that only for the sake of that old hag!
That old hag indeed! – My God!You will see for yourselves! When I diethe police will arriveand take the old hag away to jail!In jail, the old hag will labouron the grindstone..Youd better agree, maam. Or hell kill himself!But how can I agree, Mr. Dinanath?Hey, villagers!You dont have to beg for anything from the hag.Nothing can stop me now!I will certainly end my life!Here goes! One, two, three..Please, Aunt! Give your consent!Youd better agreeor do the rounds of the courts and police stations!But Ive never been to a court or a police station!Then, youd better agree. – All right.Wait, Veeru! I agree!The old lady has agreed! Now, quietly come down! – Yes..Who wants to marry the old lady?Its Dhanno.. I mean, its Basanti I want to marry.Im willing to marry you, Veeru! Come down now!Hear that, villagers?The old lady is ready and so is Basanti!So, I cancel my plan to die!Im coming down, maam.Im coming down.Hey, careful.. – What are you doing?What am I going to do now?God, Basantis aunt has given her consent! – Be careful!So long, Father. – Youre leaving?Go on. May God protect you.Write to me the moment you reach there. – Okay, Father.You never eat on time. Look after your health, okay?As my father, God bless his soul, used to say..In good health lies true happiness and wealth.Let me walk with you for a while. Ill get myself some air, too.Its okay, Father. Take rest. Ill manage.Really? Okay, then. Give me a hug then.Hurry up, Junga. I hold the queen of clubs.Thats okay, Samba. But look there, an easy prey.Chief.. – Yes?This boy is from Ramgarh.He was on his way to the station when we found him.Ahmed!Basanti!Hey, Basanti!Why such an eerie silence?Mr. Rahim.. – Whos that?Veeru?Why is everyone so quiet, dear?Please come with me.Please come. – Whats wrong?What is it, dear? Where are you leading me..Whos that?Ahmed?A-Ahmed!Ahmed!May your soulrest in peace.Mr. Rahim, I..How will you console him, Thakur? Youre responsible for all this.Its true!And you villagers also listento this letter from Gabbar!Addressed to the people of Ramgarh, it says..Look at the consequences of challenging meat Thakurs instigation.Should you folks still not mend your waysdeath shall perform its ugly dancein every courtyard of Ramgarh!Should you care for the lives of your family and childrenat dawn tomorrowhand over Thakurs men to me, at the old hillock.Gabbar Singh, chief of the bandits.You have put us in such a grave danger, Thakur!What have you done?Dinanath..To lead an honourable life, we will have to pay a price.And we can pay the bandits with food grains for our lives.We cant pay them with our childrens lives!Were farmers, after all. We are not soldiers.You are right, Shankar. We are indeed farmers.This has been a country of farmers for many ages.But whenever someone evil has mounted an attack on this landby God, it was farmers who melted their ploughs into swords!Its not the blood of cowards that flows in our veins.Its not the blood of cowards that flows in our veins!But how is violence and bloodshed going to help?Non-violence has its place, too.I do believe in non-violence.But it wont be an act of non-violenceto grovel before a wicked and evil man!Its nothing, but cowardliness! Plain spinelessness!Those who dont bow down get broken, Thakur!Thakur can neither be made to bow nor be broken down!Thakur can only die, Kashiram!But I will live in dignity as long as I live!For how long are you going to live?And for how long will we livewith these guys around in the village?If you think you can save your childrens livesby handing us over to Gabbar Singhyou can very well give us up to Gabbar. We are ready.Yes. We must do the right thing now.We cant bear the burden of this problem anymore.Whos speaking of not bearing the burden?Do you know what the biggest burden in the world is?A father bearing the bier of his son!There can be no burden heavier than this.An old man like me is willing to bear this burdenand you refuse to combat a problem?Theres something I very strongly believe in.An honourable death is any day better than a life of humiliation.Its I who has lost a son.But Id still want both of them to stay in this village.I leave the rest to you.Its time for my prayers.I will ask God todaywhy He did not give mesome more sons to be sacrificed for the village.Will someone please walk me till the mosque?Come.Lets go.Whats that? A letter?Of course, you idiot! Read it.For every villager you kill, Gabbar Singhwe will slay four of your men. – What?Just checkif its those guys? Or have they dumped someone else here?For every villager you kill, Gabbar Singhwe will slay four of your men.The fun begins now!Its been ages since Ive