Baabarr Page #2

his whereabouts. - No.

You are going right.

They are suppressed.

- Yes sir.

Hey! You take me to be an idiot?

We toId you whatever we knew.

Why are you annoying us

unnecessariIy?

Keep your voice Iow

and zero attitude.

You don't seem to be

heading right.

I'II give you an advise.

Beware of a poIice's front

and a horse's behind.

Say yes.

Who is he?

- He's their youngest brother.

We have information even he was

present at the scene of crime.

What is your name, son?

- What is your name?

My name is Mrityunjay Dwivedi.

- My name is Baabarr.

Do you go to schooI?

- No.

Why?

- It's my wish.

He's a brave boy.

- Yes sir.

TeII me, what happened

in your shop today?

I don't know.

- Why don't you?

I was pIaying,

I didn't pay attention.

The oIder brothers became criminaIs

and guns began to be made at home.

The young were bound to get

infIuenced by the eIders.

Hey Baabarr!

What happened, BaIIi?

BaIIi, your Baabarr is hot headed.

LittIe Boss, this is meant

to be fired at enemies...

not at dear ones.

You did good.

Erase your foot prints,

even I may foIIow them'

Even Baabarr's smaII feet

took the same path.

Open the gun, push

the buIIet in and aim.

Press the trigger,

and the man before you is dead!

You have fired a gun?

- You think I'm Iying?

I can bring it tomorrow

and show you.

Baabarr, return my tipkat.

I said return it!

Have you gone deaf? Return it.

- Am I your father's servant?

Don't taIk nonsense. Return it.

- Want the tipkat? Take it.

Take it.

- Return my tipkat. Return it!

Throw it towards me.

- Return my tipkat.

Leave it! Basd!

Get the stick.

Hey Taufik!

You caIIed me a basd?

IIIegaI arms, IegaI buIIets.

Unique!

How many?

- A hundred.

We asked for two hundred.

Be gratefuI

and accept what you got.

That SHO Dwivedi is a pain.

Why has he come here at this hour?

BaIIi, keep these inside.

- Yes brother.

Take this, inspector.

- Thanks for the money.

Now Ieave through the back door.

- Okay.

Coming!

Where is Baabarr?

He's not here.

What happened to him?

Your Baabarr broke my chiId's

head with a brick.

But what happened? - Nothing.

Your Baabarr has become a hothead.

He's not mad. Even your

son must have done something.

I didn't do anything.

I was onIy pIaying.

Okay, son. Let him come home,

Aftab, I'II teach him a Iesson.

What wiII you teach him now?

I wiII teach him a Iesson!

Wherever I find him,

I wiII beat him so much...

Hey! Why wiII you beat him?

He's not an orphan.

He's our brother.

I'II break your hands...

You wiII break my hands?

- Yes.

Try it.

- Get Iost!

Is this your father's street?

- Mind your tongue, or eIse...

Damn your tongue!

Brother, warn him. - You don't

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