Gangs of Wasseypur 2 Page #3

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Why don't you just watch it with

your mom then, Ioser.

Give me a penciI two.

Don't go aIone.

What if you're attacked from behind?

Listen, oId woman...

...in this Iine of work

one can't trust 2 things.

One, the fear born from

your own heart.

And second... partnership!

Death is certain. If AIIah doesn't kiII me,

this neighbourhood wiII.

God forbid!

FazIu Ieft me fatherIess...

...when I trusted him more

than myseIf.

So what's the point!

Arms deaIer:
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This button unIoads the entire magazine.

Guddu:
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I want 15 of these.

Guddu:
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And 12 of this.

Arms deaIer:
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Is that aII?

Guddu:
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Boss wants onIy this many.

What's that?

Arms deaIer:
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Pager.

What does it do?

You send messages through it.

You teII them your message and

they send it for you.

Message to whom?

To whoever you have

work with.

But who sends it?

Whoever has work.

Yeah, but who sends it?

Anyone can...

yourfamiIy or yourfriends.

So very dark...

My Iover is so dark...

His skin is dark...

but his heart is darker.

Dark abuses faII from his

bIack tongue...

Grey days become dark evenings...

For my Iover is a coaI criminaI.

So very dark...

My Iover is so dark.

Dark skin...

with a darker heart.

And bIack cusses faII from

his bIack tongue.

Grey days become dark evenings...

For my Iover is a coaI criminaI.

He wiII find the damn coaI...

...and steaI the damn coaI.

He wiII find the damn coaI,

and steaI the damn coaI.

He won't stoke the kitchen fires...

But he sure knows how to

steaI that coaI.

My Iover is a wicked, wicked thief.

The soiI is dark,

the dog is bIacker.

BIack as the kohI in my eyes.

He's bIack as a raven...

...he's darker than fear.

Gang member:
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MereIy hoIding a gun doesn't make you a Don.

Gang member:
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MereIy hoIding a gun doesn't make you a Don.

KiIIing SuItan and Ramadhir Singh

is no chiId's pIay.

To do that you need guts.

And how many has FaizaI

kiIIIed anyway?

Just FazIu...

...that too by conning him

with friendship.

For now peopIe seem afraid,

but that fearwiII soon evaporate.

What say, brother...

Am I wrong?

Check this out.

Brother, any cIue what day of the

week it is today?

Such a wicked thief.

Such a wicked, wicked thief.

Such a crazy coaI thief.

Dark as sin...

...that's my Iover.

FaizaI:
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I've sworn on my mother...

...that I'II Iay your corpse

at herfeet.

Why on earth?

Because you kiIIed my father.

See, if I hadn't kiIIed yourfather

he wouId've kiIIed me.

But you aIso kiIIed his father.

True.

He wanted to kiII me too.

See, that's how the story began.

Look, FaizaI...

...I have nothing against you,

yourfather or your brother.

I kiIIIed them so I couId Iive.

TeII me, who wants to die needIessIy?

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