All language subtitles for Begum.Jaan.2017.1080p.WEB-DL.H263.AAC2.0.ESub-DDR

'DDR'

You have to come whenever I call you.
Don't act smart.

Am I acting smart?
- Where are we going?

Where are we going, papa?

To visit your uncle.
- We can buy really nice clothes there.

That's what everyone says.

You can get more fashionable
clothes in Sarojini.

Stop! - Bus!

Hurry up, will you?

Come, dear. We get down at this stop.
- Wait, auntie.

Where do you want to go?

Just drive, uncle.
- We'll get down wherever we like.

Sit down.

So where are you getting off?

Same place these
two will get off.

Or just her!

How dare you touch her!

Leave me. - Please.

Damn you... Let me go! - You...

Don't touch her. Let her go.
- What are you doing?

Let go of me. - Move.

I'll kill you. - Damn you.

Sunny! - Shut your trap.

Get her off the bus!

Sunny! - Beat him up.

Priya, run.
- Where are you going? Don't let him go.

Priya, run! Run!

Catch her! - No!

Catch her.

Catch her.

Stop! Stop!

Where did she come from?

Get out of the way, old hag!
Are you deaf or something?

Are you crazy? Get lost.

Old hag, move!

Are you crazy?
- Didn't you hear me?

August 1947.

The last Viceroy of India

Lord Mountbatten issued an order

which endowed the British
officer, Sir Cyril Radcliffe

with a vital responsibility
that demanded deftness.

Diving India into two parts.

So Sir Radcliffe

who had a little or no
idea of India's geography

and who couldn't differentiate
between North and South

decided to simply rely
on the map of India.

He drew two lines.

One in Bengal and the
other in Punjab.

Within four weeks...

Within just four weeks

on the basis of his
amateurish knowledge,

divided the country
into two parts.

India and Pakistan.

Everything was divided.

Farms, fields, lanes,
villages, cities, rivers.

The Jhelum, the
Himalayas, Kutch, Thar,

animals, men, women, children, old.
Everyone.

Everyone and everything
was divided.

Sir Radcliffe's two
imaginary lines

divided the heart and soul
of 14 million people.

Millions became homeless.

Thousands of innocents died.

And the coming generations

were uprooted by
the Radcliff Line.

It's the story of a house

through which ran
the partition line

severing its very head,

but failed to divide it.

From the Bundelas and Harbolas

we heard her glorious tales.

One who fought bravely, that
was the Queen of Jhansi.

Did you understand
anything, Laadli?

After the king's demise,

the Queen did not hide behind
her veil and shed tears.

Despite all the deceit and
treachery by the men of her court,

the Queen stood her ground.

She did not deter.

Well, she already knew how to
ride a horse, wield a sword.

But when things got
out of control

she was determined to
raise her own army.

With the flag soaring
high, and brave-heartedly

she challenged the
enemy head on.

She took on her enemies...
- Now that's a staunch woman.

Along the way, she created a new history.
Lakshmibai.

Who, in order to save
her kingdom of Jhansi

made the British
for their lives.

With a sword in one hand

and her son tied to her back...
- Did Queen Lakshmibai have a son too?

Yes, it wasn't her own blood.

Maybe he was adopted.

Then whose daughter am I?

This wretch has no
dearth of questions.

Laali!
- I won't tell you any stories.

Go and study... - Laali.

I won't tell you anything.
- This girl...

Laadli. - Chatterbox.

Will you take a bath or should
I throw you into the well?

Begum Jaan wants to
see you, auntie.

Sure. If Begum Jaan's
calling me, then I must go.

Go away!

What's wrong, you slut?
Are you nuts?

You old pervert!

I've warned you so many times
not to touch my breasts!

Don't you get it?

Get lost from here!

If I see you here again,

I'll slice it into
little pieces.

Shut up. - Get lost!

Gulabo. - Crazy bitch.

You're making quite a racket
early in the morning.

Just get on with it. Begum
Jaan wants to see you.

Begum Jaan, she was raped
in the past riots.

Some boys dumped her at the
camp in a pitiful state.

Her father refused to take
her in and left her here.

Father, brother, son, husband.

On the other side of
Begum Jaan's threshold,

every man is a motherfucker.

But on this side,
every man is a goose.

A goose with three legs.

I am sure, your father must
have given you a name.

Fine. I'll give you one then.

Her cheeks are still
red like apples.

I guess she's from Kashmir.
- Yes.

Well then, your name is Shabnam.

Pet name. Shabbo.

Will you remember?

Auntie, take her in.

Bathe her, clean her, feed her.

Sujeet. - Yes, ma'am.

Get some clothes for
her from the market.

Rubina.

Yes. - Come on.

Jamila, Lata.

Three of you should take care of her.
- Come, dear.

Teach her.

Salim, if anyone ever
comes looking for her

any relative or someone
from the police station,

just tell them that Begum
Jaan has given her refuge.

Search over.

Okay.

Wait! Come here!

Harder, Rubina.

My child, it's paining
a lot, isn't it?

You're in a shock.

They were really
cruel, weren't they?

They did a terrible thing.

Even your father disowned you.

Finally, it's all out.

Otherwise, your pain
would've never healed.

Life will be easier now.

"I fell so deeply
in love with you."

"The old memories were
refreshed again."

"What has happened?"

"When did I hold my breath"

"and when did I let go?"

"Every pain was conveyed."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

"The beautiful Awadh evenings
reflects in my eyes."

"My lips are red as the
morning of Benares."

"The waters of the Jhelum
trickle down my hair."

"I've been wandering from
one shore to another"

"that I've lost my own abode."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

"Watching you from
shadows is painful."

"Don't wish to die in
shadows, away from you."

"You sneak up to my doorstep."

"My heart bleeds and my
heartbeat full of desolation."

"My heart bleeds and my
heartbeat full of desolation."

"I dabbed soothing
turmeric on your wounds"

"and opened up my
wounds along the way."

"What has happened?"

"I feel deeply in
love with you."

"The old memories were
refreshed again."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

Sir, we went to Sakkargarh
Police Station.

But they said it's outside
their jurisdiction.

So they can't do anything.

Please... - What can I do?

It doesn't come under our
jurisdiction either.

It's outside the city limits.

The boys are growing up, sir.

It's getting harder to keep
them under restraints.

You see, even my
daughter is growing up.

Just last month, she completed 10 years.
- Yes.

Right. - But I know

the responsibility of a father.

So I keep her away
from this filth.

But sir, that's not
the real problem.

Those prostitutes! They
roam around freely.

It's difficult to even pass
through that route now.

They drink, they smoke.

They hurl abuses at anyone.
- What did you think?

Prostitutes are
religious people.

That's not what I meant, sir.

But you know

they are spreading diseases.
- Tell me one thing.

Where were you last
Saturday at around 9:30 pm?

Well, I...

I...

Once a guy said to
Mullah Naseeruddin:

"My son eats a lot of sugar.
What should we do?"

The Mullah replied: "Come
back after a week."

"First, I must stop
eating sugar."

