Son of Sardaar Page #2

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Son. Your mother's

like a sister to me.

I won't let you go to India.

They will kill you.

We'll survive on a loaf of bread"

"but I won't let you go to India.

Uncle, his father's

left 50 lakhs for him.

Such sons are very fortunate.

You keep quiet.

I'll come with you to India.

Pathan-Sardar together.

No one will dare to harm us.

No, no, you've

already done a lot for me.

And it's been 25 years,

they must have forgotten all about it.

I'll go, sell the property and return.

You think Sandhu

will be waiting for me.

Priest.

You performed the final rites

...of the priest who

tried to get my wife married.

You're very important.

If you die no one will get

salvation in this village.

Forgive me.

It's not my mistake.

Dahal Singh brought me here.

Come here.

Rascal.

You're always so

eager for this marriage.

I'll take your sister away.

By God, do it Billoo.

You'll be doing me a favour.

For the past 25 years, she's been..

...like a half-baked bread.

You don't complete the nuptial rounds.

You don't marry her or

let her get married.

And you call yourself a friend.

Don't you know!

Billoo has taken an oath.

He won't marry until..

...he doesn't kill the last

member of the Randhawa family.

Look at these children!

Tito.

He hasn't tasted

ice-cream since he was a child.

Tony.

- Yes.

Come here.

He hasn't touched

cold-drink since he was a kid.

He drinks neat rum.

His liver is damaged.

Can't you wait?

No, he can't.

I will get married.

Get lost you jokers.

Priest, get on with the rituals.

Come on.

Pammi.

Pammi. You were going to marry me?

Of course.

I know, you wouldn't have

come if I had called you.

So this charade.

You don't miss Pammi at all.

Don't stop skirting your eyes.

Love can come later.

You never call.

My dear, at least give a miss call.

Look, Billoo.

Your brothers are married.

They've children.

When will we get children?

Billoo. For my sake,

forsake this oath.

Parminder.

Glasses and oaths, once taken"

...can never be forsaken.

We'll kill that Randhawa's son.

Calm clown, son. Calm down.

We'll kill them.

The problem is..

...how will we recognise him now?

He must have grown up in 25 years.

We don't even have a photo.

Otherwise we would've recognised him.

How would you recognise

him with that small photo?

That's easy, uncle.

We would've enlarged it.

Hello. Yes.

Okay, fine,

Fine, it's okay.

Brother, Mr. Mittal from Delhi's

coming to discuss about the factory.

Let them come.

Show them the Punjabi hospitality.

Okay, brother.

Show them our hospitality.

Welcome, welcome.

I hope you had a comfortable journey.

- Of course, we did.

Uncle, my papa drinks neat.

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