Miss Frontier Mail Page #4
- Year:
- 1936
- 161 min
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lf those cowards hadn't run away,
you'd have thrashed them even more.
That was a lot of fun.
Take this! Take that!
So, how did you like it?
What can l say!
l didn't even get time to eat bananas.
Jayant, meet Mr. Sundarlal.
He is the brave son
of the railway company's President.
Sundar, this is my brother Jayant.
Sir, l'm very pleased to meet you.
You turned out to be a very good boxer.
But hey, what's happened to Jagannath?
Come, let's go and have a look.
The name... name of the murderer is...
Yes, tell us quickly.
His name is...
Jagannath is dead.
What l don't get is that...
when the bad guys were standing
in front of us....
how did the bullet hit
Jagannath in his back?
Whatever had to happen, happened.
This is now a police case.
Come, let's leave the body here
and inform the police.
But Savita,
don't ever take such a risk again.
Whatever it is, even at the risk to my life,
l will never hesitate to do my duty.
Hear, hear!
Okay, let's go to the car.
Lagoo, wait!
We left the camera back there.
What can l say! Even the film
got left behind.
Jayant, my car is lying at the base
of the hill, with a puncture.
You get it fixed.
l'll take Savita with me.
You understood, right?
- You got it, right?
- What?
l understood it, but our friend
Lagoo didn't get it.
My simpleton friend, come here.
Other than eating green bananas,
do you ever think of anything else?
- Yes, of course.
- What?
Eating yellow bananas.
Hello Savita dear, hello Mr. Sundarlal,
what's the news?
Believe me, l was really worried about Savita.
So l came here myself.
Shyamu Uncle, Jagannath is dead.
What's this you're saying?
How did this happen?
Before the identity
of Signal X could be revealed...
somebody managed
to shoot and kill him.
Pity! God knows how many more
But my dear,
l am your father's own brother.
l will make every effort
to get him released.
lf you need my help for anything,
just let me know.
Thank you very much, Shyamu Uncle.
lf l need your help, l'll let you know.
- Come on, Mr. Sundarlal, it's getting late.
- Okay.
l'll take your leave.
- Goodbye, Mr. Shyamlal.
- Goodbye.
You arrogant girl!
Let the time come. l'll rid
you of all your arrogance.
And l'll quench my thirst
with your beauty.
Mr. Sundar, l owe you. You helped
me at just the right time.
Miss Savita, now that l've got
to enjoy your company...
it's my desire to always be with you.
- Oh, so you've thought of a plan?
- Yes.
And what's this plan?
With Father's permission, l'll become
cabin man at Lalwadi station.
- Oh ho! That's a good plan.
- Without doubt, it is.
Rub it slowly.
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