What? What are you
trying to say, sir?

I don't...
- First, you must stop eating sugar

and then stop your sons. Huh!

If any rascal lays a finger
on these innocent people

then Salim Mirza will turn
this place into their graves.

Bloody animals! You call
yourselves Muslims!

I have no words to describe, dear.
The battle was so fierce.

But Salim Mirza
refused to budge.

Mirza didn't rest until all
the protestors were subdued

and the Hindus were safely
transported to the camps.

But...

Dear! There is a camp
of lice in your hair.

And what did he get in return?

Torn shoes! Humiliation!

The rascal was also fired
from the police department.

Since then Salim's
been living here.

Auntie, is killing Hindus
same as killing Muslims?

So the question is

is it going to happen or not?

You've lost your mind.

The question is when?

It's just a rumor.

They will erect few poles

and then put up a boundary.

Then they will take
the weekend off.

Everything will be back
to normal after that.

I am telling you, Panditji
will never let this happen.

Panditji. Panditji. Panditji.

Is he handling the entire
politics of the country?

There's Jinnah, Mr.
Singh, Sardar.

Gandhiji too.

There's you, me, this Baliya.

Together...

We won't let anything happen.

Understand?

The British took advantage
of our naiveté.

200 years.

Long years ago, we made
a tryst with destiny.

What is he saying? - And now...

that time comes when we
shall redeem our pledge.

What's he saying?
- Not wholly...

or in full measure, but
very substantially.

At the stroke of the midnight
hour, when the world sleeps,

I don't know.

India will awake to
life and freedom.

Freedom!

Freedom! Congratulations!

What's the matter?

Freedom!

We're free. We're free.

Freedom!

Stay back. Stay back.

Auntie, please keep
an eye on her.

She has got sparkler
in her hand.

Careful, auntie.

Laadli, move.

It looks so nice, isn't it?

Everyone will get it. Here.

Careful. Laadli...

For Laadli.

Come on, teacher.

She hasn't even finished reading
the last book you gave her.

What was it?

Veer... - Veerangana.

Yes, Veerangana.

And then these sweets,
firecrackers.

Why do you spend
so much, teacher?

We have a separate
fund for social work.

You really think I can afford
all this with my tuition fee.

I thought your pocket
is like your heart.

Big.

Begum Jaan, our country has
achieved independence today.

Won't you celebrate?

Independence is only for men.

Women don't even have
the freedom to abuse.

How can we hurl abuses at
our mother and sisters?

You've very naïve, teacher.

Should a prostitute celebrate on
a day when she has a customer

or on the day she
doesn't have even one?

So you're not happy
with the independence.

Independence is just nonsense.

Holidays are very
bad for business.

We didn't have a single
customer since morning.

Respected and rich people spend
this day with their family.

Why will they show
up at the brothel?

And even if someone shows up

it's one of those drunk labors.
Those who puke on the bed.

And let's not even count
those freaking cops.

They are just...
- You don't get it, Begum Jaan.

We've achieved freedom

after 200 years of
slavery to the British.

For a prostitute, all
days are same, teacher.

Once the lights are
off, men are just men.

Hindu, Muslim,
Brahmin, untouchables.

They all are same
when lights are off.

This brothel

is like a nation.

And freedom...

You wretch, stay away
from the firecracker!

Careful, dear.

If you burn your face

you'll be wandering
around like a bitch!

No one will buy you, nor
will I let you stay here.

I will kick you out! - Listen...

Oh come on. They are celebrating
independence today.

Please don't interfere.
You've spoilt them!

Hey.

She's so short-tempered.

Bloody... - Why?

There are no
short-tempered Gujaratis?

Begum Jaan, let's not
be indifferent here.

We're all the same here.

We're all whores.

Shut up!
- Rubina, take care of these girls.

Damn them... I'll
teach them a lesson.

Teacher, you better leave now

and don't bring any more gifts.

You see, Begun Jaan
never takes any favors.

She always repays her debts.
If we're short of money

we'll offer you one of the girls...
- Stop blurting nonsense.

I come here for the country...

What about sisters and mothers
of our glorious nation?

Hindu, Muslim, foreigners.
Whoever they are.

It will always be a man's thing.

So what do we care...
- It's your country, too.

Fine, then go ahead.

Ask any man out of the
millions of citizens

to marry one of the women
and take her away.

Tell me.

I was just...
- Don't do it, teacher.

Don't make tall claims.

Give it to me.

Give it to me...

Begum Jaan says that
not only our bodies

even our hearts have a price.

Teacher.

A little more than these
sweetmeats and firecrackers.

Perhaps, I'll adjust
for your sake.

Only for heart.

Begum Jaan is right.
Everything has a price.

Body, soul and land.

Panditji, Sardar sir,
Balwant Singh, Jinnah

Liaqat Khan. Everyone
gave their approval.

Who cares whether they
approve of it or not.

This country is ours. - Was!

Now they will draw a
line across Punjab.

This side will be India and on
that side will be Pakistan.

And a line is drawn by the
foreigners in the middle.

Radcliffe.

The Radcliffe line.

"My beloved..."

"I'm leaving them..."

The boundary line follows the western
boundary of Pathankot district

to the point where
Pathankot, Sakkargarh

and Gurdaspur districts meet.

Then it follows the
boundary between Sakkargarh

and Gurdaspur districts, between
Batla and the Roval districts

between Ansnala and
Sardara districts.

To the point on the river Ravi,

where the districts of
Lahore and Amritsar meet.

Sir, Mr. Ilias is here.

"My beloved..."

Here I am.

Why?

Did I say something wrong?

How is your mom?

Is Kusum all right?

Yes, she is.

She barely escaped
getting raped.

I don't know whether
mother got raped or not.

She doesn't say anything.
Just keeps crying.

Sit.

How is your wife?

She was stripped.

They killed her.

Then burned her.

I didn't know.

I mean... I am
really very sorry.

What if you had known?

What if you had been around?

It happened right
before my eyes.

Everything.

That night, when they...
- Betel leaf.

Do you still chew betel leaf?

I stopped that long ago.

And you... do you
still eat beef?

We would specially
prepare it for you.

Kebabs, beef.

You hated colors.

We would celebrate 'Holi'.
- Ilias.

There's no point in remembering...
- Yes, we're enemies, after all.

We hate each other.

Don't worry.

No one will know that
we're childhood friends.

Okay?

Yes.

We represent the Indian National
Congress and Muslim League.

We're here on official business.

Our job is done once
we divide this nation.

We might never meet again.

It'll be easier if
we hate each other.

Well, the inspectors of Dorangla
and Sakkargarh have arrived.

We have to go on an inspection.

Let's not delay anymore.

It's already too late, Ilias.

It's too late.

No, I want my mom to
put the ointment on.

No, I want my mom to do it.
- Laadli.

Your mother is busy. - No.

No, I want my mom to apply the ointment.
- Laadli.

Mom, please apply the ointment.
- Chhutki.

My eyes hurt.

