Daku Bhairav Singh

Villagers, come out!

Your dear Jagira is here.

Pay the tax if you don't want to get killed.

Come out everyone.

This house is closed. Even this one.

Leader, they've fled. I don't know where they are hiding.

They'll show up. You'll see how much they love me.

Come on! Come out!

They are coming. They have gold, silver and brass.

Necklace? Come, old woman. Come, seek blessings from me.

- Leader, here you go. - Put it here.

Touch my feet!

God bless you.

Keep it there. Go.

Yay! This necklace? Give it to me, old woman.

My favorite is not to be seen.

The village chief.

A noble man.

Where? Go, bring him.

- Yes, leader. - Go!

Your souls will be at peace.

Here he is.

Here's my favorite.

Be gentle.

Baldy, what are you watching?

Carry the booty. Come on.

Feed delicacies to my dear friend, the village chief.

Jagira, I am sorry.

- Sorry. - Forgive you?

Forgive you?

Do you know who I am? Jagira.

I'll rip your chest and recover my tax.

Sir, I have paid tax regularly.

I didn't yield any crop this year.

Very bad. God is unjust towards you.

Here's the yield.

Baby. Kiddo. My dear son.

Listen carefully.

Your grandpa says, he didn't yield any crop.

Idiot. The real yield is in her arms.

See.

No, sir. Spare the innocent child. What has he done to you?

For God sake, spare him.

Do you know? It's been ages since Jagira touched a baby.

Didn't hug any child.

Bring him to me.

- Leave. - No please.

No! No! Spare my child.

Give me the child. I will love him.

I'll kiss him. I'll sing a lullaby.

You want to see how much your grandson loves me?

I love him too. Today the world...

...will watch how much I love him.

Come on. Let's play hide and seek.

My child!

No! My child! Save my child!

Save my child!

- No! My child! Save my child! - Throw here.

Please give my child back.

- My child! - He's going to die.

No!

Save my child!

Please give my child back.

- I got him. I got him. - Please don't do this.

- My child! - Here we go again.

Save my child.

Bhairav?

No matter how ill people wish for you...

...God has something else in store for you.

- Bhairav Singh? Hide and seek. - I'll tell you.

- My child. - Here you go.

May God bless you, Bhairav.

- Hit him, Bhairav. - No!

- Hit him. - Please leave me.

Don't hit me.

Don't hit me.

You bloody!

You stand trembling with fear on seeing me...

...but trouble the villagers behind my back.

If you return to this village again you'll go back in the form of remains.

Come on.

Leader, police is coming towards our village.

If not for the police he would've died.

I am glad the police are here.

- If you raid any other village again... - No!

You'll be dead.

Get lost. Let's go.

DSP, it's shameful that even today in your territory...

...dacoits are robbing poor farmers.

Our police force has become a spectator.

No, sir.

As soon as got to know about Jagira...

...our police force left for the village in search of him.

Bhairav Singh had rescued the villagers...

...from Jagira's atrocities before we could reach there.

Very good. This means...

...dacoit Bhairav Singh will do police duty and not the police.

Sir, a dacoit is a dacoit.

Be it ruthless Jagira or kind hearted Bhairav Singh.

Our force was successful in nabbing Jagira, but...

...Bhairav Singh escaped.

DSP, I want dacoit Jagira and Bhairav Singh.

- Lord Rama. Lord Krishna. - Victory to Jagatpratap.

What news do you have?

Sir, Ranveer Singh's men have diverted the canal water to their fields.

We tried talking to them, but...

But you gave up...

...and came to me as cowards.

- No, sir. - Shut up!

One more word and I'll pull out your tongue.

Get lost. Get out from here.

Thakur, shall I go and divert the water to us?

No, Chatri.

We'll do that later.

Thakur, you don't know how angry I am.

I understand your anger.

First you find out where Shiva and Deva are.

- No, sir. - How dare you?

Water from the canal reached your fields?

Nothing moves without our permission.

Cowards! Today we'll create a canal from your blood.

Stop! Shiva, Deva, stop.

Idiots. Come here.

You should be ashamed.

I'll peel your skin if you do something like this again.

- Father, you don't know. They... - Shut up!

Get out from here. Out!

- Let's go. - Let's go.

I apologize to you on behalf of my useless sons.

Enough, Thakur.

I respect you. That doesn't mean my men are cowards.

Thakur Ranveer Singh. I apologize to you...

...for my sons' mistake.

Thakur, unfortunately Shiva and Deva are your sons.

I would've dragged you to court for this.

Thakur Ranveer Singh, elders should forgive kids' mistakes.

I've experienced court procedures.

It's not easy.

Listen to me. Let's settle this at our level.

I request you.

Fine, Thakur.

- Inspector, what is all this? - Sir!

Inspector, were you watching drama in this uniform?

Drama? Sir, there hasn't been any drama in the village for the last 2 years.

The thing is, when I wear dark glasses I can't see anything.

- I can only hear. - Take off your glasses.

See everything.

- You get that? Want me to explain it? - No, sir. I got it.

- Let him wear his dark glasses. - Why?

So that he doesn't see you shoot Thakur Ranveer Singh.

Wow! Now you're talking sense.

Let me see how Thakur Ranveer Singh escapes my politics.

Kajal! My love. My beloved. My Kajal.

- Pooja, are you going to the temple? - Yes, what is it?

No. Saw Kali?

- Not since morning. - You had some work with Kali?

She's my queen, I am her king. I think you wish ill for her.

My curse will make you look old not fair.

If you say anything against my Kali, you'll become lame, not a beauty queen.

Idiot. If not black, what else we call a dark girl?

She is the prettiest. I am her handsome.

She's my Laila. I am her Majnu.

- I am her Ranjha. She's my Heer. - Go away.

- Who am I? - You are Mahiwal.

She's Soni. I am Mahiwal. I am the king of her heart.

I am dying to meet her. Where's my Kajal?

- Where is my Kajal? - Go away.

Tell me where she is.

Where else? She wants to become fair.

She must be taking a shower.

I've told you so many times. Still you washed the black color off your face.

Do you want me to live in this village?

Mother? For how long will I live with this ugly face?

For how long will I color my face black, mother?

Till you get married.

My child, you don't know...

...if the Thakur's sons see you like this...

...you'll suffer the same fate as other girls.

I want to get you married.

You can adorn yourself and look beautiful.

Your mother won't say anything, my child.

I am sorry, my child.

I will never do anything...

...that will hurt you.

I'll do as you say.

You want to make me ugly? Go ahead, do it. I won't object.

My child.

I do it to save you from the world.

Mother!

The villagers are all praise for Ranveer Singh.

I heard...

...Ranveer Singh will win the Panchayat elections this year.

I know, Chatri.

Ranveer Singh will become the village chief this year.

Thakur, if you know this, why are you silent?

Why don't you act?

Chatri, have you seen a Python?

Python?

Forget seeing, I've never heard about one, Thakur.

A python is right in front of you.