Once Upon a Time in Mumbai Dobaara! Page #5

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to all the tailors in Bombay...

and ask them

for his measurements.

He isn't a burn out like you...

he must be bragging about having

the same tailor as Prem Chopra.

Connoisseurs often

go to great lengths.

We need to find out where film

stars get their clothes stitched from.

l am Turram...

Turram Khan.

l want a a suit identical to...

the one Prem Chopra is wearing

in his new film... pronto.

l will pay you twice the cost...

even thrice.

Another Prem Chopra obsessor.

Look at this, even this is a

Prem Chopra inspired suit...

we even have to get

this one delivered.

l could take it off your hands...

Certainly not... what do you mean

you can take it off my hands...

how can l give this one away.

Do you know who this is for...

he is a regular here.

ln fact we sew his clothes keeping

Prem Chopra's posters as a reference...

prior to film's release.

Then get another one made for him.

Excuse me!

Look, we are supposed

to deliver this today.

Today itself?

lnside, Rawal is probably

playing dress up.

Just keep the car running.

You never step out of home...

with the fear of being spotted.

You are dressing up as though

you are getting ready for a party.

My deeds may be filthy...

but l also have a filthy obsession

with neatness.

You had promised to show me the

world and treat me like a queen...

l have been stuck under

this roof for 15 days!

Shohaib is on my trail

and you keep nagging me...

wait for the matters

to cool down...

you will soon witness my heat.

You feeling hot Rawal...

Time to cool down.

Rawal?

Bastard! you aren't worthy of

shooting darts... let alone bullets.

Profanity can be tolerated...

but how dare you slap me.

But what you did deserves slaps...

not claps.

Boss, l almost had him...

Like balls, you almost had him!

l had sent you to

hunt the crocodile...

not start a wild

life adventure show.

Can you hear the laughter...

can you hear it ring in your ears?

That's the city laughing at us...

mocking my right to rule it.

Remember...

when your foes escape your grasp...

the world emasculates you.

Boss, Rawal might

have broken free...

but not without a broken heart.

What do you plan to do?

Kill him in bits and parts?

And anyway, not like Mona

was the Juliet to Rawal's Romeo.

Javed, love is a lot like

housemaids these days...

it comes by... does it's work,

and leaves.

So true, boss...

people in love are

like cars without brakes.

Make sure you lock my

tyre if it ever happens to me.

That shall not be needed Aslam...

the one who hungers for love...

has no hunger for food.

You wimp, coward, weakling...

aren't you ashamed of attempting

to commit suicide?

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