Bambai Meri Jaan (बम्बई मेरी जान)

Dara, Malik called.

We don't have much time. I'm on my way.

Dara, the flight to Dubai is ready.

Babban is on his way to the airport.

We need to leave right now.

Dad is refusing to come.

Whoever wants to flee is free to go.

I will not pay for his sins.

We can argue later. Now's not the time.

-Ismail... -I said, I won't go, Sakina!

Talk some sense into him. He'll die here.

It's better than living with you.

Dad, that's enough!

-Ismail! -Ismail!

Sakina, tell him this is my final decision.

Ismail!

Or else, he'll leave another body behind.

In the nature of the Universe,

evil begets from good.

Even the Devil was God's own creation.

I was merely a father.

Mr. Kadri!

I'm sorry, I'm late.

No problem. I'm just glad you're here.

I wouldn't have missed it.

-Come. -No, no, you...

-Congratulations on your son's wedding! -Thank you.

-You... -Please tend to other guests.

I'll have it. Please go.

-Salaam alaikum, Ismail! -Salaam!

-Walaikum Assalam. -Salaam alaikum.

Walaikum as... salaam!

Your Highness, what kingdom have you conquered today?

Conquered? Must have been on mopping duty today.

You were in a hurry to come, you gluttons!

Left anything for me?

-There is a feast for you, your highness. -We've been waiting for you.

-I'm at peace today. -Why?

Look at Sakina. She seems happy.

Happy wife, happy life.

This one doesn't kick as much.

I'm sure it's a girl.

May Allah bless you!

-I'll distribute sweets if that's true. -Really?

-Yes. -Salaam Alaikum.

-Walaikum Assalam. -Walaikum Assalam.

-Sister-in-law... -How are you?

The bride looks gorgeous.

What's this? Where is this water coming from?

Is it raining?

Look.

What's going on?

What are you doing here?

-Why are you yelling? -This is a boys-only zone.

-Get lost, or... -Or what?

I'm not scared of you.

Pari?

Where are you?

-Pari? -Run to that side.

Where does she keep disappearing?

What are you doing here?

Let's go down.

How many times have I told you, don't go anywhere?

Yet you don't listen.

-Salaam! -Haji.

-Salaam alaikum, Haji! -Salaam alaikum.

Salaam alaikum, Pathan.

Salaam alaikum.

-Congratulations! -Thank you.

Welcome.

Salaam.

-Haji. -Congratulations on the wedding!

Congratulations!

Who the hell invited them here?

Tell me!

What are you doing?

And what the hell are you doing?!

Did you invite me to feast with these criminals?

My son overdosed and died.

He would go to your den to get high.

How can you give so much respect to my son's murderers?

Why?

Will Allah forgive you?

They don't deserve dignity.

Don't fear them!

My son...

Suleman Maqbool.

Migrated from Hyderabad to work as a porter.

He inspired the other workers to dream of a better life.

Together, they started stealing goods.

Gradually all the porters began to work for him.

They pilfered gold, electronics,

and every lucrative contraband that landed at the docks.

Suleman then used that money to go for the holy pilgrimage of Hajj.

And from Suleman was born... Haji.

The Godfather of Bombay!

-Cheers! -Cheers!

It is said that Hajj washes off all sins.

So, Haji's illicit smuggling businesses now became legit international trade.

Fear turned into respect.

And his black money was considered wealth.

Haji enjoyed a luxurious life.

The elite attended his parties. They had to.

To add oomph, he would invite film heroines

alongside industrialists and powerful government officers.

Everybody would mark their attendance at these parties.

Parties would be a front

to close deals worth millions behind doors.

As per our deal, I've made all the payments.

-Okay. -But the property owner is not giving in.

-You promised... -No. I made no promise.

I gave you my word.

And I won't go back on my word, Mr. Bhandari.

Azeem Pathan spelled fear for Bombay.

He was an Afghan migrant.

Together with Haji's brains and Pathan's brawn

they ruled the mean streets of Bombay.

Pathan would handle all criminal businesses that Haji wanted no part of.

He handled drugs, gambling, kidnapping, murders, and land grabbing.

He was behind almost every crime in the city.

Salaam alaikum!

-Terror was his tool. -Salaam, Pathan.

What the hell is this, Pathan?

Why have you forcibly brought me here?

Listen, I'm not afraid of you and your gangsters.

I'm not signing these documents. I'm warning you. I'm not going to sign...

Inform Haji that the job is done.

I had come from Ratnagiri to Bombay

as a police officer

with a mission to clean these mean streets of Bombay.

I don't know whether I was being brave or naive.

Where's your boss?

Tell me.

Where the fuck is he?

Tell me.

-Ahmed! -What?

Take it all.

Take him.

Take them. Write down their names.

Well, looks like I've crashed a party!

Ismail?

What the fuck are you doing here?

I came to play a hand. I hit the jackpot.

Don't act too smart, Ismail.

Stay within your limits.

Get out of here.

Ismail.

-What if I don't? -Ismail?

What will you do?

Want me to explain it to you at the police station?

Exactly!

Let's go.

Motherfucker!

Get your hands off my uniform!

-Asshole, you don't deserve to wear it. -Bastard, I'll teach you a lesson.

Let's see.

They're all senior officers, Ismail.

I caught them red-handed at Pathan's den.

They have to go.

Or they kill their families.

Anyway, some people want to stay alive.

They are helpless.

They didn't seem helpless.

Nobody looks helpless.

Write an apology letter.

Release the officers. I'll manage the press.

Are we clear?

But, sir...

That's an order!

Leave!

Do whatever you want. Things won't change.

-Saadiq, come. -The entire city is under their control.

Including the police.

Yeah, but not me.

And not you, either.

Dara, come fast!

Make one, please.

Dara.

-Come on. -Yes, let's go.

The first one's mine.

Ismail, we have families too.

What would happen to them if something were to happen to us?

We can't turn a blind eye.

What can we do?

We have to do something, Ahmed.

We've got to do something.

I'm under immense pressure, Arvind.

Haji and Pathan...

now rule Bombay.

Has the government lost all control, Arvind?

No, sir.

But our hands are tied.

Let's untie them.

Then consider Bombay taken back from Haji and Pathan.

But I will need your full support, sir.

The Home Ministry will back you.

And you will report directly to me.

Thank you, sir.

Pack the onions and the chutney separately.

-Ismail... -What?