Kanoon Apna Apna

Your father is away on a tour since yesterday.

There's no telephone call or word from him. I'm terribly worried.

He's a Collector after all, Ma'am. He'll be back soon.

Admit it! I scared you, didn't I?

You made strange faces, Papa. I wondered who it was!

Who knows? For all you know, there could be a woman coming.

- Really? - Of course!

You've remembered your have a home, at last.

You may go and finish any other work you have, Mr. Collector.

Okay. If that is what you wish, I'll go and complete my work.

Bye, dear... And you, good-bye Laxmi!

Go upstairs and have a bath. Your breakfast is ready.

See that? I've laced the Ice cream with brown-sugar...

...and those kids have had three ice creams each!

Our boss Kanhaiyalal needs to be lauded for his genius.

What's the editor of the newspaper doing here?

Welcome, sir... What can we do for you?

You call your shop "Paradise Stores"...

...but your deeds are those of the devil!

Aren't you ashamed of selling those adulterated ice creams to kids?

- What nonsense are you talking? - I know it all!

I know how you obtained a license to run this shop!

Whose support you enjoy... Who are your protectors?

I will publish the truth in my newspaper!

O Gods and Goddesses...

...here's an application from a devotee called Kanhaiyalal!

My reach now spreads to the state-level governments...

...but my voice must resonate in the Capital of the country!

Not the capital, first direct your voice at the liquor-den.

- Who's that? - It's Bhushannath Badbole!

The illiterate politician who uses his thumb!

I've been trying to appease God to let me have a say in the Capital.

And you! You talk of liquor-dens! May there be a fire in your mouth!

You'd rather set the editor of this paper on fire!

Just look at what he has written about you!

- Read it. - I?

Don't say such things to me! I feel as if I've been set on fire!

Has any educated man been able to make progress in politics...

...as I have?

Just look at what he says!

He says that the liquor-den you own is a shame...

...on society and it must be shut down immediately.

Is that what he says?!

Here's what I'll do; I'll assemble a large-crowed from my locality...

...to demonstrate there, feed the rest...

...and ask them to go on a "hunger-strike".

Excellent! The magnanimity of the Goddess from Calcutta!

Where's your son, Kailash?

He's gone to meet your son Prakash.

He was livid, when he got to hear of this!

How could this cursed editor publish such news?

What's the use of my strength, if I don't wipe him out?

Use your fists, not your brains, okay?

Why must we sully our hands over such a petty issue?

We can always send some of our men.

Excellent! That's politics! You'll certainly do me proud one day!

Was it you who published the nonsense against our boss?

- Yes, it was me. - Then listen to us!

You will carry a corrigendum tomorrow stating that the report was untrue!

- What if I refuse? - Tomorrows papers

...will be printed with your blood!

Silly chaps! I've fought for India's independence.

When I couldn't be cowed down by the British and real gangsters...

...what will small-time hooch-sellers like you do?

Who's Ravi?

It's me.

Some thugs are said to have started a riot at the newspaper-office.

Your son is said to be one of them.

- What are you doing here? - I'll tell you, sir.

I had carried a news-report against Kanhaiyalal.

He sent some thugs to beat me up.

I'm lucky that your son arrived in time to save me.

That was good work, young man. Go home now. We'll talk later.

Arrest each of the criminals.

Take a detailed statement from Mr. Ramprasad.

- Very well, sir. - You're not hurt, are you?

- No, sir. - I should be leaving then.

He has a strange name, that man... Kabza Kanhaiyalal.

There's this building adjacent to the school...

...where they sell these drugs to school kids.

You will have to put an end to this trade.

You can do it, as the Excise Commissioner of this area.

Of course. It's my duty, sir.

I'm fed up of trying to make Ravi see some reason.

He has never returned home on time!

It's not all that late, Mom. Brother will be back soon.

How can he return so early?

He alone bears the responsibility of peace in the whole city!

He will not return, till he has dealt with all his problems.

Weren't you late, too, when you were his age?

I couldn't dare to be late then, nor can I do it now!

It's home I head for, right after my duty.

In fact, you've made a real hen-peeked man out of me!

In that case, get him married too. He won't be late then.

Could you put Jyoti on the line, please?

Certainly... but who are you?

