Haider Page #4

For freedom...

A prisoner will exchange

anything for his freedom.

Pan/ez...

What...

What do we get?

Delhi.

Take them away.

A dead militant is worth

a hundred thousand rupees.

Call the media.

- Yes, sir!

Haider...

Hear me out...

Who...

Who are you angn/ with?

And why?

He's not just your father,

but my brother too...

my only brother...

It's been...

Days since your mother

managed a smile.

She's been crying for weeks.

And you accuse us of singing...

and dancing in joy...

secretly?

She is my brother's wife.

My dearest sister-in-law.

Haider...

Here, take a look.

I am contesting the elections.

Do you know why?

Ask me why?

Why?

- For my brother.

What else!

Once I'm in power...

I'll tear open even] prison

and bring him home.

Uncle, you may wait

for the elections.

My battle has already begun.

"Armed Forces Special Powers Act,

Rule 4 of section 5 says -

Any person taken under custody under

this Act shall be handed over...

to the office in charge of the nearest police

station with the least possible delay."

The least possible delay...

It's been twenty days and

there's no word of him.

If everything worked by the book...

do you think Kashmir would

have been the hell it is?

Pandit Nehru promised Kashmiris

a plebiscite with the world as his witness

What happened?

- Let aside plebiscite...

Even the first condition

to plebiscite...

demilitarization...

did not happen.

When two elephants fight...

it is the grass

that is trampled upon.

I agree, uncle...

But I want to file a formal report

Don't mess with the army, son.

If you file a formal report...

the chances of finding him

will become even more bleak.

Rocky is good...

But you are in India...

Watch the Indian action hero...

Salman Khan...

Tell them...

This film was...

chutzpah!

- Yes.

What is Chutzpah?

It's a big film... a big hit.

A blockbuster...

Can I see it?

- Yes, sure.

Salman... Salman Khan.

- This guy?

Are you done shooting?

I'll eat...

- Come...

Yes please...

- Haider...

- Eat some more...

- Haider...

- Haider...

- I can't see a thing...

Salam Alaikum, uncle.

Princess...

Where's your prince?

Mister...

Your mother has been on a

hunger strike for two days now.

She won't even touch water till

she she sees you.

Open the door, sis-in-law!

I present to you

the sparkle of your eyes...

- your little prince.

My angel...

You know, if you go to Delhi...

you'll easily get a job.

Where?

The National School of Drama.

Please do stop your theatrics now!

What do you mean?

Why am I to blame?

Emotional blackmail...

ever since my childhood...

you would stop eating or leave home.

You would cry away

or threaten suicude.

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