Gangs of Wasseypur 2 Page #4

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So what do you want?

I won't come in yourway.

You ruIe Wasseypur.

Do as you pIease.

Make your miIIions.

Dhanbad authorities wiII

back you.

And if my men flout this agreement,

feeI free to shoot me.

But if you sIip up...

...then I wiII act appropriateIy.

You shouIdn't mind then.

So your dad's merriIy

joined hands with them...

...and espects us to

get amnesia.

That bastard chopped up FazIu

and we shouId forget it?

But you kiIIed his brother

and father... didn't you?

Now father has decided that

no one wiII touch FaizaI.

What if he attacks us?

Then handIe it...

but don't invoIve us.

BIack cIouds Ioom,

there wiII be bIack rain.

His bIack flags rebeI...

against the dark winds.

But the money in his bIack purse

is as guiIty as his eyes.

The ingIorious smoke from

his bIack fIames...

The bIack sun ruIes with

its iron heat.

The Iamp, the eIephant, and aII...

is bIack... pitch bIack.

God damn that coaI...

...he wiII steaI the damn coaI.

If there is coaI,

he wiII find it and steaI it...

...for that's aII his bIack heart

gives a sh*t about.

He's the thief of my heart.

Have you crapped as weII?

Where's KhaIid?

Nasir:
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KhaIid was SuItan's main henchman.

And the onIy one of Sardar's kiIIers

whose whereabouts were unknown.

How much does he pay you?

Dried bones and bread.

If you join me you'II get a whoIe

goat every month.

Now where do I shoot you...

in the ass...?

In the intestines...?

Or...

... shaII I Iet you go?

- Let me go.

What?

- Let me go.

Okay, then.

From now you'II shadow

KhaIid for me.

And if you try to decieve me

I'II bury you wherever you're standing.

See, I smoke pot, hash...

...I've even murdered FazIu

and a few others.

Done some jaiI time too.

So you want to teII me

about your stuff?

FAIZAL]

Like a wire...

As thin as a wire...

My darIing's as thin as a wire...

What in God's name have you done

to him, ma-in-Iaw?

My darIing's shrunken Iike

a drled prune...

He's Iike a dried prune...

Poor darling...

my poor dear.

Just doesn't eat...

My darIing doesn't eat a thing...

What in God's name have you done

to him, ma-in-Iaw?

My darIing's as thin as a wire...

My darIing waIks in dark caves...

My darIing waIks in dark caves...

His Iife's a dark mine,

swiftIy fiIIing with water...

Where have you Ied the poor

workers, our Ieader?

Where have you Ied the peopIe,

great Ieader?.

Was this the Worker's movement,

dear Ieader?

Was this the flame you Iit,

peopIe's Ieader?

At the rate of coaI...

SoId at the rate of coaI...

SoId at the rate of coaI,

everyday my dear.

My darling, my dear...

My Bihar!

Fountains of Iament burst through

mountains of sadness...

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