I've been telling
you since morning

to let auntie apply the medicine.
Don't you get it?

Jamila, don't shout at her.

I'll drown you straight
in the Ganges.

Dear, show me, where it hurts?

I'll give you some medicine.

Only mom will apply the ointment.
- Don't cry.

Stop crying, sweetheart.
- Ask mom to apply the ointment.

Let's dance 'garba'.

Come on. - I don't want to.

Let's dance 'garba'
and let's play.

Dear, listen to me. - Don't cry.

I will tell you a story.
- Let's play with your dolls.

A man comes here leaving his
family problems behind.

But it's the same
mess all over again.

Return my money.

Can't you wait for a minute?

You're in heat, aren't you?

Can't you see that mother-daughter
are having a conversation?

Hold your horses for a second.
- It's all right, go ahead and talk.

Patience is sweetly rewarded.

Be patient.
- Listen, sweetheart, no need to wait.

Come over to me. - Dear me.

Sweetheart.

Stay in your limits
and let me do my job.

Go handle your own clients.
- Get lost...

Lata, shut up!
- Knock some sense into her.

You can leave if you like, but
you won't get a penny back.

What's this? I didn't
even touch her.

You didn't even touch her?

What do you think of yourself?

Hey!

What's going on here?

Why in the world are you
making such a racket?

We have official
visitors from Lahore.

Amba, Maina, Lata.

Just check what they want.
- Come.

And Gulabo must be done by now.

If she isn't, tell her
to wrap up immediately.

We need the rooms.

Rubina. - Yes.

Ask Sujeet to go play with Laadli.
- Yes.

Aunty, go inside. Go. - Come.

Why can't I stay with my mother?
- Because she's going with someone else.

Why do you ask so
many questions?

Laadli, listen.

This uncle here has some important
business with your mother

and I promised him he
wouldn't be disturbed.

If you insist staying
with your mother

then I'll be branded as a liar.

Do you want people to
call Begum Jaan a liar?

You don't. Bravo. - Come on.

Rubina! Call Sujeet. - Come on.

So which side are we on?
- India.

According to the Radcliffe Line

the border will be erected
between Dorangla and Sakkargarh

and we'll install a barbwire
fence along the same line.

Draw lines and install
the barb wire fence.

And there you have it, the
India and Pakistan border.

Is it that easy?

Won't there be riots like
in Delhi, Amritsar, Lahore?

Why? Are the people who live
here of a different kind?

There will be riots, just
like on the other side.

But the Muslim League will not
claim responsibility for it.

People on both sides
must be properly warned.

If they want to cross the
border, they must do it now.

After that they will
massacre the minorities.

When the time comes maybe we'll
do the same thing, Ilias.

Like animals.

Is this a wolf?

Tiger. - He is crazy.

Monkey.

Yes, monkey.
- What are you scratching?

Jump!

He looks just like a monkey.
- Now elephant.

Nice.

Nice.

That's an Elephant!

Now recognize this.

From the Bundelas and Harbolas
we heard her tales of glory.

One who fought bravely, that
was the Queen of Jhansi.

Let it be, auntie.

God knows what you teach her
and what she understands.

She ruins my sleep by
asking questions all night.

Whoa!

How was it?

Laadli, now try this.
- Who is it?

Laadli, my sweetheart, my child.

The teacher's here,
with your books.

Where is he?

Begum Jaan, the teacher.
- Teacher.

Send him in.

I'll call him.

Uncle Salim, you look so small!

Salim.

Hey, enough of your stories.

Get back to work everyone.

Begum Jaan isn't
doing charity here.

Go on.

And Rubina, call Sujeet.

You two take the day off today.
- Begum!

Go out.

You want the day off, scumbag!

I'll show you.

Catch him. - Save me!

I was just kidding.

Catch him.

According to Mr. Radcliffe

the border will
pass through here.

Across the jungle, and
alongside that lake.

On this side will be India, and
it's last station Dorangla.

And on the other side
will be Sakkargarh

Pakistan's first Police station.

We'll have a border
checkpoint between them.

What is this? - Did you...

Mr. Srivastav, did you see that?

Shyam, what is that? - Yes.

Generally you find them on
the outskirts of the city.

Away from homes and
neighborhoods.

Is it a mosque? - No, no, sir.

It's Begum Jaan's brothel.

Brothel.

Mr. Akhtar, we must raze it.

Because the Radcliffe Line
will pass right through that.

Exactly in the middle.

Ilias, the border checkpoint will be
built upon the exact same location.

Right? - Yes.

So on the one side

there will be India and
Pakistan on the other.

Are the British making
borders or fooling around?

No, I mean...

They must have thought
this through.

Sir, can't we shift
the line a bit?

Mister, a nation is getting
divided, people are dying

and you want to know whether the
line could be shifted or not?

The decision's been taken,
the map's been created.

Nothing can be shifted now.

Careful.

And what's the matter?

I can sense that you're more scared
of this brothel than the border.

What is the matter?

You see... - Let me tell you.

Begum Jaan, the owner
of that brothel.

Actually, she's a serpent.

She's a powerful woman with
friends in high places.

From landlords to British,

she has everyone in
the palm of her hand.

What's more, even the
King is her benefactor.

That's why, she isn't
scared of the law.

That's obvious.

Where is she from?
This Begum Jaan?

No one knows her real name.

But they say that she's
from around here.

She went to Benares
after marriage.

She became a widow
at a very young age.

Someone sold her to a brothel.

She stayed there for few days
and then fled to Lucknow.

She became a courtesan.

She earned a lot of fame.

She just returned a
couple of years ago

and built this brothel
between these two towns.

She had the king's support,
so she faced no difficulties.

Singing, dancing, feasts.

That place is full
of fun and frolic.

"Every girl in Brij
celebrates 'Holi'."

"Every girl in Brij
celebrates 'Holi'."

"From their body and
from the heart."

"They've drenched themselves
in colors with Kanha."

"Every girl in Brij
celebrates 'Holi'."

"Every girl in Brij
celebrates 'Holi'."

"Peacock feathers in the air."

"The sound of the
flute's resonating."

"The pots break, the
milkmaids are decked up"

"Every lane in Vrindavan"

"is soaked in the
colors of Kanha."

"is soaked in the
colors of Kanha."

"Every girl in Brij
celebrates 'Holi'."

"Every girl in Brij."

"Every girl in Brij
celebrates 'Holi'."

"The clouds are thundering"

"and the body sways
to its tune."

"We're so fortunate"

"our courtyard's filled
with all the colors."

"Our courtyard's filled
with all the colors."

"Free wandering soul"

"high on cannabis."

"Lord Shankar's on
our threshold."

"What has happened?"

"Every color has turned
in to the color of love."

"The season can't
differentiate."

"The season can't
differentiate."

"When your body touched
mine, my world lit up"

"when you colored me."

"Every girl in Brij
celebrates 'Holi'."

"From their body and
from the heart."

"They've drenched themselves
in colors with Kanha."

"Every girl in Brij
celebrates 'Holi'."

