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book of Hindu religious scriptures.

I am Phoolan Devi, you sister fuckers!

Summer 1968

Phoolan! Phoolan!

She is only eleven.

Tell him to wait a while.

But I've paid for her.

With this bike and cow - there's no shortage of girls for me.

It's rusting.

Agree, or I'm leaving.

Starved my cow, too.

Wait for how long? What if she gets tampered with?

Another six months, please.

A daughter is always a burden, and ours is no beauty.

I need a wife now. My mother is old and cannot work.

-Dad wants you, Phoolan. -I've brought two buckets of water.

Still, he wants you.

Your bridegroom is here.

I'll deal with the bastard.

Not scared?

Of what? All men are motherfuckers.

-Who says? -Women at the well and in the fields.

-Know what it means? -No, it must be something cute.

Get a move on.

Now go quickly.

What's the hurry?

Touch your husband's feet.

Take his blessings.

What's this? Show me.

Hiding these earrings?

-I gave them to her. -Not part of the deal.

Now just go.

SM

This side is for high caste Thakurs. Low castes use the other side.

Old man's wife!

Sons of bitches!

Motherfuckers!

May you marry witches!

It broke.

Why don't you get a brass pot, like Thakur wives?

Who do you think you are?

These modern girls!

Shall I call your husband?

Putti lal!

Think you're a queen, do you?

Being insolent to my mother.

I'll teach you to show respect.

Be quiet now.

Sweet child.

Come here.

Still not ripe.

Let me feel you.

Grow up fast.

How does it feel?

Don't be scared.

It's all right.

Scared of your husband?

You have to do this after marriage.

You are pretty.

You're my wife You have to do this with me.

Come... come...

Still sulking? Who'll feed the goats? Me?

I hurts here.

It'll hurt more if you don't go.

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PANDAY MANOJ BAJPAI

SAURABH SHUKLA and RAGHU VIR YADAV

Our daughter's taken her life in her own hands.

Now she'll be blown about like a leaf.

Written by Mala Sen

"Additional Photography GILES NUTT GENS

Music Produced by ROGER WHITE

Produced by JUN DEEP SINGH DLD I

Produced byUN DEEP SINGH DLD

Directed d by SHEKHAR KAPUR

She's a low caste bitch.

Still, I'd have her.

She's run away from her husband.

She must be itching for a fuck.

Hello, Phoolan!

She'll spread her legs easily. I'm getting the itch, too.

Don't you hear me calling you?

I'm here for you.

I'll take your bundle on my bike.

But you'll have to do me a favour, eh?

Me do a favour for such a big man, the headman's son?

You're no less than me.

No less than a Thakur? That's a joke!

I like you, anyway.

-Let me help. -No, I can manage.

I'm going to the fair tomorrow. Want anything?

No.

What's this? Stop!

Grab the bitch!

Trying to trap me, the low caste bitch!

Teach her a lesson.

She's like a bitch on heat. Break her bones!

Devi deen, the village elders will question your daughter. You agree?

Yes, sir.

Girl!

Why were you alone in the field?

I always go alone.

Your daughter seems to have no respect for Thakurs.

Why did you call Ashok?

He came on his own.

On his own, did he?

Ashok, my son, I suppose you offered to carry her bundle?

Yes, and he said he'd take me to...

I know.

But what did you offer him in return?

Nothing.

-Suresh? -Yes, uncle.

You tell us.

Don't be shy.

Well, she said...

That she's itching for it.

Don't laugh.

This girl's bad for our boys. She'll have to leave the village.

-You can't even ride a bike now. -My brakes don't work.

You're a fat slob.

Wait for me.

I don't wait for anyone.

These days you move like a goat.

I said: These days there are lots of goats here.

What a view. Totally wonderful.

-Are you saying things about me? -Yes. You can say things about me.

Such as?

Kailash, how handsome you are just like a film hero.

You're a baldy.

Don't laugh, sit on my rod. My wife's not here.

So? I'm your cousin.

wish you weren't.

I'll pedal, you sit on the rod. I can do it, you'll see.

I can't sit there, I'll sit behind.

All right, fat slob.

Be careful.

