Matru Ki Bijlee Ka Mandola (मटरू की बिजली का मंडोला)

Ten minutes earlier...

'Dry day. Liquor won't be soId today.'

l'm asking politely...

Just hand over two bottles of Gulabbo.

Today's a dry day!

lt's Friday.

Who are you?

Saturday...

l'm Saturday... you jerk, open the store!

And you think l'm Wednesday?

Now, get lost!

Hello...

There's no reason to get angry, brother.

l asked... you refused...

That's it!

You are right...

100%

ln fact, today is a dry day.

Here, take this thousand rupees...

give us one bottle, if not two.

As you wish!

Get lost, you drunk morons!

Howzzat!

Last time both of you brawled with the truckers...

you destroyed bottles worth a 1000 bucks!

This old owner had his license revoked.

l'm the new owner...

forget the booze, l won't even seII my piss to you!

MATRU Kl BlJLEE KA MANDOLA

Matru...

Why did your dad take a loan from me?

Not my dad, my grandpa did.

For my education.

- How much? - 150,000.

That would have fetched me 36,500 bottles of Gulabbo!

lfyou wanted to become a servant...

why did you study law?

Just to blow up my money?!

To punish you.

Why? Am l a thief?

No...

You're the Prince ofthieves!

Fellow farmers of Mandola village!

l know the injustice you suffer.

l share your pain.

Land owners are being forced to turn into labourers...

so that a car factory can replace your farm land.

Ever since the factory was proposed...

there are no seeds or fertilizers in the market.

And the eIectricity supply has been reduced to 1 hour.

lnstead ofwheat, we have bank loans swaying in our fields.

They want us to get buried under our debts...

and we have no option but to seII our land.

So they can declare it a SpeciaI Economic Zone.

We won't let our farm Iand be turned into concrete jungles!

One man alone is the root ofthis expIoitation.

One man...

Who is that fiIthy dog?

Who is that dog? Bloody buffoon!

Speak up!

Fear not, l'II fix that son of a gun!

Who is it?

After whom this village is named...

Mandola.

Me?!

We have to claim our right...

and if we don't get it, we have to fight for it!

Enemy of the rich.

Friend of the farmers.

Mao Tse Tung.

Mao Tse Tung?

From China to Haryana?

Such injustice to my brothers and l'm responsible?

l'd rather die than do such evil!

Granted l'm a scoundrel...

Mandola... idiot... scoundrel.

But why are you behaving like Gandhi's three monkeys?

Why haven't you fought yet?

What can we do??

Sue me...

file a complaint...

report to the press...

The police is yours, the law is yours...

and the government beIongs to your mother!

Then why don't you organize a procession against me?

Revolution!

Lower your bucket

ln the well

Claim the water of every well

Lower your bucket in the well

Claim the water of every well

You're the owner if you own the soil

He who tills must own the soil

No big shot can force his wishes

lfthe sugarcane's mine so are its pieces

Out plunderer, Out! Out!

We'll not give the seeds

We'll not interest pay

Yesterday's debt

Won't be paid today

Your arms and sticks will no longer work

Your bullying and hectoring will no longer work

Let hammers bang

Let sickles clang

Out plunderer, Out! Out!

Keep going!

Now l'll enter the mansion through the back door...

come out as Mr. HarphooI Singh MandoIa...

and approve all your demands.

Okay?

Okay.

Hold on, Harry...

What happened?

Smart boy!

Better?

Much better.

Come closer!

What the hell is happening?

Sir, farmers... from the village.

What do they want?

Their land.

Your tyranny

We'll no longer heed

Our protest

We'll no longer cede

Your umbrella we'll hold no longer

Now your feet the sun wiII smolder

He who digs

Must own the well

Out plunderer, Out! Out!

Run for your Iives!

Take that!

Hukum Singh Matru. The gambIer of gambIers!

Okay boys...

see you.

Hold on...

one more hand.

No way, the monster will awaken any moment.

So what?

Now, his dream factory has been flushed down the pot!

Precisely why he'll wake up and hunt for me.

Look at the time...

l'd say times are bad.

Run... there is a storm coming.

Good morning, Mr. MandoIa.

So, have l hired you to gamble?

No, Mr. Mandola.

Then why?

To drive your car.

There are 50 drivers in the mansion.

Why did l hire you?

To keep you from having more than four drinks!

And?

To control you when you're drunk.

How many drinks did l have last night?

20 last night and 20 night before.

The other 2?

You had those in your sleep.

l led a procession against myself?

Yes, Mr. Mandola.

Did you stop me?

l did try but you said...

'It's my factory, it's my land...

so why do you care?'

Then I asked you, what about the 6 billion rupee housing project...

but you replied, 'To hell with the project!'

Then l reminded you...

...about your daughter's marriage to the Minister's son...

you repIied...

'that loser is not worth marrying a village pooch'.

And then l said...

You've said enough.

Pay attention...

l've quit drinking from today.

Why?

So that you and the villagers can't take undue advantage of me.

Get the car out.

The Mercedes or the Bentley?

Why you...!

Limousine.

There's no way you can quit drinking. You bloody buffoon!

You're in for a long suffering...

as long as a limousine!

Hello Harry...

Not the answering machine again!

Where are you?

Madam Minister has reached.

lnspector, hurry up.

The chopper is here.

Just a minute, brother.

This is the problem with whiskey drinkers...

their breath stinks like a goat's behind the next day.

You walk straight.

l'm walking straight!

Stop acting like kids!

Here...

have some mint.

And drink only as much as you can handle.

Whiskey might give you a hangover...

but you don't throw up like these wine drinkers!