After her husband's demise

things started getting
ugly for Meera.

She was an ardent devotee
of Lord Krishna.

But she faced

increasing atrocities from King
Bhoj's brother, Vikramaditya.

For his greed of the throne,
Vikramaditya played a ruse

and laced the
sweetmeats with poison.

Meera ate it, but no
harm came to her.

Vikramaditya was
shocked and surprised.

How is this possible?

It was Lord Krishna who turned
the poison into nectar.

Then, he came up
with another ruse.

He put nails on Meera's bed.

But Meera wasn't scared.

She sang the praises
of Lord Krishna.

They say Lord Krishna
foiled this ruse as well

and He turned all the
nails into rose petals.

Meera forsook all earthly ties

and devoted herself
to Lord Krishna.

Who do we worship, auntie?

Who is our God?

"I was talking to the peacock
and that's what she said."

The king brought
this doll for me.

Show me that doll.
- No. I won't.

I have a severe stomachache...
- Begum.

I said I have a stomachache.

Why? Can't I be sick?

If you get too rough, it
may just all come out.

Begum Jaan, Gulabo's
making excuses.

Gulabo, hurry up.

Gulabo, hurry up.

Don't be stubborn, Gulabo.
Go inside.

Begum Jaan, let me go.
- Shut up.

"Let me go." Bitch.

Didn't you hear what I said?

I've already accepted
token, now go inside.

I really have a bad case of
loose motions, believe me.

Even my hands and legs are paining,
and I think I have fever too.

Don't give me excuses during
business hours, Gulabo.

I know why you fall
sick every Friday.

Because the teacher visits us.

If you want to fall in love,
then go someplace else.

Understood?

Why?

You want to enjoy with
the teacher alone.

Begum Jaan, if you're free

we have some government
officers, with a legal notice.

Greetings, Begum Jaan. All fine?

Salim. - Yes, Begum Jaan.

Take the dogs outside

and see that they don't
cross the threshold.

Okay, Begum Jaan.

So what were you saying?

Because if you've come
here to enjoy for free

then, I am sure you
remember my answer.

Begum Jaan, you're
embarrassing me.

Actually, I'm here for
a different reason.

Why? Not in the mood today, Mr.
Shyam?

Have you found
another scapegoat?

Have some shame, Begum Jaan.

These are top officials
from India and Pakistan

and they have legal
orders for you.

Dear me! Again.

Look, sir, we can't go to the
camp for medical checkups.

I know syphilis, etcetera,
can be bothersome

even if you don't have it.

And these bloody
foreigners enjoy for free.

Forget about paying the price...
- We're not here for that.

We have eviction notice. - Huh?

What notice?

Eviction?

You must vacate this
brothel, Begum Jaan.

The India-Pakistan border

will run right through this brothel.
Right in the middle.

We'll build a checkpoint here.

India-and-Pakistan.

India-and-Pakistan.

Maina. Hey, Maina.
Quickly open the door.

Maina.

What?

They say we'll be
thrown out of here.

Have you lost your mind?
How can they throw us out?

Come with me...

You have to hurry.
- Hail Lord Krishna...

I'll teach them a lesson.
- Amba, what are you doing?

How dare they throw us out!

Here. Hide it. - Amba.

Hide it. - What are you saying?

Damn! I have to see it.
- Where are you going?

My dagger... Wait.

Come on.

Where will we go?

My home's right here.

Won't you settle down?

Somewhere, away from this filth.

You're so stupid.

This is my home.

I don't like all this.

What?

A new man enters your
room every night.

Entire night... - Sure.

You bring customers
for me, don't you?

Yes, I know.

I can't help it.

I owe Begum Jaan a big amount.

She's done so much for me.

So even I have a
responsibility...

So what if I am a pimp?
Can't I love someone?

What?

What did you just say?

What can't you do? - Love.

What's so funny?

Okay, okay.

Say it in English.

It's not important.

Say it, please, say it.

I... love you!

Wow!

I love you!

Dear me!

Listen, Sujeet.

Don't cry like a woman.

Get away, you whore!

I can't bear the fact that
any scumbag can touch you!

Someday, I'll cut
them to pieces!

What... What happened?

What's this?

My breasts.

Mothers use them to
suckle their baby.

Nothing more than
a piece of flesh.

What's this?

Ask me.

It's just like any other
part of the body.

Just flesh. Nothing more.

Auntie says...

Like it says in the 'Gita'.

Like old clothes.

We change it every day.

It's nothing.

I am Rubi.

Sujeet's Rubi.

Rubina doesn't exist anymore.

She is right here.

Silly boy.

This is an official notice.

One from Delhi and the
other from Karachi.

Boundary Commission
Act is the new law

under which it's been decided to
chalk out an international border

between India and Pakistan.

Do you know what a border means?

A perimeter.

We'll erect a barbwire
between both the nations...

Unfortunately Begum Jaan, Sir
Radcliffe's line, this barbwire

will be erected right
through your brothel.

Now, do you understand...
- Hold on a moment.

Let me first understand this
stupid concept of the barb wire.

So, across the courtyard,

where Rubina, Rani,
Laadli are standing

will be India?

And on this side, where
Amba, Maina are standing

will be Pakistan?

Yes.

Yes? - Yes.

Read it for yourself.

Can you read?

Senile old men!

He makes no sense.

What happened?
- I don't know what's wrong.

What's going on?

What is so funny?

Sir, your Mr. Radcliffe
turned out to be a butcher.

And an amateur at that.

If he wanted to divide the country he
should've been gentle and surgical.

In fact, Rahim can gut the
goat better than that.

Isn't that right?

Ribs.

Thighs.

Kidneys. Liver.

Slicing in the middle...
- Begum Jaan.

I think you're not aware of the
seriousness of this situation.

So let me explain you again.

From next month, we'll
start laying barbed wires

on the Indian-Pakistan border.

The Hindus and Muslims of the
cities adjoining this line,

which is Dorangla and Sakkargarh

will be advised to
cross the border.

Because the recent gruesome
incidence are an ample proof

that Hindus in Pakistan and
Muslims in India are not safe.

And exactly at this point,
where we're standing,

we'll be building a
border checkpoint

where the men, goods, and
cattle will cross the border.

There can be riots between
Hindus and Muslims as well.

So we advise you...
- Hey, did you pay the price?

Yes. - Money?

Yes, I paid you in full.

Why? Did you ask about the
girl's caste, her religion?

Is she Hindu or Muslim?

What do you mean?

I mean, what has religion got to do...
- And you, Mr. half-naked

What is your caste?

Caste? Well, I am a Brahmin.

You were in a bed with a girl.
Do you know her caste?

Won't it defile
your sensibilities?

No, I mean...
- You know what, mister?

I mean, officers.

We didn't ask them any
questions either.

Caste, creed, religion.

They just chose a girl, fixed
a price and we welcomed them.

Did you get it?

There's nothing to understand.

Every brothel... - Mister.

Call this brothel
or a whorehouse.

This is my home, my country.

There are no Hindus or
Muslims, high or low caste.