Mastan a, he's here.

Don't! Stop teasing me!

-What's this? -Hello, brother Madho

What took you so long? Who is she?

Her? She's my driver.

Does she give a good ride?

Who's she?

Nobody.

Won't say a word.

She's dumb.

If you're talking about me, talk to me.

So she's dumb? Who is she?

Speak to me, I said.

Does she know who we are?

Bandits, what else?

I'm not stupid.

I was born in this land, too.

Why isn't she with her husband?

I left him.

Where's her father?

I left him, too.

Kailash, I'm speaking to you.

I'm telling you.

She's our caste.

A Thakur tried to force himself on her - beat her and her father

They threw her out of the village. She's living in my house.

Girl!

The sister fucker must have been desperate to want you!

I didn't give you permission to go.

Now go.

-So you've seen Vikram again? -Mind your own business.

You look like a bridegroom.

Hello, sister-in-law.

Tell her now.

What we decided.

I've changed my mind.

I'll tell her myself, then.

Be quiet.

You've been here long enough. Aren't you planning to leave?

Phoolan! Where are you going?

Mind your own business! Go and live under your wife's thumb. Slave!

The Thakurs won't allow you back.

-Don't be stubborn. -I'll see.

The train's coming!

You were expelled from the village.

Why did you return?

Because I had nowhere else to go.

How many men have you had?

Why have you arrested me?

The headman's house was b burgled last night.

I wasn't even here.

Do you think we're fools? We know you met the bandits with your fat cousin.

He sold you to them, didn't he?

Did they fuck you well?

Why did you leave your husband? Couldn't he satisfy you?

You can't keep me here.

Will you take us both?

One in the front and one in the back?

She won't say, she'll just do it.

Don't worry, we smell better than your bandits.

Put your thumbprint here.

Here's your girl, Devi deen, hale and hearty.

Thank you, sir.

Touch the Thakur's feet.

They paid your bail of 25, 000 rupees.

Look what they've done to me.

Sergeant, what's this?

Thakur sahib, she swears like a filthy animal.

Are your other girls like this one?

What happens to me?

These Thakurs paid your bail. Show your gratitude.

She can't go back to her village Strict orders from above.

Come with us.

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A girl child is a curse.

She knew she was banned, yet she's landed up here.

Where could I go? To the Thakurs?

Don't you know what they wanted?

They paid your bail.

To bed me?

Are you my father or my pimp?

You are shameless.

Not as shameless as they are.

Phoolan! Come out!

This is Babu Gujjar's gang.

We have come for Phoolan Devi. Everybody else remain indoors.

Send your low caste daughter out.

What is it? Who are you?

You come here.

Madho, get him.

Let him be.

You're Phoolan's brother?

Where are you taking my son?

-Where have you hidden your girl? -She's at her aunt's.

She was at the well an hour ago.

Vikram, go and check.

-Why hit him? -Because he's a low caste Mallah, too.

The headman's son has paid me to do this job. Get her.

Remember, she's my catch, you sister fuckers, not yours.

It seems she's gone.

She can't be far.

Phoolan's brother?

Phoolan, I've got your brother.

I'll cut off..

... his ears and nose.

I'm Babu Gujjar.

I keep my word.

I am here.

Leave my brother.

Long live Thakur!

Move! Move!

Tarik a, come on

Madho, get her.

-Where are you taking me? -I'm not the leader.

Will they kill me?

What's going on?

She can't walk.

Tarik a... she can't walk

Cut off her nose and ears and throw her into the river.

It's too much for her.

So she can't walk.

We should respect women.

Now you're a preacher?

She's my catch, you sister fuckers, and I'll do as I like.

Is she your sister?

Come on, you whore!

Now see what I do with his sister.

They're there.

I don't trust that man.

So who'll get the ammunition, Mallah dog, your father?

If it's safe, why sent two Mallahs?

Why not send Tarik a?

Because Tarik a could fuck your mother.

Shall I send her?

It's the motherfucking police!

Run, Tarik a!

So, did you tell Nathu's mother?

I didn't need to; she knew he'd die.

Like my mother knows and your mother knows.

Like his fucking mother knows.

