Once Upon a Time in Mumbaai 2

10 paise on Aslam, 10 paise on Aslam...

Rs. 500 on Dedh Taang.

Hey Dedh Taang...

ask Chilliya Uncle to give the horn's signal faster next time onwards...

turning around at the very end is quite tough.

Speed up.

Halt.

He did signal.

The meals of the scrupulous remain simple...

while those of scoundrels are sumptuous.

Uncle Chilliya, two 'kheema pao'.

Aslam, my child...

Dude, he seems too quiet...

think he might make us screm.

The bike was at fault... not the biker.

The money bet on me is wasted.

I haven't bet on you yet, but I think maybe I should.

Uncle Chilliya, take the amount for the next race from him.

I am not talking about loose change...

I am thinking big bucks...

if you two work for me.

Your father will receive the money.

Don't waste our time, sir.

My dad could even sell me for a bottle of liquor...

If you are here for me, transact with me.

Far too over-confident, aren't you?

I have no choice but to be, sir.

No one's ever tucked me in bed with a lullaby...

Nor has anyone ever kissed my head and picked me up when I was down

Check out that attitude!

If there is no attitude people are rather rude.

Bloody...

Javed, find work for these two.

Your training starts tomorrow onwards.

Sir, do tell us your name, at least.

Revealing my name will create a dispute for my repute.

What's this boss?

Of what use can these cradle dwellers be?

Javed, the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world.

The loyalty of youth has certain stubbornness.

It has the kind of obsession that can spew venom if provoked.

Seemed like a big wig.

Look Dedh Taang...

so far we have only been kicked around.

For the first time ever someone's offered a helping hand.

And as I keep saying...

stand by those who help you stand.

They may have won you over...

but they are yet kids.

We have a whole range of minions dying to work for us.

And yet, this kid was the one who dared to negotiate with me.

The affluent may inhabit the mansions of this city.

But the Lion who rules the jungle, is born on its concrete.

Tonight marks the end of our toils. - Yes.

We shall dedicate our lives to the bigwig starting tomorrow.

Lord, be kind. Lord, have mercy.

And it's time for the match to begin...

the umpire is present along with the captains of both of the teams.

Why aren't they tossing?

I really can't understand. It's already 5 past start time.

The audience are watching eagerly...

they seem quite baffled and restless...

as to what is stalling the toss.

We should have been well past two overs...

when are we going to toss?

Looks like sir doesn't have a coin...

shall I give one to you, sir?

Heads.

He's won the toss.

If it's heads, we'll bat.

Shohaib.

Razzak is about to bowl the first ball.

Pappaji seems to be playing splendidly...

he's going to hit a six.

He is facing the formidable Mustaaq... surely you're joking?

Hold your heart... it's about to start beating faster.

Maybe you should hold your heart...

it's about to break.

How'd that happen...

are you a magician?

Not a magician...

I am a genie.

A genie that fullfils the wishes of beautiful girls.

You are quite an astute player.

I used to be a player...

now, I am the game.

These black shades quite suit you.

Someone ones told me that...

my future was very bright,

since then, I have been wearing these shades.

The batsman is on 99.

So close to a century, and out...

My God!

God isn't interested in today's match, I am...

Papaji will be scoring a century.

The ball has been flung, right into the hold of the fielder.

You want to bet?

What are the stakes?

If he scores a 100, I score 100 minutes with you in bed.

What?

Have you lost your mind?

I am a married woman.

Out...

wish I had bet... I would have won.

Why don't you, now?

The bet is on.

Look...

No ball...

no, this can't be.

That bet was a mere joke...

don't take it seriously.

I may relinquish my profits in business...

but not the rewards I win.

Come home tonight with the whole reward.

I have... plans for the night.

I know.

Tonight you and your husband, Samir Dixit are coming over to mine.

You...

Shohaib...

My name is Shohaib.

I am having a modest party at mine,

your husband can feast on the food...

and I will, on you...

You, me, your black saree and red lingerie.

You are my desire

You are lethal

Your poisonous look

Intoxicates me

A surge of noise fills my ears

it rings across every gathering

I have let your passion fill my heart and intoxicate me

A surge of noise fills my ears

it rings across every gathering

I have let your passion fill my heart and intoxicate me

You are my desire

You are lethal

Your poisonous look

Intoxicates me

Mr. DK... thank you very much for coming.

I love my family, sir.

Which film are you making?

I am launching my boy.

I am interested in girls... not boys.

She is a newbie... rather naive.

The previous one was quite loose.

This one could make Satan pray.

You have stolen my heart

With a kiss,

Ignited with passion,

My heart is on fire

In my thoughts... And in my words

I find you in everything

I have let your passion fill my heart and intoxicate me

You are my desire

You are lethal

The red light and I go way back.

Always chasing me.

Tonight it will be facing me.

Samir.

Hi.

Your wife is amazing.

You are lucky to have found such a wife.

After all, she is my wife.

Surprisingly, she is indeed yours...

where is she at the moment?

She must be out...

can't expect her to be here with us, can we?

What would she do here in your presence.

True.

Anyway, I will be back.

Bye.

Mr. Vardhan, why did you stand up?

I recall standing up upon your entrance... and besides.

I have called for this meeting to ensure no one stands up to me.

Sit.

Javed.

This map belongs to Sultan.

And this is Shohaib's Bombay.

This map looks like it's charred, every spot looks blackened.

Which areas are ours?

Mr. Vardhan, have you called us here to rub it in our faces?

These grand decisions are out of your comprehension...

It's clear...

one color... one ruler.

What if we object?

If any of you feel they are ahead of me...

Then by all means, mark your territories right here on Bombay...

But do remember...

the ones who've resisted me, lie in their graves.

Post Sultan, Shohaib is the only one worthy of reigning over Bombay.

You cannot liken Sultan to Shohaib, Mr. Vardhan...

Sultan was a noble guy.

I don't care about nobility.

I hear the Almighty calls them over to heaven rather hastily.

I feel, it is not even his birthday...

he called us over here and took away everything...

he didn't leave anything for us.

No point is fighting amongst yourselves.

It's all mine...

but you'll all get your shares... indeed you will.