It's our body, our will

and our law goes around here.

I still don't understand which India and
Pakistan you two are talking about.

That teacher keeps telling me

about the Congress, Muslim
League, Nehru, Jinnah.

Delhi, Karachi,
Partition etcetera.

But this is just
nonsense for us.

Utter nonsense.

Because we don't care about

what decisions those rascals
are taking in Delhi.

This is our bread,
this is our butter.

It's our home and our brothel.

Before anyone can
throw us out of here

we'd rather tear him
from limb to limb...

What do you guys say?

We'll partition his body.

You wretch.

Don't you dare!

I will kill you.

Get your hands off!
- Keep it down.

How dare you scare us!

Run away.

Salim!

Guests!

We were as polite
as we could be.

Come on.

Goodbye, Begum Jaan.

You have a month's time.

Only one month. Get it?

We certainly know a thing or
two about periods and months.

They leaves me bloodied
every single time.

Ilias.

Get lost! - Move it.

Run away. - Get lost.

Get lost!

The brave woman, whose story I
am going to tell you today,

her name was Razia Sultana.

Pay attention and sit properly.

At a very young age, Razia knew

that she had to take care of
the kingdom when she grows up.

The throne was her
greatest strength

and her greatest foe.

Because her own
people didn't want

Razia to ascend the throne.

But Razia was determined

to do everything on her
own strength, her will.

Amongst all the emperors,
she was the only empress.

Razia Sultana.

She raised her own army.

Carved a niche for
herself in history.

You must make yourself
proud when you grow up.

How dare those scoundrels!

They come and tell me, Begum Jaan
that I'll have to evict my brothel!

How dare they!

Calm down, Begum Jaan.
It's not their fault.

The order's come from above.

I don't care where it came from.

How dare they stand
in my brothel

and give me a month's notice!

Teacher, you've connections
in the political party.

I want those two transferred
in a month's time.

I'll give you anything you want.

If the demand is for girls,
then I'll arrange for that.

Otherwise, I'll go myself...

Begum Jaan, not every problem
has the same solution.

You shouldn't be angry with them. One
of them is from a different party.

Assholes! All of them!

I'll talk to the
party high command.

We can at least try
to get a stay order

and then we can look
for a different place.

It's quite late. You
must be hungry.

How about you eat
something first?

I'll take your leave now.

I'll speak to the party
high command tomorrow.

At least, have dinner, teacher.

I am not hungry.

Don't you have a
stomachache tonight?

Standing there with a sad face.
Go, get my hookah.

I'll speak to the
teacher about you.

Did she have to
fall in love now?

Get out!

Get out!

Get it?

Don't ever come back!

What's wrong? Are
you feeling okay?

Begum Jaan, did you
see a nightmare?

Why were you scared?
What happened?

We must send a message.
- To whom, dear?

To His Highness. - His highness?

Begum Jaan?

Salim!

Half the expenses for the
wood will be borne by Delhi.

Give this over there.

8 million.

In Punjab alone.

According to
official statistics.

Better remember
these three words.

8 million homeless.

We must tell the people
why this is happening.

Tell them about the
millions of homeless,

tell them about the dead bodies.

Tell them about the
bloodshed, and everything.

Else no one will
leave their homes.

Of course, they will.

The bloodshed in Amritsar,
Allahabad, Ahmedabad, Bombay.

All the things our
boys have done there

when the Moslems in
Dorangala find out...

Sorry. Just...

Sorry. - Moslems!

Muzzies! Mullah!

Very good.

Even we have a number
of tales, Hari Prasad.

But that night, when they
were taking off their clothes

I didn't see your face in them.

And I still don't.
- Then do it, Ilias!

Do it. It's important.

You must harbor hatred, you
must harbor differences.

Otherwise, you will never
be able to do this job.

Or live. - Fine.

Let's talk then.

If people cross the border,
then that's fine...

People will have to move.

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"Your roofs, your lands."

"Your daggers and your borders."

"Just tell me,
where is my home?"

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"I left my veil
hanging on the rope."

"I left my shirt hanging
on the hangar."

"Where did I leave my honor?"

"I left Allah in the dome"

"and the Lord in
the differences."

"Where did I leave Rama?"

"Where are the
people who matter?"

"Where are the angels?"

"Tell me, where is
that paradise?"

"Find me that paradise,
where is it?"

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"Your knock, your fists."

"You can keep your soil."

"Tell me, where is my home?"

"There's a heave of sigh here"

"and a heave of sigh there."

"Bravo this independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Independence."

So just imagine, Your Highness.

He threatened me on my turf.

And threatening me means

threatening His
Highness' servant.

What is his name?

Someone called Srivastav
and Ilias, Your Highness.

And the inspectors of
Dorangla and Sakkargarh

also treat us quite unfairly.

They are just mice.

To bell the cat, I
must go to Delhi.

After all, they are
government officials.

I'll go this month.

Don't worry, Begum Jaan.

No one will bother you.

Thank you, Your Highness.

But please,

Your Highness, don't get into
a fit of rage and kill them.

Their dismissal is enough.

Your Highness.

You brought so many gifts
for everyone again.

You've really
pampered these girls.

Well, the brothel stays closed for
a couple of days because of me.

After all, it's my responsibility...
- Dear me.

What are you saying,
Your Highness?

This brothel is all yours
and so are the girls.

Even I...

So who should I present today?

Gulabo?

Or would you prefer
Rubina or Lata?

I've heard that there's a
new girl staying with you.

But I didn't see her
with the others.

You've hidden her from us.

No...

Maybe Shabnam was
playing outside.

She's been through a terrible
ordeal, Your Highness.

And so...

I mean, she's still
not been trained...

You stay safe here
because of me.

No one bothers you, because
I've taken your responsibility.

And foreigners and governors,
who spend their nights here

don't do it for free.

In fact, even your taxes are
paid from the royal treasury.

Huh?

And in return, I expect
only a little something.

I hope you remember.

Sure, Your Highness.

Whenever you get a new girl, the
first right to break her in

Belongs to you.
- No. To the king.

Whether she's a virgin
or experienced.

Get her ready. I'll be leaving
early in the morning.

Yes, Your Highness.

And yes, Begum Jaan,

my gramophone stopped working

so I couldn't bring it along.

And you know that

I can't do anything

until there's no music.

Your Highness, you're
our benefactor.

But I beg you, I cannot
do this any longer...

Don't delay.

Otherwise, it'll delay
my trip to Delhi.

"O bearer, slow the palanquin"

"and wait for a minute."

"Let me hug them tightly"

"and bless them from the
bottom of my heart."

"Your 'bindi' shimmers,
bangles clinker"

"and you're glowing
in the veil."

"May the kohl, the
flowers are lovely"

"and your courtyard's
covered in your fragrance."

"May your heart sway, when
your beloved kisses you"

"and your body and
heart are thrilled."

"May you be unharmed, untainted"

"and every inch of
your body glows."

"O bearer, slow the palanquin"

"I've laid the stars
on your pillow"

"while the moon sings for you."