Take it easy. Who asked the fuckers to become bandits?

-You're alive to speak, bastard! -On my own fucking strength!

The bastard's at it again!

Gujjar!

Nobody move!

Low caste bastards!

I said nobody move.

Say: Long live Vikram Mallah!

Long live Vikram Mallah!

Long live Vikram Mallah!

Victory to the Goddess!

She has taken Babu Gujjar.

Let's move. This place is jinxed.

Madho, search the corpses and give everything to the poor.

It's bad luck to spend such money.

No one touches this girl.

Give her Tarik a's clothes.

Villagers of Astha. I am Vikram Mallah Mastan a.

Greetings!

We are not police... or Thakurs.

Don't be scared.

We are Mallahs like you.

We have come to make an offering.

O Lord Shiva...

... and Goddess Bhavani.

We swear to protect this village..

... as long as it protects us.

Bharat, make the offering for the prosperity of this village.

May the Goddess protect you.

For the village. Come.

This man's a woman.

THR

U. P. P.

UPP

No, a man with long hair.

Phoolan Devi. She's Goddess Durga, sent to protect your village.

Hail, Goddess Durga!

UPP

UPP

UPP

Take this gift from the Goddess.

Women are forbidden in gangs, Vikram. They bring bad luck.

Forgive me, Baba...

... but bandits make their own luck.

I learnt this from you.

Her father owes 25, 000 rupees to Thakur Gulab Singh for her bail.

Then I have to return it with interest.

Give him the cash.

The poor Thakur must be upset.

Such matters are not discussed before women.

You go to sleep.

Vikram, you are a Mallah ..

... but like my son.

Don't do this.

Remember, the real boss of the gang is Thakur SriRam, though he's in prison.

I know, Thakur Ghanshyam.

I can see hatred for Thakurs in your eyes.

That is not good. I'll not be able to stand by you.

So you bought me for 25, 000.

It's good to know your worth.

If you were paying, why kidnap me?

Babu Gujjar captured you, not me.

I don't buy people, I win their respect.

Even women.

Now sleep.

Don't stare.

Sleep.

Shoot me.

What if I'd killed you?

It takes a lot to kill a man. You're not up to it.

-Come on. -I can't.

Fuck!

Run!

The police! Run!

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-Look under the seats. -A radio, Vikram.

We're police. Come out.

said police, motherfucker.

What's this, then? You had nothing, eh?

Police dogs, don't blame this on some innocent.

This raid is by the gang of Vikram Mallah and Phoolan Devi.

Write: Vikram Mallah... and the beautiful bandit.

Get out.

He's laughing.

Out with him!

Lala Ram, when will you be back?

I hope you've enjoyed your stay, SriRam.

It's been a home from home.

You brothers are our guests. Make one move and we'll invite you back.

Sign here.

SriRam.

Greetings, sir.

A good day for you. Cup of tea?

With pleasure, sir.

I hear there's a woman in your gang now. Fun, eh?

But they say that a Vikram Mallah is now the leader.

So it's the rule of the lower castes now, is it?

The man hasn't been born who can take over my gang.

He's my puppet. I taught him everything he knows.

I hear he's dangerous.

Rubbish. He's a monkey.

He'll dance to my tune.

The Thakurs have come!

Greetings, Thakur sahib.

Here is your rifle.

So, Mallah, you've made quite a name.

A big gang...

... new guns... a woman, too.

By your grace.

A woman by my grace?

Bharat, tea.

If there's a woman, why a man to make tea?

You mean her?

Who else?

She's just like us.

Just like me?

Let's see her.

Come and sit here.

Don't feel shy.

I used to dream of you in jail.

It's been a long time...

... since I touched a woman.

saw a crow on a dead cow - it's bad luck.

Why didn't you slap SriRam?

If any bastard touches you, take your gun and shoot him.

Even your boss?

So? Scared of Thakurs?

I don't trust those sister fucking Thakurs.

Where's your gun?

Don't trust anyone, Phoolan. Where's your gun?

Stop them!

Stay where you are.

Who fired?

Don't worry, the doctor will fix him.

Keep away!

Stay where you are.

Phoolan, I'm finished.

