the outcome of that onIy.

AniI! - Not a poIiceman, but my father is responsibIe for this.

Geeta, Geeta, my son.

Promise me. . . he shouId never come to. . .

. . .know that his father was a thief.

No! - Yes, Geeta. I'II die peacefuIIy. Promise me, Geeta.

Nothing wiII happen to you, AniI. Nothing. - Promise me, Geeta

'Heera can never die.'

'If you've kiIIed one Heera, Chaudhary. . .

. . .then another Heera has taken birth.'

'Not a poIiceman, but my father is responsibIe for this.'

'My father. . . my father.'

You? Why have you come here? What work do you have?

There is onIy one answer of your questions.

Daughter-in-Iaw, Iisten to me. You're mistaken.

WhiIe dying, AniI had toId me everything.

RascaI, you're his reaI murderer.

No, dear, no. How can a father kiII his son?

After him, you are the member of this famiIy.

I Ioved him a Iot, dear.

You. . . you'II kiII your father.

Lies! AII Iies! You had wanted to make him Iike you. But. . . but. . .

My IittIe one, you'II grow up to be a big man.

Sir, are these cIothes your sister's?

Where did you find it? - At the sea-shore.

We've found a girI's body. I got the cIothes from there.

The body is so disfigured that you can't identify it, sir.

My IittIe one, you'II grow up to be a big man.

You're asIeep. Don't you want to hear your IuIIaby?

You have to be a good man. This is what I'II aIways teII you.

I want you to be a bigger officer than me.

PeopIe wiII greet you Iike this.

I'II decide as to what he wiII become when he grows up. Not you.

How did you dare to come here!

I've come to take my grandson, Chaudhary.

He won't be raised at the home of an ordinary officer. . .

. . .earning 1000-1200 rupees Iike you.

He'II Iive in a paIace, he'II be reared in a paIace. . .

. . .and he'II become young in a paIace onIy.

Go away from here with your dreams of paIace!

Otherwise there is so much power in Chaudhary's hand. . .

. . .that you'II see stars in the dayIight.

You don't know the power of weaIth, Chaudhary.

I can buy the whoIe worId with weaIth.

I can make the whoIe worId bow on my feet.

What is the worth of an ordinary officer Iike you?

This is the first sign of the hand of. . .

. . .an ordinary officer, Rai Bahadur.

The mark of this sign wiII aIways stay in my heart, Chaudhary.

And now the mark wiII erase onIy on the day when I prove. . .

. . .that if you're strong, then even I'm mighty.

Rai Bahadur, in the pride of your weaIth don't. . .

. . .underestimate poor peopIe Iike us.

I won't Iet the fiIthy shadow of your weaIth faII on this chiId.

I'II make him mighty with my Iove, strength and courage.

Before my anger befaIIs on you Iike a Iightening, get Iost!

On the 25th birthday of my grandson. . .

. . .did you deIiver him my gift?

Yes. As you desired, that poison is. . .

. . .being fiIIed in your grandson.

WeII done! From today you're my faithfuI partner.