"The beautiful night queen"

"sings lullabies
at your window."

"Sleep my dear,
sleep, my child."

"Disappear from my eyes."

"O dawn, don't wake me up yet."

"Wait a little longer."

"My slumber's incomplete
and so is my dream."

"Let it be complete."

"Your 'bindi' shimmers,
bangles clinker"

"and you're glowing
in the veil."

"May the kohl, the
flowers are lovely"

"May your heart sway"

"are thrilled."

"May you be unharmed,
untainted..."

How are you, teacher?
- It's not good, Begum Jaan.

This is important.

Say it then. Your
lips are not sealed.

Not here, can we go
inside and talk?

You're too much, teacher.

By the way, even I
wanted to speak to you.

About someone.

I'll go get some water.
- Come on.

So, should I...

What's wrong, teacher?

Listen, Begum Jaan.

I spoke to the party.

No pressure is going to work.

What do you mean?

You must obey the orders.

I think, you better
move out of here.

You don't know these people.

They can do anything under the
pretext of government orders.

What government, master?

I am the government around here.

Why don't you understand?
They'll attack you.

You're being very rude, teacher.

I'm not being rude, Begum.

I am worried for you.

Worried? For me?

Since when?

I was always worried for you

and I never got the
chance to express it.

But now I do.

The opportunity to
start a new life.

Listen. Quit all this.

This brothel, this
profession, this life.

And come with me.

Together we will... - We?

There's a difference
between sleeping together

and abiding by each other.

Begum Jaan, I...
- You helped us a lot.

I thank you for that.

Had I known

your true intentions... - Begum!

Let me make one thing
clear, teacher.

Begum is beyond your grasp.

But I really...
- What nonsense, teacher!

Do you know there's someone who
can give her life for you?

I thought you wanted
to talk about her.

I don't understand
what you really want.

I want you.
- That's enough, teacher.

You were with us
during our good times

so I don't want to be the
reason for your bad luck.

Don't ever come back here again!

Begum Jaan, you're
assaulting a police officer.

Better think about this.

I only have your best
interests at heart.

You must vacate this brothel.

Yes, I'll see to it that you don't
face any problems after that.

Is this brothel your private
property that you'll evict us?

Or does your mother work here?
- You bitch!

Mind your tongue!

You're so stupid, Shyam Singh.

Doctors are called doctors,
lawyers as lawyers

and prostitutes are
called prostitutes.

That's not an abuse for us.

If you had called us a cop, then
that would've been an abuse to us.

Salim.

Those who are blessed
by the kings

don't need the pawns
to protect them.

Now get lost.

Get lost!

And then Begum Jaan
tried to seduce me.

When I said, I love Gulabo

she had me thrown
out of the house.

But Begum Jaan was saying that...
- You don't trust me.

I left my home and town
and fighting for you.

I even went against
the party's decision.

I keep thinking about
you every moment.

In fact, I had to sneak
up here to meet you

and you don't trust me.

We went there with the
orders before, sir.

But Mirza and his dogs bit us.

This time, I even took
few constables along.

But the king's bodyguards
were already present there.

Begum said...

Next time she will kill us

and hang us at the
border's checkpoint.

How can she hang you?

Not me, sir.

You.

The two of you.

You may leave. - Okay, sir.

If we don't get rid
of the brothel,

it will stall the
construction of the border.

The king's bodyguards are
also stationed there now.

Ilias, we must go to Sonapur.
- Why? What's out there?

The solution to this problem.

Not all jobs can be
done officially.

There are some
unofficial employees

for certain matters.

Did you understand?

Get up.

Who were you with?
- Don't worry.

It wasn't one of your
clients or your father.

Hey bloody fool!

Don't drag my father into this!

Tell me, where did you go?

I won't tell you.

What will you do?

If Begum Jaan finds out

that you're in love with someone,
then she will skin you alive.

Bloody sycophant,

why are you always
licking her boots?

Bloody traitor.

Who saved you

when those wolves had
ganged up on you?

Rascal! How dare you slap me!
- Witch!

I will strangle you!

You conniving bitch!

You scheming bitch! - Bitch!

Come here!

You scheming bitch!

I will kill you. - Let go!

I'll strangle you.

Damn...

Why are you crying now?

What do you get
from this madness?

Begum Jaan took you in.

She will never hurt you.

"Looking at the
grinding stones,"

"Kabir is lamenting."

"In the duel of two wheels,
nothing remains safe."

Kabir Double-duty,
that's my name.

I can be Hindu or Muslim.

Thread around my neck
and circumcision too.

I carry the priest's cap and
the saint's hat as well.

I wouldn't know in which area
to create a riot and when.

But the boys are always
ready on both sides.

They all have one religion.
Money.

They get the job done
and you pay them.

Tell me whom to kill.

We want you to evict a manor.
- Brothel.

Yes, brothel.

One that's between
Dorangla and Sakkargarh.

That whorehouse?

Have you tried in
every way you could?

Because once Kabir's boys
get started on a job...

I hope you get it.

We've done what we could.

Now you must take care of it.
- Take care?

You mean, kill them?

Should I shoot them or stab
them or strangle them?

It's quite satisfying.

Or should we abduct
and rape them?

Or... Should we just hurt them?

Or I should use rods to
hit them at right places.

Every job has a different price.

Don't worry about the money.

But... I don't think we'll
need to do all that.

You'll have few men from the
police station, as well as guns.

Maybe by threatening
or scaring them.

Otherwise, shoot them.

Just shoot them.

Soap, powder, lentil, rice.
We're nearly out of everything.

This time, Lata will
go with Sujeet.

I won't carry those sacks alone.

You must come along.

I hardly get a square meal,
I have no strength left.

You know that I am a vegetarian.

Lata, can't vegetarians
carry heavy burdens?

Cows, buffaloes, donkeys and elephants
- Enough.

are all vegetarians.

Let it be.

Don't try to educate
me about food

since you don't even know
where you come from.

Lowlife.
- Bitch. Don't comment on my caste.

At least, we don't
throw our women

onto the same pyre as
their dead husband.

Did you forget how you came
here running, half burnt?

You bloody mother...
- Scumbag...

I will pull your tongue out.

I'll break your jaw...
- Stop fighting.

Or you won't get to eat.

Jamila. - Yes.

Get the meat which the
villagers sent. Hurry.

Why do you always fight
with Amba over caste?

I've kept it right there.
You can easily see it.

Jamila. - Yes, Begum Jaan.

The lentil gruel was delicious.

Would you like some
more, Begum Jaan?

Uncle Salim. Why don't you
teach us how to fire a gun?

Your cop friends left
their guns here last year

and they are just
rusting out here.

Take Begum Jaan's permission,
and I'll teach you.

Begum Jaan, why don't
you say something?

Silly girl, we're under the
protection of the king.

As long as he's alive, you
don't have to use the gun.

Postman.

Letter.

Jamila. Go check.

That was delicious. - Onions?

It's been really long since

Jamila made her famous oat bran.