Don't say it.

I' I kill you, sister fucker!

Bharat, Madho, collect money, all of it.

He'll have to go to a city doctor.

Kanpur City

The bullet has grazed the bone, but I could fix it.

.

He knows who we are.

How did I fuck?

What did you do? I did all the work.

-That's how men do it in the city. -Really? It's silly.

Let's see you naked. Just once.

You're filthy.

-In the city they do it naked. -I'll cry for help.

I'm Phoolan Devi! Vikram wants to fuck me!

-Who is it? -The bullet doctor sent me.

-What's he want? -Cash.

We paid.

For the dressings. Now he wants his fee. His sister's getting married.

The bridegroom wants a scooter. Six thousand.

-Tomorrow. -Too late.

I'll have to fetch the cash.

I'll come with you.

give the doctor his corn, not show him the field.

I'll be back in an hour.

She's caused enough trouble. What's she back for?

She's our daughter.

-Where else would she go? -To her husband.

That's where she belongs.

That's worse than a jail.

Do you know what..

Phoolan, people recognize you here.

We'd better leave, or they'll have trouble.

No offence to you, Vikram.

. but a girl should live with her husband.

The same fucking shit!!

See how she speaks to her father?

Vikram, have I said something wrong?

She should go to..

All right, I'll go to my husband.

I'll do what you should have done long ago.

Let's go, Vikram.

-Come out, Putti lal, you bastard! -Don't beat me, please.

What do you want? I'm a poor man.

I have nothing...

-Forgive me. -Forgive you?

Write this to the police.

What?

Any man that marries a little girl..

..' l kill him.

3 th august i

I hadn't seen that side of you.

Where did you get the strength?

I don't know. I ache all over.

But I feel at peace, like after a pilgrimage.

That's good.

The gang will meet us here.

-I'll go on the mound. -And me?

You rest.

You've avenged your honour.

Now you're a real bandit, like the rest of us.

But remember.

If you kill, kill at least twenty.

Why?

Kill one and they'll hang you.

Kill twenty and you're famous.

They' l beg you to surrender.

Even give you a pension.

Mastan a.

Why did you become a bandit?

Not for the name.

I heard... you were married.

I heard you were, too.

Marriage is like how my parents are.

What was I born of? An act of love or of violence?

Show yourselves, you motherfuckers!

Behmai Village

-Don't hit me. -What else are you fit for?

Vikram was a fool to pamper you.

three days later

Draw water from the well.

I'm thirsty.

Now go like this.

Go, or I'll smash you.

Look, this is the queen of the ravines!

Phoolan Devi, they call her a goddess!

This thing called me a motherfucker!

This is what we do to low caste goddesses!

Kailash.

Phoolan.

Vikram...

Ssh, someone's coming.

You can have me, too.

Have you gone mad?

You are Phoolan, Phoolan Devi.

Look at me, I'm just a fat slob.

Yet the village salutes me.

Why? Because I'm your cousin.

Will he help me?

Man Singh was Vikram's comrade.

-I don't trust any man. -You trusted Vikram.

Baba, I've brought this woman, without your permission.

She wants a favour.

I know of her. She calls herself Devi.

Greetings, Baba.

She was Vikram's woman.

I warned Vikram that SriRam and Lala Ram were police informers.

But he wouldn't believe me, so he's dead.

Not just those brothers.

I have sworn to fight the whole Thakur clan.

Watch your tongue, you're a woman and of a low caste.

Silence.

Bandits know no caste.

Those two called themselves bandits, too.

They raped me...

... stripped me and..

know. I am sorry. But now what?

Your men are mostly Muslims. They do not yet believe in caste.

But soon the caste thing will turn the whole bandit kingdom upside-down.

This woman is trouble, Baba. What does she want?

She wants her own gang.

Let's see what support she has.

Who is with this woman?

I'm with Man Singh.

Man Singh, you've always wanted your own gang.

You now have a partner.

Go ahead.

What can a woman do?

And a share for my other gun?

An extra gun always gets an extra share.

Police uniforms. Twenty-five.

And sixteen guns.

-How many don't work? -Five.

Twenty-five men, sixteen guns, five duds...