This is Sridevi here.

Sridevi?! I see!

How's that fat, old lady... your mother?

Mummy's fine. But how do you know her?

I know your Mom better than even your father does!

Now wait a minute... Let me call Jyoti.

- There's a call for you, Jyoti. - For me, Dad?

There's no Sridevi here. It's Ravi!

You? Dad said it was some Sridevi calling.

Never mind him. Do you have a friend called Sridevi?

- Of course, I do. - Who's her mother?

- What's that to you? - It has nothing to do with me.

But I have a feeling that our old-tiger certainly has...

something going with Sridevi's mother.

It's possible. Dad says he had a lot of girlfriends as a young man.

Do you hear me? The line was about to be disconnected!

Don't shout! We'll land in trouble, if Mom hears you!

Now tell me; has the lion returned to his den...

...or is it still stalking around in the hall?

He had lots to eat, roared like a lion...

...and just went upstairs with his file.

Which means the line is clear for me!

I'll be coming home in a little while, Jyoti.

The lion won't come downstairs, before I arrive, will he?

Just come along and hurry up.

Mom has prepared several delicacies for you.

I'm personally going to feed you today, brother!

I' m already drooling!

I'm coming over right now!

I'll have his goose cooked today!

- Dad... - Daddy!

Society needs your services, all right.

But don't forget, society also needs you to be in good health.

Come along now and have your food.

Have you been waiting for me?

Has the lion gone to sleep?

What if it isn't asleep? Who's scared of it anyway?

It's teeth just don't have the strength to chew my strong flesh!

His dentures would be knocked out as if they were shelled-corn!

If he's a lion... I'm his son, too!

Haven't you gone to sleep?

How could I? I've got to feed you all those delicacies, haven't I?

- The khichdi-pulao! - That's right.

It was you on the telephone then, wasn't it?

Certainly... it was me in a female voice.

You thought it was your sister on the telephone...

...it was not her. It was me.

- You? - Yes.

Tell you what? Had you been an actor instead of the Collector...

...you'd have given the other stars a run for their money!

Don't flatter me!

A run for their money indeed!

Let me deal with you first!

Why did you have to interfere in the fight taking at Ramprasad's place?

Ramprasad's son is my friend.

Those thugs just wouldn't stop beating him up.

I couldn't take it anymore and got into the act.

Do you realize that your father is the District Collector?

That he is a representative of the law?

And that, being an officer of the law...

...his responsibilities extend to his entire family?

That they are binding on you, too?

When you take the law in your hands, it amounts to a violation!

You're making a mistake, dad. That wasn't what I meant.

It is not what you say, but that which you do which is objectionable.

Always remember this, Ravi.

Be it a rich man, a minister, a thug, you or even me...

...anyone who takes the law in his hands will be considered an offender.

It's good for you to desist from doing what I ask you not to do.

Or else, you could lose so much...

...that you wouldn't find a solution in your entire lifetime.

That's no advice, my son... It's a warning to you.

Down with the Collector's high-handedness!

Punish the Collector's son!

Long live Bhushannath Badbole!

Long live Bhushannath Badbole!

Have that leader of theirs sent inside to me.

- What is it? - The Collector wants to meet you.

Does he really?

There! My speech has shaken up the administration!

Wait here, while I go and talk to him. Out of my way.

What's the drama outside in aid of?

That's no drama, sir. I happen to be the leader of this area.

The name is Bhushannath Badbole.

My boys have been imprisoned without any fault or of fence.

Just because they went to buy a copy at the newspaper office...

...they were beaten up mercilessly.

I am here to raise my voice against your injustice!

Your face tells me that you're no leader; you're a hired goon.

You're a hired thug!

And that farce you're enacting out there...

...happens to be your profession.

It is what you live off.

Your boys didn't go there to buy a newspaper.

They went there to threaten the editor of the newspaper.

Just because the editor happens to write against...

...the anti-social elements and all those who are a blot on society.

So, okay! That's not my lookout.

I'm a decent man.

Besides, I'm the RDU... the leader of the Rickshaw Drivers's Union!

I'm also the leader of the Hand Cart Pullers Union!

I'm no ordinary man.

- Do you know who I am? - You're the Collector. So?

You don't have the clout I do, after all.