Sujeet, give me some water.

Here you go.

Give me some onions.

Here. - Take it.

What happened?

Begum Jaan.

Begum Jaan. - What happened?

Watch it! - What happened?

Someone tell me,
what's happening?

Rascals. - What happened?

Uncle Salim.

Begum Jaan!

Salim!

Greetings, Begum Jaan.

I hope you all liked
the meat today.

Wasn't it nice?

I knew right away

that Shekhu's full of meat.

I don't know how spicy
you like your meat.

So I cooked it according
to my preference.

But I left Bhaloo for you guys.

You can cook him like you want.

One more thing, Begum Jaan.

You must vacate
this brothel now.

After all, there are going
to be two countries.

So you must make a
sacrifice, like Shekhu.

Peace be upon you.

Yours Kabir.

No, Salim...

Salim, no... - Brother Salim!

It was my responsibility
to protect the children!

Brother Salim!

It was my responsibility
to protect the children!

Brother Salim!

It was my responsibility
to protect the children!

He is a butcher.

It was mine!

It was mine!

Will Kabir stay quiet
after threatening them?

Can't we reason with the king
to drive Begum Jaan away?

It won't make a difference.

Do you think that
a century later

when the children would
read about the partition

it would have stories about
you, me or Begum Jaan?

Who talks about
pawns in history?

They only talk about emperors.

But I am not talking
about a century later.

I am talking about this time.
Now.

Ilias is in agony.

Yes, Ilias is in agony for
a bunch of prostitutes.

Isn't that what you mean?

Ilias.

In order to destroy
Begum Jaan's brothel,

we won't have to give a
speech or cause a riot.

At least, in these two areas.

In order to save countless lives

we'll have to
sacrifice some lives.

Consider that it's Eid today.

Bakra-Eid.

Bunch of cowards!

Butchering speechless animals!

Cowards!

I will skin them alive,
make a whip out of it

and flog them with it.

Promise me, you
won't spare them.

I raised them since
they were pups...

In rain, in winter.

I would wipe their bodies
and feed them milk...

What's wrong with your throat?

Shekhu's hair. It's
stuck in my throat.

It's just your imagination.

No, it's there, it's there.

I can't even swallow it.

"While leaving the
city of Lucknow"

"don't ask about my plight."

Begum.

I think, you must all leave too.

What?

Times are changing.

I went to Delhi.

Everything will be over soon.

I don't understand what
you're trying to say.

Even the king of
Junagarh was in Delhi.

Kashmir and Hyderabad
have been told that

they must choose a side
they want to live in.

So...

What does that mean?

Kings will always remain kings.

Whether it's in India or...
What's it called?

Pakistan... - Begum Jaan,

kings are not the
rulers anymore.

The people will
be the kings now.

Delhi and Karachi
have only one motive.

In a couple of years, all
the kingdoms and estates

will belong to the government.

And you?

We'll be mere pawns.

You know the royal
treasure is almost empty.

People are leaving and we
have to sell some stuff.

We're also facing
many legal cases.

So now?

Begum... listen to
the government.

Leave this brothel.

I cannot... protect you anymore.

Well, I don't think anything's
in your control anymore.

Even if I sing today, you
won't be able to do anything.

Begum! - Salim!

Yes, Begum Jaan.

Salim, the king is very tired.

Take him to his room.

He needs rest.

And he'll be leaving soon, so
make all the arrangements.

You'll die a terrible
death, Begum.

Whatever! I'll die like a
queen, and not a beggar.

In my palace.

"You sneak up to my doorstep."

"My heart bleeds and my
heartbeat full of desolation."

"My heart bleeds and my
heartbeat full of desolation."

"I dabbed soothing
turmeric on your wounds"

"and opened up my
wounds along the way."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply
in love with you."

"The old memories were
refreshed again."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

You're learning how to fire
a gun, not washing clothes.

Hold it properly.

Hold it.

Bravo, Rubina.

You're fine.

Nice.

This bitch is very heavy, Salim.

My dagger's much better.
- Don't joke, Begum Jaan.

Shoulder straight,
strong grip, clear view.

Come on.

Pull it back.

Kicks back like a bloody horse!
- Careful.

Bravo.

Nice.

Good one.

If Begum Jaan finds
out Laadli's with us

she will skin us all alive.

What can I do?

Jamila said to take her out,

she was feeling very
lonely in the house.

If she says anything, then
you'll have to handle her.

Ever since Shekhu-Bhaloo died

the place seems
like a graveyard.

Hurry up, it will
be sunset soon.

Can't we take this?

Show me this one.

How much for the tomatoes?
- Two annas.

Like this. Pull it back. Push.

You have to push it
with your might.

Take aim.
- Load the bullet like this.

Push it forward.

Pull it back. - Like this.

Begum Jaan!

Begum Jaan! - Gulabo.

This is how you load a bullet.

Like this. - Push this...

Bravo, Gulabo.

Great.

We got everything.

Laadli, did you have fun?

Yes, she is tired.

Hurry up. - What happened?

Walk faster.

What happened?

What's wrong?

Walk faster. Walk faster.

Walk faster. Walk faster.
- But what happened?

What's wrong?
- Don't look back. Just walk faster.

Walk... - What happened?

Run! Run!

Run, Laadli. - Run.

Come on. - Sujeet.

Come on.

Run. - Come on.

Come on. - Let me go!

Come on, hurry up! Hurry up.

Hurry.

What happened? - Hide.

Come on.

Quiet. Hush.

This way... Come on.

Come on.

Come here.

Sit! Sit down.

Be quiet.

Are... are they
going to kill us?

Listen, I think
they went that way.

There's a lane up ahead.
Let's get out through there.

No, they went that way.

So you go this way.
- Leaving you alone?

I would rather die
than leave you alone.

Stop arguing, just do as I said.

Go or else I'll die.

I told you we
shouldn't come here.

Now, these people will kill us.

Will you shut up? Always crying.

Come on. Come on.

Let me go. Let me go.

Sujeet... - I beg you.

I am just a kid, I
haven't done anything.

Rubina, let's go.
- I told you that I won't go.

But no one ever listens to me.

Listen, brother, I have
nothing to do with them.

Let me go.

Why did you send
me away forever?

What will Ruby do without you?

Tell me.

Don't you want to settle down?

Don't go, Sujeet.

Don't go.

I... love you.

I love you!

I love you!

I opened this brothel.

And all of you came
here one after another.

You got work and our
business flourished.

Lata, remember?

You weren't agreeing.

I remember, Begum Jaan.

I also remember your dagger.

And Rani. Hiding
behind your veil.

You were scared out of your wits when
you saw blood for the first time.

Begum Jaan, you're too much.

Of course, you've grown up now.
Feeling embarrassed.

And Maina-Amba. I had to pay
a high price for you two.

Almost emptied my purse.

That was one stormy night.

Covered in fever, these two
were blabbering all the time.

That's nothing new.

These two still
blabber all the time.

Blabbermouths of this brothel.

Jamila, this isn't a brothel.