... and you want to raid Janga maj pur.

There'll be at least fifty policemen. Even Mushtaq uim wouldn't try this.

Vikram would.

People of Janga maj pur, listen carefully!

This is the Man Singh and Phoolan gang.

The poor have nothing to fear.

Anyone who tries to stop us, or close their shops, will be shot.

Women and children, go in, do not be scared.

Open up!

Out of here, motherfucker!

The police!

What?

TAILOR

Run, Phoolan!

The police are here!

You want me, bastards? Here I am!

-What's your name? -Damay anti.

-What does your father do? -He drinks.

Want to come with me?

Keep this. For your wedding.

Long live Phoolan Devi!

Long live Baba Mushtaq uim!

Your name echoes throughout the land.

You are considered a terror.

With your blessings, Baba.

I have news.

-There's only one thing I want to hear. -I know.

SriRam and Lala Ram will be attending a wedding.

-Where? -Behmai.

Listen.

Don't do anything rash.

K

14 th february 1981

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People of Behmai!

We've come for SriRam and Lala Ram.

We know they are here.

Surrender quietly.

Any resistance will be met with bullets.

Women and children need not fear.

We've come for SriRam and Lala Ram.

Find them.

Smash the doors. Bring every man out.

Don't touch women and children.

They watched the fun while I was raped.

Sister fucking Thakurs!

You took my honour here.

Where is your leader?

I don't know.

Where's he hiding?

-Don't know. -Tell me!

I swear I don't know.

I came alone.

Where's your leader, sister fucker?

What prospect is there of catching Phoolan Devi and her gang?

She's a woman, low caste. We'll catch her sooner or later.

You journalists are giving her unnecessary publicity.

She didn't get SriRam and Lala Ram. She killed twenty-four innocent Thakurs.

I, too, have killed, but not for nothing.

The place is crawling with cops.

Like lice in a beggar's blanket.

Soon they'll set the army on us.

Each of those dead Thakurs will have some fucking relative in the government.

She'll die a horrible death.

Worms will feed on her corpse. Bloody bitch, goddess.

Ist april 19

We've surrendered. Don't shoot!

Where are the others?

Police attack... at river... all dead.

Speak clearly.

Run away, don't go near water.

See this.

You brought bullets?

He says it's all over.

So he turns coward at the first sign of danger.

-l I've seen enough corpses. -Look carefully

Bharat and Madho.

Shot them from this close.

Munna ran... shot him in the legs..

... then a bayonet through his throat.

Gird hari had one bullet.

... shot himself.

The police went to Ateek and Sultan's village.

They were stripped naked and killed in front of their families.

The police say they will kill us all...

... unless you surrender.

They've poisoned the water.

Kailash, have you got guns?

I've got water.

Kailash, you've come to help me, haven't you?

Kailash, wait.

My gang will come.

Will you bring them?

Hey, my baldy!

No one will come. They're all dead.

I'll form a new gang, or join another gang.

They will kill you, and me, too.

Why you, my old baldy?

I'm your cousin, that's why.

I am Phoolan Devi!

Queen of these ravines.

I will stay here.

The ravines will hide me in their womb.

They cannot hide you now.

Come on out. It's time to be reborn again.

Time to face the real world.

-Dad wants you. -I've brought two buckets of water.

Come out, you whore.

I can smell you, you filthy bitch.

You stink even worse than usual.

We know you are rotting, you have no bullets.

The press makes you out to be some kind of goddess.

But you're good for only one thing now.

You know what, don't you?

I'm better than Vikram.

You remember my rod?

You must be longing for it.

Lots of people want you naked even more than in Behmai.

Motherfucker.

We killed Vikram. Now Man Singh will die because of you.

Let's move on.

Get away! Don't come near me!

Go and surrender!

I'll tell Vikram you're a coward! He'll beat you!

The goddess is angry with me.

There were bullets for everyone. For Bharat, for Madho.

There are no bullets for me.

I want my mother.

I want my father.

12 th february 1983

My terms of surrender.

Our families must be protected.

... and given land to live.

After release we should be given gun licences for our security.

All our children...

... should be given free education.

The famous bandit Phoolan Devi..

