Tejaa

- Police! - Come on.

Heera, wait.

Come on.

Let's go.

Heera, they're coming close. Fast.

Heera.

Come on.

Drive the horses away.

Where did they disappear?

Did they get down behind?

Come on. Let's go back.

- Shanti. - Coming.

- Where are you? - You're always in a hurry.

You don't even let me close the door.

How long will you take?

You think of work only at time. Come fast.

Drink milk.

Not like this. But in that way.

- How? - Come here. I'll tell you.

Hey, what are you doing?

The same thing that I've been doing for eight years.

When you say 'Hmm' I feel 'Uhh'.

Shameless!

Oh!

- First listen to me. - Later.

Ok, what is the matter?

- Tomorrow is our Teju's birthday. - I know.

He wants a horse.

- The you know something? - What?

Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary.

I know.

I want a mare.

You say anything that pops in your head.

Teju has grown up. He understands everything.

But he's sleeping.

Try to call him.

- Right now? - Yes.

Teju!

Saw?

- Son Teju. - Yes, mother.

Saw?

You goon! Come here.

Coming, papa.

Fool.

Mother's stooge.

I thought you were sleeping.

I'm still sleeping.

Come, my dear.

No.

Men don't cry.

Oh, papa.

Come, my brave warrior.

- Oh... - Come.

Come.

- What's tomorrow? - Monday.

Fool, what is tomorrow?

There is no school when though it will be open.

No school? Why?

Father, tomorrow is my birthday.

You'll give me a horse and mother will give you mare.

I heard everything.

Stop it now. Go to sleep.

I was sleeping. But you called me.

- Go now. - Ok, bye.

He says he was sleeping, but he heard everything.

Don't hear anything now.

Ok. I'm sleeping now.

Talk softly. Ok.

Good night.

Mind what you say to kids.

Fine. I won't talk to kids, but can I talk to you about that.

- Papa, mom. - Come, Teju.

Happy birthday, dear Teju.

Happy birthday, Teju!

Happy anniversary.

He talks a lot.

May God save our house from jinx!

Son, I'll give you a bath.

No, mother. I'm old now. I'll do everything myself now.

Very good, son. That's like a man.

Now get ready.

- Then where will we go? - Where?

- To market to buy a horse. - Yeah!

- Come, papa. Fast. - Coming.

I'm coming.

Shanti, we'll be back in an hour.

- Come fast. - Ok.

Come, papa. Hurry! It's getting late.

- Come. - You can talk later.

- Teju, listen. - Yes.

Come here.

What?

Take money.

Buy whatever you want from the market.

Ok, mother.

Yeah! We're going to buy horse. Come, papa.

Walk slowly.

He's very naughty.

Where is the gold?

Scum!

You betray friends.

Lal Singh.

You raised hands on Heera.

I'll bury you alive.

Hey... stop this.

I too could've done this work.

Will we kill each other for gold?

If anyone of us had done this....

- ....he wouldn't be here. - No!

This scum must've thought....

- ....if he's here, we won't doubt him. - Of course.

And you want to prove yourself true by fighting.

Shut up!

Our gold.

It's the same.

Hey... look at that house.

- The gold must be in this house. - Yes.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Who is it?

What do you want?

Gold.

- Gold? - Gold.

Not this gold.

You joke with us?

Hey... where is your husband?

He... he's out.

What do you want from him?

That scum stole our gold.

Tell me, where did he hide it?

I don't know.

Look, we're evil.

Tell us about the gold quickly.

Which gold are you talking about? I don't know.

You lie to us!

Mother! I've brought the horse.

Come fast! It's such a nice horse.

- Leave me! - Close the door.

Who is it?

Come, mother. Father has bought such a nice horse for me.

I named it Moti. Isn't it a nice name?

Mother, where are you? Why don't you speak?

Shanti!

Shanti, what happened?

So you're the owner of this house?

We were waiting for you.

You thief!

Who are you? What do you want?

Our gold.

- Which gold? - Which gold?

Don't move.

Scum!

If you act, I'll bury each one of you....

....where you had stolen gold from.

- Mother! - Teju.

Leave my son.

We'll leave him.

Just tell us about the gold.

Tell us.

We don't know. How can we tell?

Scoundrel! Where is the gold?

Tell me.

Leave me...

Mother!

Where is the gold?

Stop, Heera.

Thief!

You don't care for your life. Think of your wife and son.

We're expert in plundering.

We plundered a bank yesterday.

Today in front of you, we can molest your wife.

No!

Mother! Mother!

No, scum! I say leave her.

We don't know about your gold.

No! Leave me.

I say, leave my son.

Will you tell us or not?

I say leave my wife and son!

- Scum! Leave them. - No!

Papa!

You still have time to tell us.

We're giving you last chance.