Zameer Page #3

- Whatever the make, I never miss my aim

Where are you lost?

My twenty bucks?

You've ruined me.

Here's ten... fifteen...

and twenty.

Badal, when were you released?

- Just today, sir.

If anyone's pocket is picked in

the fair, you'll land behind bars

It's like, the famous man cons, and

the infamous robber is hauled up.

You can keep the money if you wish.

It's not stolen.

I must tell you something. From now on

I'm going to earn an honest living.

Inspector sahib...

your wallet. Evidence of my honesty.

- Bloody swine.

Same to you, sir.

So you are into this, too?

- I do whatever comes to me.

By Lord Hanuman, you're a Guru.

Will you do something for me?

Anything for money.

- I see. Then let's go in.

Come on.

- Sure.

Are you interested in horse-riding?

- Interested? It's my profession.

The horseback is the first thing

I saw after I was born.

By Lord Hanuman, you've got

a silver tongue. I hope...

you won't fall off a horse?

- No horse can throw me down.

Whatever the breed,

no horse can throw me down.

Same words.

Could this one be his son?

No manhandling. Okay?

- You're vey unfortunate.

You just missed

becoming a millionaire.

Now you'll rip my pants and say that

I just missed becoming a billionaire.

Is this a new way to become rich?

- Actually Guru, twenty years ago...

I was a servant to Maharaj Singh.

He's a multimillionaire.

He had a son, Chimpu.

Some thug kidnapped him...

and there's no trace of the boy yet.

The boy had a mark on his shoulder.

Guru, when I saw you, I felt that

you are the one. Maharaj Singh's son.

You're tying to link me

to rich parents. I wasn't destined...

to even have poor parents.

- You will have parents.

How?

- Listen to this.

Maharaj Singh hasn't been

able to forget his son.

If you wish, I can pass you off

as his son.

Funny! How'll he believe I'm his son?

- That's my job.

How will you do it?

I'll tell you. You have certain

traits that match Maharaj Singh's.

You ride horses, you're also

a marksman like him.

The only difference is that

his son had a mark on his body.

Mark?

- Yes, a mark. Over here.

About which, only Maharaj Singh,

his wife and I know.

I'll make a similar tattoo on you.

And then, you'll be worth millions.

If you agree,

half the money will be mine.

If it comes walking to me,

I don't mind splitting it.

But how will you make a mark on me?

- How?

That's my iob. Only mine.

Wondeul! That's it. Ditto.

You deserve five bucks. Happy?

- Happy sahib.

I've made a millionaire out of you.

You're going to own...

Maharaj Singh's stud farm.

By God, don't you forget my share.

Never. I'm a true friend.

Also don't forget what I've told you

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