. and her gang will surrender..

... before the Chief Minister.

The bandit Phoolan Devi.

We should be kept in open jails and released after eight years.

Long live Phoolan Devi!

I am Phoolan Devi, you sister fuckers!

In November 1993, a government of the lower castes came to power in the State of

Uttar Pradesh.

This government withdrew all 55 charges

of murder.

Phoolan Devi was released from jail on 18 th February 1994 under heavy security.

The Thakur, Sri Ram, who escaped the

warfare while Phoolan Devi was in jail.

Sri Ram's brother, Lala Ram, was alive the day Phoolan Devi was released.

Putti lal ADITYA SRIVASTAVA

Babu Gujjar ANIRUDH AGARWAL Vikram Gang Member ANIL SAHU Gan shyam ANUPAM SHYAM

Gan shyam ANUPAM SHYAM Phoolan / Mansingh Gang A SEEM BAJAJ DSP ASHOK BULAN I

Ashok chand's servant ASHOK SHARMA Doctor AVINASH NE MADE Phoolan / Man Singh Gang BASANT RAWAT

Doctor AVINASH NE MADE Phoolan / Man Singh Gang BASANT RAWAT Vikram Gang Member CHOTE LAL SIR AS WAL

Vikram Gang Member CHOTE LAL SIR AS WAL S. P. Bhind DEEPAK CHIBBER Miandad DEEPAK SONI

S. P. Bhind DEEPAK CHIBBER Miandad DEEPAK SONI Phoolan / Mansingh Gang DHAWAL GWALIOR I

Commander Yadav DILIP RAGHUVANSHI Ashok chand GAJRAJ RAO Ala Singer G. B. DIXIT

Ala Singer G. B. DIXIT Tarik a's partner GIRISH SOLANKI Sri Ram GOVIND NAM DEO

Munn i GUDDI Phool Singh GYAN SHIVPURI Tarik a HARISH

Policeman 1 HEMANT MISHRA Ashok chand's Friend HE MN AT PANDEY Bharat JEETENDRA SHASTRI

Rukh mani (Aged 11) KAMLA BHATT A. D. C. K. D. SEG AN Pundit KHUN NI LAL MAIN A

Pundit KHUN NI LAL MAIN A Phoolan / Man Singh Gang LAKSHMI NARAYAN Chief Minister MAHESH CHANDRA

Mother-in-law MALABA I SON WANI Kailash's wife MAN DAKINI GOSWAMI Man Singh MANOJ BAJPAI

Kailash's wife MAN DAKINI GOSWAMI Man Singh MANOJ BAJPAI Vikram Gang Member NAZIM HUSSAIN

Vikram Gang Member NAZIM HUSSAIN Vikram Gang Member NAZIM PATEL Vikram Mallah NIRMAL PANDEY

Vikram Mallah NIRMAL PANDEY Little Girl PALLAVI BHARTI Devendra Singh PARI TOSH SAND

Devendra Singh PARI TOSH SAND Vikram Gang Member PAWAN GUPTA Vikram Gang Member PRADEEP GUPTA

Vikram Gang Member PRADEEP GUPTA Phoolan / Man Singh Gang PURAN BHATT Madho Singh RAGHUBIR YADAV

Baba Mushtaq uim RAJESH VIVEK Thakur Gang RAJ KUMAR KAM LE Phoolan / Man Sing Gang RAKESH RAE K WAR

Devi deen RAM CHARAN NIRMAL KER Shiv Narain RANJIT CHAUDHRY Messenger RAVI SANG DE

Phoolan / Man Singh Gang SANJEEV KUMAR Kailash SAURABH SHUKLA Moola SAVITRI RAE K WAR

Kailash SAURABH SHUKLA Moola SAVITRI RAE K WAR Phoolan Devi SEEMA BISWAS

Lala ram SITARAM PANCHAL Rattan chand SUNIL GAEKWAD Little Phoolan SUNITA BHATT

Little Phoolan SUNITA BHATT Behmai Man 2 SURENDRA KORA Rukh mani UMA V AISH

Behmai Man 2 SURENDRA KORA Rukh mani UMA V AISH Vikram Gang Member VIB ANSHU VAIBHAV

