Alibaba Aur 40 Chor

Open sesame.

Close sesame.

Hamza, Jafar. Scout ahead.

Then what happened, Father?

What else? The princess was after all, a princess.

She was adamant.

The vizier tried to reason with her, but she didn't listen.

She said that she won't drink a drop of water

until she avenged her father's death.

In that blazing heat, when even the eagles desert their eggs

there she sat, thirsty, without water.

Father, listening to your story, I am feeling thirsty.

Bandits.

Bandits!

Bandits! Run! Run!

No! Do not run! Hold your ground!

Do not run! Fight them!

Do not run!

Do not run! Corral the camels!

Corral the camels.

Control your camels.

Leave. Let it go.

Do not run! Hold your ground!

Anwar! Anwar!

Give me the gunpowder. It's our opportunity to test it.

Quickly, hurry up.

-Chief! -Chief!

-Chief! -Chief!

Chief!

Chief, they have magical powers.

The fires of the Satan. What do we do?

They are firing at us.

We can't move ahead.

We can't fight them.

Then I must bring the Satan's fire to serve me.

Abu Hassan, which Satan fears Satanic fires?

Attack!

Attack!

No, don't kill him.

Father! Father!

No! Do not kill my father!

Where did your father find the fires of Satan?

It is gunpowder.

My father is the only one who knows its secret.

Be quiet, dear.

Do not kill him.

This is the soil from Satan's Hell. Gunpowder.

With its power, we could...

Attention! Listen everyone.

The Sultan of Bahrestan

and Qazi Nuruddin

proclaim a reward of 10,000 dinars for the capture

of Abu Hassan, the bandit, dead or alive!

You're back, good-for-nothing fellow!

Did you go there to get the lids of the barrels or to make them?

Where the hell have you been?

I wish I had died.

Oh, Allah! Blood?

Whose blood is it?

-The camel's blood. -The camel's blood?

Brother, there's more to the world than your dinars.

If it's on me, it would be my blood, right?

Let me see.

It is a deep gash.

-Mother. -Mother?

-Mother! -Mother!

Be quiet!

-What happened? -What happened?

Your darling son got into a fight.

He fools around all day.

Allah! Look at all that blood!

-The wound needs a dressing. -Mother.

Lest the wound gets worse.

Useless fellow!

Idiot. You're so shameless.

Why do you fool your brother?

Aren't you ashamed of it?

Then should I endure his curses?

He was going to bash me up.

So what? An elder brother is like a father.

No, no one can take my father's place.

Not even my elder brother.

I was so young when father went away.

I don't even remember his face.

Mother, I miss him very much.

And when I see father's souvenir...

I wish I could run to him.

Yusuf Merchant, for the folks at home

having you back would be like celebrating Eid.

Perhaps, much more than that. The moon that marks Eid comes once a year.

They'll be seeing me after many years.

But why after so many years?

I have tried making to this crossing for the past four years.

But the weather has been inclement every time.

By the grace of the Almighty, I hope you reach home this time.

Master!

Master!

The sun is about to set and the men are tired.

Where do we pitch the tents?

Tell them, today we'll camp at the Oasis of Mercy. We're almost there.

As you wish.

This crossing will take us ten more days.

We won't find any water after this stop.

The next watering will be at the dam of Gulabad.

Its image is our ancestral symbol.

Happy tidings. My shop's fortune has changed.

What can I offer you, my lady?

-I'm just taking a look. -Sure. Take a good look.

You'll find pretty things here, just like you.

These bladders.

What do they cost?

Forget the price. First, have a look.

Consider the shop and the shopkeeper as yours.

Two dinars each.

That's too much.

Too less, lady. No one else in town stocks this stuff.

Why not?

Haven't you heard about Abu Hassan?

He never lets a single caravan reach Gulabad.

That is true.

Alright. Give me 20.

-Here's the money. -Never mind.

-Some other time. -Take it.

Brother!

-What? -A letter from father.

He is coming with his caravan.

-Great! -He is bringing a lot of merchandise.

Show me. What has he written?

Lady, you've brought us good luck.

I set my eyes on you and here, I get the news that my father is headed home.

The next time you come, I will show you the silk

from Patliputra, muslin from Dhaka

and lots more from Hindustan.

That is fine. When is your father coming?

The caravan set out from Takshila on the 15th day of the month of Muharram.

They will reach Gulabad on the 11th of this month.

This is what you need for the gunpowder.

May I see my father now?

Find out where they will camp

the night before they reach Gulabad.

-Father! -Fatima!

Fatima!

My child!

Father.

Father.

Do not cry, dear. Don't cry.

These tears would not help us break out of here.

But you could've escaped.

Why did you come back?

I could not desert you, Father.

Where would I go?

Had you escaped, you could have tried to get me freed.

Come, dear. Sit here.

If they send you out again to spy for them...

do not come back.

Go away. Hide somewhere.

No, Father. If I don't come back, they will kill you.

I'll stay here as long as you are here.

Old man, make sure the gunpowder is ready by tomorrow.

Or else your daughter will be killed.

Must be a bad day for some unfortunate caravan.

Everything is alright. Let us rest.

Chief.

Yes, one of Yusuf Merchant's forefathers built this dam.

This canal is the lifeline of Gulabad.

Hurry. Lay the gunpowder.

What's going on?

What are you doing?

Men, find out who these people are.

It's Abu Hassan! Run! Run!

Don't run! Douse the fire!

Save the goods! Save the goods!

Make sure the loot is not washed away with the corpses.

Do not worry, chief.

Nothing will get away.

No, chief!

I was getting it for you, chief. For you.

Chief, he's lying.

He was taking it for his beloved.

The water is gone!

-The water! -Water!

Alibaba, did you hear that? They say that the water is finished.

The water is gone.

The water is gone.

The water is gone.

Let's go.

Come on. Let us find out.

-Qasim! -What?

Qasim, take a look here. Could this be our father?

Thank God, he is not.

Check every corpse carefully, Brother Qasim.

I don't even remember what father looks like.

Do not worry. Father is not among the dead here.

Let us search once more.

Allah, please keep our father safe.

-Brother Qasim. -Yes?

Could it be possible that this is not father's caravan?

Pray to Allah, be it so.

Qazi Sahib, my son is now an orphan.

Give him to me.