back.But please dont think we wont carry out the mission for you.

back.But please dont think we wont carry out the mission for you.

back.But please dont think we wont carry out the mission for you.

But didnt you say that you only work for money?Well, we..We will get the money anyway.Once we have killed Gabbar.. – You will not kill Gabbar!You are here to catch Gabbar alive and hand him over to me.Give me your word! You will hand him over to me, alive!We give you our word, Mr. Thakur.But please take the money back.Girija, the blacksmith, brings some news from Pipri Village, sir.You might meet Gabbar again very soon.Come on.Greetings, Mr. Thakur. – Greetings.So, what news have you brought, Girija?There are some gypsies camping near Pipri, Mr. Thakur.Hira and his friends are there too.Hira is the one who sells arms and ammunition to Gabbar.Gabbar is bound to meet him in a couple of days.Strike when the iron is hotDarling! Oh, darling!Darling! Oh, darling!Flowers blossom in the gardens, when we meet in the desert.Flowers blossom in the gardens, when we meet in the desert.You and me!Darling! Oh, darling!Flowers blossom in the gardens, when we meet in the desert.Flowers blossom in the gardens, when we meet in the desert.You and me!Flowers come from springThe moon comes from the starsFlowers come from spring. The moon comes from the starsThe day gives way to nightDarling! Oh, darling!Flowers blossom in the gardens, when we meet in the desert.Flowers blossom in the gardens, when we meet in the desert.You and me!On the road to love and beauty.In your arms, in your eyes.On the road to love and beauty.. In your arms, in your eyes.My heart drowns!Darling! Oh, darling!Flowers blossom in the gardens, when we meet in the desert.Flowers blossom in the gardens, when we meet in the desert.You and me!Darling! Oh, darling!Darling! Oh, darling!Ramlal..My God! What happened to him?Dont worry. The bullet has just grazed his arm.Its not a serious injury.We blew up almost all their arms and explosives, Mr. Thakurbut Gabbar managed to escape.Its okay. Well get him again someday.Take a swig, partner. Your troubles will vanish.Should you stop drinking, it will reduce most of your troubles.How about you? – No, thank you.Greetings, Mr. Rahim. I have a letter for you.Here you go. – It must be from Jabalpur.Please read it for me, Gulzarilal. – Certainly.Where are my glasses? Id put it in my pocket!What you are looking for is here with me!Here you go! – The chatterbox is here, isnt she?Actually, we were coming from the opposite directions.You were on your bicycle and I was on foot.You dropped your glasses and I picked them up!I guessed as much that the glasses must belong to you.The funny part is, its really yours. Actually..If you rest your mouth a little, Id know what the letter says.Ill listen to you later. – Okay! When did I refuse?Go ahead, Gulzarilal.It begins with a greeting. – Greetings to him, too.Everything is fine hereand we pray for your well-being.The good news is that the job for Ahmed has been finalised.He will get a salary of Rs. 200.He can very well stay with us.Its good that he will be under his uncles supervision.Oh, yes! Thats wonderful! Thats just what I wanted, too.It wouldnt be proper to delay this matter anymore.I hope you would treat this letter like a telegram.Please arrange to send Ahmed here at the earliest.Everything else is fine here. My folks send you their regards.Yours.. – Mukait Ullah. – Yes.I will not listen to any excuse from Ahmed now.Thats right. But hes very much life in your arms.Tie him up!Im not going to kill you now.After Im through with youthe world will spit on you.Your arms are full of life!His arms are strong enough to pull down a running horse!Your arms are full of life!Do you remember what you had once told me?They arent arms, but a noose!But see now! The noose has come undone!It is at my mercy now!Arms full of life, arent they?These arms..Give them to me, Thakur. – No!Give me your arms, Thakur! – No!Did you see anything else? – No, sir.We shut our doors and windows when we heard the gunfire.I see. Very well.Put your thumb impression here. – Very well, sir.Over here.Hello, Mr. Thakur.Ive got to know about what happened here from these folks.I wanted to discuss something else with you.The police want Gabbar, dead or alive.You will have him one day, Inspector.Is there something you can tell me about Gabbar Singh?No.Okay. Thats all I wanted to know.Thank you, Mr. Thakur.Good day.Mr. Thakur, we dont wantthe money.Please take it

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