It's our home.

We never got so much
freedom in our own home.

Freedom.

Nonsense.

These two countries are playing
the game of independence

and so we must move
out of our home.

Our home, our land.

The place from where
I left as a bride

and returned as a courtesan.

I even marked a place
for my burial.

There...

For years, I sold my flesh.

I never imagined my brothel
will be broken into two.

Our bodies will be partitioned.

Bloody rascals! I am not
going to leave this house.

I don't need a man! I can
protect this place alone.

But you must leave! The rest
of you, you must leave.

Leave.

Go where? You think our
families will take us back.

They have even
forgotten our names.

And those villagers!

Those priests.

During the day, they will
stay away from my shadows.

And at night, they
will screw me!

You're a woman, too.

You know very well whether
it's a queen or a whore.

It's always the men who are in control.
- Amba, why don't you understand?

There's nothing left to
understand, Begum Jaan.

They sliced dear Sujeet
into four pieces.

We won't leave till
we finish this war.

Yes, Begum. This brothel
belongs to us as well.

Now if we leave,
then what about you?

Do you remember?

So it's best that we all stay
here and fight our battles.

She is right.

But we must get Laadli and Shabnam
out of here, at any cost.

And you too, auntie.

The son I gave birth to

left me at the banks of
Benares, helpless and alone.

Auntie.

Don't rake up the past.

Dear, it was you who helped me.

You held my hand.

Do you want to throw me out now?

Fine. There's no point
in arguing with you.

But Shabnam and Laadli must leave...
- Laadli won't go anywhere.

She will stay here.

This is her home too.

She was born here, Begum Jaan.

And that's why...
- She is your child too.

All of you raised her together.

So we'll all go with
Laadli, or no one goes.

Jamila...
- I've made up my mind, that's it.

Why are you all so stubborn?

You don't understand.

Okay, listen.

Until the situation
doesn't get better,

take both of them to
Guruji in Lucknow.

I won't go... - Listen to me.

This place is not safe
for children anymore.

Gulabo, hurry up!

Gulabo, hurry up!

Did you write everything in
the letter to Begum Jaan?

Yes. Everything.

I left nothing.

Let's go.

There are some things left.

Might as well finish that too.

In the letter,

you only wrote about buyers,

business, teacher, atrocity.

But not about how you were almost dead
and how I nursed you back to health.

You haven't written
a word about it.

Nor about how I massaged you all
night when you were pregnant.

You didn't mention that either.

Talking for months.

I stopped you from committing
suicide four times.

You forgot to write a lot
of things in the letter.

Feeding a goat at the butcher's
shop is just feeding him

and not love.

You bloody traitor! - Salim.

She has grown up now.

Let her go.

Salim. Something doesn't feel right.
- Yes, Begum Jaan.

Me too.

Are the guns ready?
- Of course, Begum Jaan.

And the ammunitions?
- They are all ready.

Let's wake up everyone.

Jamila. Rubina. Auntie.

Hurry up.

Leave now! There's
danger on the way.

Forgive me, Gulabo,

but I want to see that
arrogant Begum Jaan die twice.

Once... when you betrayed her.

And now when she will
actually get shot.

But... marriage?

Gulabo, prostitutes only
have buyers, not husbands.

Auntie.

Jamila, leave immediately
with these two.

I won't go anywhere.
- What do you mean?

It was decided yesterday that you'd
go to Lucknow with these two.

I won't go anywhere.

I won't leave all of you
alone in this situation.

Begum Jaan asked
you to leave now.

We are not her mothers, but
we do have a right over her.

I will leave with all of you.
- Quiet.

Jamila, stop arguing and leave.

Begum Jaan, this
is my fight too.

Enough. Quiet.
- I won't abandon all of you.

Jamila, this is
no time to argue.

Leave now with Laadli and
Shabnam through the back door.

We can be attacked at any time.

Salim.

Motherfucker!

Everyone, get in position.

Auntie, get out of here!

Aim properly, guys.

Rubina. - Salim, careful.

Careful!

Is she your wife? Shoot them!

They only have a
handful of guns.

Shoot them.

Useless! All of you go and mix
up with those prostitutes.

Damn!

Maina! - Maina.

Scumbags! They shot
her in the back.

Bloody rascals.

Come on, guys. Hurry up.

Come on, get down.

Get this over with quickly.

Rani, be careful!

Bloody rascals!

Bloody rascals!

Lata!

Bloody lowlife!

What's the hurry?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Stop it!

Ask her to stop it!
Ask her to stop!

Stop it!

She is like a daughter to me.
Ask her to stop.

It was a mistake. Mistake!

Look at me. I made a mistake.

I made a mistake. Stop.

Hey... Let them go.

Let them go! Let them go!

Dear, please put your
clothes back on.

Please forgive me.

Dear Lord...

Prostitutes might
not have husbands.

But they do have daughters.

Begum Jaan.

Salim.

I can't see anything.

It's all quiet.

Amba. - Yes.

Come.

Amba, careful.

Welcome.

We were waiting for you.

Kabir, when did this happen?

Sir, accidents can
be unpredictable.

Begum Jaan.

Let's go.

It's over.

Rascals!

Bastards!

Rascals!

Where do you think you're going? You
torched our house, you scumbag!

Stop!

Where do you think you're going?

Rascals!

Uncle Salim!

Uncle Salim!

We evicted them for you.

You can go now.

Because you won't be able to
tolerate what happens next.

You see, my boys are going to
reinstate this brothel for a while.

There must be some advantage
of evicting a brothel.

What happened?

Hey!

Sluts, what are you doing?

You will all die.
- What's happening, Kabir?

Your clients won't save you.

Come back.

Wait!

Auntie!

Tell me the story of Padmavati.

It was a moonless night when the
world plunged into darkness.

The sun and moon
disappeared from sight.

When 12,000 Rajput women gathered
in the temple of Chittaur.

Queen Padmavati
entered the temple

and evoked the God of fire.

"Oh Fire God,"

"come and perish our
body, our soul"

"and this darkness."

Queen Padmavati, who was
standing in front of the fire

had only two options.

First, surrendering
to the enemy.

Bowing before them and
leading a life of slavery.

Or sacrificing her life.

A glorious death, like the way
she had been living so far.

With her head held high,
on her own terms.

Like a queen.

And...

Queen Padmavati chose the option

that suits a queen.

Standing on the verge of death

Queen Padmavati jumped into that fire
and let her self-esteem prevail.

She made it immortal.

She made it immortal.

"When the darkness
will slowly recede."

"When the clouds of
sorrow fade away"

"and we'll be graced
by a sea of joy."

"When the sky will sway"

"and the earth will sing songs."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"The dawn for which"

"we've been yearning
for centuries."

"The glorious dawn for which"

"we endure all the sorrows."

"These craving, yearning souls"

"will someday be blessed."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"I admit that the
price of our desires"

"are not too high."

"Even soil has some value"

"but humans aren't
worth anything."

"When the honor of humans"

"won't come with a price tag."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."

"That dawn will come from us."