Vikram Gang Member VIB ANSHU VAIBHAV Ashok chand's Friend 1 VIJAY SHUKLA Vikram Gang Member VINOD TIWARI

Phoolan / Man Singh Gang YOGESH GUPTA

Associate Producer VARSHA BEDI Dialogue Writer RANJIT KAPOOR Casting TIG MAN SHU DHULIA

Casting TIG MAN SHU DHULIA Film Editor RENU SALUJA Music Director M. ARSHAD

Film Editor RENU SALUJA Music Director M. ARSHAD Music Arran g. & Addl. Comp. ROGER WHITE

Music Arran g. & Addl. Comp. ROGER WHITE Production Sound Recordist ROBERT TAYLOR Post Production Supervisor STEPHEN BARKER

Post Production Supervisor STEPHEN BARKER Sound Editor TIM LEWISTON Re-recording Mixer RICHARD KING

Sound Editor TIM LEWISTON Re-recording Mixer RICHARD KING Post Production Sound - Delhi LOKESH DHAWAN

Production Manager VISHWAMITRA Location Manager SANJAY MALIK Action Director ALAN AMIN

Location Manager SANJAY MALIK Action Director ALAN AMIN 1 st Assistant Director MIKE HIGGINS

1 st Assistant Director MIKE HIGGINS Costume Designer DOLLY AHLUWALIA Make-up Artists EDWIN WILLIAMS

Make-up Artists EDWIN WILLIAMS MOHD. IQBAL SHEIKH Designer EVE MAVRAKIS

Designer EVE MAVRAKIS Art Director ASHOK BHAGAT Key Grip ALLISTER BARRY

Steadicam Operator DEEP PAL Boom Operator DILIP SUBRAMANIAM

Assistant Directors R. KANAN P. K. MURALI

SUNIL CHHABRA SANDEEP PRABHAKAR ALOK KAPUR

Casting Assistant ASHOK SHARMA Assistant Editors PANKAJ RISHI KUMAR SANJEEV DUTTA

Assistant Editors PANKAJ RISHI KUMAR SANJEEV DUTTA Assistant Sound Editor CHRISTINA JANES

Production Controller ROY ROSARIO Production Coordinator AMITA SEHGAL Bombay Coordinator KUMAR LADAKHI

Production Accountant ANIL AGGARWAL Production Assistants MANOJ KUMAR YOGINDER SHARMA

YOGINDER SHARMA DHAN PAL TYAGI MANGAL SINGH

DHAN PAL TYAGI MANGAL SINGH Assistant Cameraman HAMID KHAN

Assistant Cameraman HAMID KHAN NARAYAN YADAV V. NARAYANAN

V. NARAYANAN Camera Loaders A. NA TRAJAN PRAVIN PATEL

PRAVIN PATEL Gaffer MULCH AND DEDHIA

Gaffer MULCH AND DEDHIA Sparks RAMESH SAD RANI

Sparks RAMESH SAD RANI KASHI NATH RAT ATE

VASANT BAND RE RAVI BAJRANG

RAVI BAJRANG STANLEY

STANLEY Grips GULSHAN THAKUR RAM SHETTY

RANJIT MARWARI IN DE RAJ MARWARI RAJEN PANNI KER

Riggers MOHAMMED ZAKIR D. A. MANI Set Dresser SUJATA SHARMA

D. A. MANI Set Dresser SUJATA SHARMA Prop Master JAYANT DESHMUKH

Prop Master JAYANT DESHMUKH Art Department Assistants KANCHAN GHOSH K. G. TRIVEDI

ANIL DUBEY MASOOM RAMESH

MASOOM RAMESH Wardrobe Manager YUSUF KHAN

Wardrobe Manager YUSUF KHAN Wardrobe Assistants NARINDER SINGH NIRMAL DAS

NIRMAL DAS Liaison Officer MR. TANEJA

Grateful Thanks to MR. H. C. JAY AL

MR. ASHOK VA JP EYI MR. TAL MIZ AHMED MR. RAVINDER SINGH

D DOLBY. STEREO IN SELECTED THEATRES

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