Toofan

'Storm! Storm!'

'Aziz Ali, the Champion'.

THE STORM

Ajju Bhai! Jaffar has sent a message.

-Look at Shaukat's face. -What happened?

It looks like a mashed potato with chilli on top.

Show me!

Oh hell! Here we go.

Salaam, Maqsood Bhai.

Wow, a new bike!

Booming business? Yes?

-I stopped spending money. -Is that so?

Soon I will buy a four-wheeler.

May Allah make you rich. Then buy yourself an 8-wheeler.

-Tell us if you need anything. -It's okay!

You won't get anything here. Go away.

Can I have a butter muffin?

This is a cafe, Maqsood.

Respect your customer.

Two rolls, two teas, one cigarette.

Where are they going?

One minute. Watch this?

What is this?

First, you give Shaukat a dirty trick...

... then he takes the photo of him and sends it to Jaffar Bhai.

Some balls!

You will be next.

The blinds are coming down. Go away!

Whatever you want.

Hey!

That's my Boy!

And he dreamed of buying a four-wheeler.

-Get in line! -Yes Yes!

- Get in line. -Who is the doctor?

Drink only boiled water.

-Who is the patient? -It is, I came with him.

-Why? Is he a little boy? -I hurt my finger. Look mommy?

Outside! Get it out of here!

Aunt D'Souza said I must see a doctor.

-How did you hurt yourself? -I didn't plan on doing it.

Didn't you plan it?

I tried to speak, but the other kept fighting...

... so I had to fight. You understand me?

-Was it a street fight? -Yes. A shop fight.

-Was it your store? -Do not. It was from the fight with me.

-Were you buying? -I'll be honest. My job is to mistreat people.

I offer protection to people, warehouses, land...

-I protect you all. -Outside! Out of here!

Salt!

This is a charity hospital for the poor and for the needy.

-Not for extortionists like you. Outside! -What did you call me?

Why should it come out? And my bandage?

Get him out of here !! Throw it away!

-Come outside. -Hands off!

It is better for street ruffians to be treated in private hospitals.

What's wrong with her? Calling me an 'exsorinit' and saying 'Get out!'

-What did you do? Were you flirting? -Hell no!

"So why did she kick you out?" -She called us 'exsorsinits'.

-She kept telling us to go out. -Sema, wait!

She takes her number.

Come on, move!

Sit down daddy!

Sit down.

Aunt, what does "exsorsinit" mean?

An extortionist means... 'a gangster'.

A bully. A mobster, a criminal.

Stop! I understand.

You guys are scoundrels. And extortionists too.

-Do you want more details? -Go away. The dying need you.

Why should she go? You go!

Go now. Go away.

I came for a bandage, instead I got a headache.

Ananya!

-You're a doctor? -Yes because?

-He was a patient after all. -I don't like bullies like him.

Say 'aah'.

That is the only world he knows. Why would he question it?

Enjoy that world, aunt.

-What choice does he have? -We all have a choice.

Circumstances have turned me into a bully.

You choose your life.

Not everyone has a choice. You are new here, so...

Everyone has a choice. Correct?

Salaam, Jaffar Bhai.

What's up, boy? Maqsood crossed the line?

His ears were full of wax. Ajju Bhai slapped the wax out of him.

We are leaving now.

Waiting.

-Were you looking at this? -Do not...

Don't sell it. My father gave it to me.

-Salaam, man. -Watch out son.

Chicha!

Salaam.

-All good? - Praise be to Allah.

Ajju Bhai! Ajju Bhai is here!

Who wants Biryani?

Go ahead and apply it.

There are tons of Biryani. Share it.

They were four. I was alone.

I jumped here, jumped there.

Then I kicked him in the balls.

-He fell flat on his face. -In her face?

Then I threw a handful of pepper into her eyes.

I turned around and gave him one.

Rascal, stop. Salim!

You took my new shoes.

Stop! What happen?

When I grow up, you will pay me.

-What's going on? -She's stealing my things.

My t-shirts, glasses, shoes...

So do you have enough balls to hit a child in front of me?

Everyone, listen up!

You will live together here in peace. If you want to fight, fight outside.

Who wants a jacket? Safety glasses? Shoes?

Watch out!

-Salaam, Ajju Bhai. -Salaam.

Munna Bhai!

Merchant Bhai.

He can't even handle the padding.

If I touch him, he will fall off.

I need a tough opponent, sir.

-Mr. Trader, can I try? -Sure.

Put these on.

He raises his hands like this.

Then he will hit the gloves. 1, 2 and swing!

- Can't I hit? -No, it's not like that.

-Not at all. -So what is the point?

Sorry! You said I should use this hand. Just this one?

Sorry.

Above his head.

Errors happen. It's my first time

That son of a bitch...

-I Showed. -He's a bull!

Let Ajju Bhai box for real. He does not play girl games!

-What do you want? -Take this.

You have real energy.

That is the difference between fighting and boxing.

You destroy your opponent inside the ring. Outside the ring, you are friends.

Boxing is a respectful and honorable sport.

-Have you heard of Muhammad Ali? "You mean the pervert next door?"

Do not! Muhammad Ali, the greatest.

This is boxing.

Can I watch too?

-Get away! -Listen, you bastard...

Ajju. Hey Ajju! Waiting.

He was just playing...

Put these on. Or you will break your fingers.

Tighten them.

Muhammad Ali's video has me hooked.

Boxing is an addiction.

Show me

Cute!

Ajju, you are strong, you have energy.

But this is a sport. You must learn the proper technique.

-The training takes time. -How long?

Am I the Rajabai Clock Tower? Asking me the time!

Good morning, Mr. Trader.

Put your foot forward.

-I do not clean. -It's straight.

Parvez, teach him.

Position!

Breathe!

Parvez, I didn't really want to fight you.

Drop it, Ajju Bhai.

Now that you've got your gloves on, it's okay.

-You're great. -Breathe when you move!

Good!

Much!

Yes that's fine.

Each fight has three rounds of 3 minutes.

What if Ajju Bhai knocks him out in the first round?

Hey shut up!

Go ahead, hit!

Was over?

Hail, Mr. Hanuman!

Nana Prabhu. He is the best boxing coach in Mumbai.

Lord Nana!

Hey, merchant!

-This is my new boy, Aziz Ali. -Salaam, sir.

- Is he from Dubai? -No, from Dongri.

The same thing.

Today is his first friendly meeting. Can he fight one of your boys?

-He is strong. -He doesn't have to dig the road.

This is boxing.

You have to make good use of his power.

Good use! You understand me?

-No sir. -You will know when you are in the ring.

- Bet 500 rupees? -Let us begin.

-250 to win? -OKAY!

Boxing!

That's right, you got it! Come on son.

Keep hitting!

That's right! You have him scared.

What are you doing? Get off you fagot.

Stop. Stop!

-He was saved by the bell. -Can't hit after the bell rings.

It has strength and power but not technique.

Click it.

Sonny, beat him up.

Ajju! Go.