Heeramandi: The Diamond Bazaar (हीरामंडी)

Huzoor… give us this boy.

If you dare say that again… I'll chop your tongue of too.

Qutubuddin Sahab…

And for me?

Imaad!

Aapa?

Rehana Aapa?

Satto!!

Satto! Phatto!

Where have they disappeared?

What's wrong, Mallika?

Where is Imaad?

He should be in Rehana Huzoor's room.

No, there is nobody in Rehana Aapa's room!

But she had him with her! Maybe she gave him to that ma…

Shush…shush…shush…We don't know anything, you'd better ask Rehana Huzoor!

What are both of you hiding from me? Why don't you tell me? Satto!

Rehana Aapa? Where is Imaad?

Mallika, would you look at this fortune we sisters have amassed?

The nawabs showered you with so much wealth

at your performance tonight that I feel like

we could buy the entire city of Lahore!

You haven't taken your ghungroo's off yet? You must be tired, my child, go on,

go to bed.

-Where is Imaad? -He is exactly where he belongs! He's

with a nawab with no heir, who'll raise him well and he's paid us a handsomely.

Look… The light of your life who you held so close,

will now glitter and glow around my neck.

You had absolutely no right to sell Imaad, Aapa!!

What else should I have done then?

Brought up a whoremonger? Let him become an opium addict?

Or turned him into a eunuch?

Do you have no fear of God, Aapa?

Not Aapa… Huzoor!

This is the Shahi Mahal, Mallika and the only God here is me.

You have taken my child away from me, Huzoor.

One day Mallika will take everything from you.

Every single thing

I'll take everything

Everything…

Huzoor would you like me to hide Zulfikar sahab's initials

in your henna?

Let's see… if he has any luck finding it in the evening.

Huzoor…Tasleem Huzoor

What happened? Why have you come rushing in here?

Its Ustaad ji, he's brought an English men along with him who's here to meet huzoor.

Tell them they'll have to wait. Huzoor's henna will take some time to dry.

Phatto Bi, he has a strange contraption with him.

Allah Kasam! Once you lay your eyes on it - you'll wont even believe it.

Phatto, bring me my dupatta….

Huzoor, how will you walk? The henna hasn't dried yet.

Phatto! My dupatta!

This is how these courtesans are, Gunther Sahab.

God knows how many nawabs have ruined their

lives, just waiting for them to show up.

And Mallikajaan is the worst of them all! She doesn't care about anyone! Bloody

-Witch…-! -Ustadji!

-Uh… ji? Ji? -Huzoor is here. Are you ready?

Yes.

My…How beautiful you look!

Today you could get away with a hundred murders.

Shall we get to the point? I believe you're here to show me something? Go on.

He is the one with something to show. Gunther Sahab?

Adab aarz, Mallikajaan.

Adavarrrz…

This is a gramophone.

And this… is a record.

This will sing a song for you.

Oh my…!

Satto!!

Silly woman!

Alright Ustaad ji, who is this torn deaf creature?

This is the great Saeeda Bai from Agra!

Now why would a woman from Lahore waste her time listening to a woman from Agra?

He wants to make a record of Bibbojaan singing, just like he has with Saeeda Bai.

Now If you agree,

then Bibbojaan's voice will be heard echoing not merely in Lahore but in

every household.

Gutter Sahab…

Gutter?

Hmm…

We have no desire to be famous in every household. Hmm?

We are like the moon.

You may admire us from a far but don't expect

the moon to come down from the sky.

We tawaif's we are the queens of Lahore.

Every nawab and king in the land comes to our door.

If anyone wants to hear us sing… This is where they come.

Alright, Bibi. Then… I'll bring him along for Bibbojaan's performance this evening.

Our mehfils' are attended by connoisseurs of music, not by music merchants.

Shabba khair.

-Bibi, I just… I didn't mean… -Ameena.

Oh, my love, get away

You're so unrelenting

Oh, my love, get away

You're so unrelenting

The night fades away

The dawn is breaking

Now please let me go home

Oh, my love, now let me go home

Oh, my love, get away

You're so unrelenting

Oh, my love, get away

You're so unrelenting

Arey, arey bhai allow me to finish peeing, uh… Piss atleast! Feels good…

Come on!

I think, uh… we may have overdone it tonight, Mallika.

-I am here Zulfikar Sahab. -Ofcourse I know where you are.

Because where you are… is where I am. !

You've had one too many if you ask me.

After all you've been awarded the title of Khan Bahadur. A celebration was

-in order. -Yeah well, come… have a

drink from me too. Come on…

These Britishers seek to buy my loyalty in exchange for this title.

And was Huzoor's loyalty up for sale to the British?

What choice did I have, Mallika?

But you wait and see the day the British leave our land once and for all will be

the day we start fighting amongst ourselves,

ahhh gently Mallika! Gently!

The British have already succeeded in pitting us against each other.

Just like you've always done.

Between the nawabs and their neglected wives Divide and ru…rule!!!

Mallika! Mallika! Mallika!

Mother-in-law, sister-in-law and friends all vexed

Will demand to know where I spent the night

Mother-in-law, sister-in-law and friends all vexed

Will demand to know where I spent the night

I would die of shame and disgrace, oh oh…

I would die of shame and disgrace, oh oh…

Oh, my love, get away

You're so unrelenting

Oh, my love, get away

You're so unrelenting

The night fades away… The dawn breaks

Now please let me go home

Oh, my love, now let me go home

My love…

My love…

My love…

Iqbal…

Ji

Make sure Zulfikar sahab reaches home safely

Sure

How was Bibbo's mujra?

Wonderful! Wali Sahab was very generous.

Hmm…

Has Wali Sahab left?

No, Huzoor. He's staying here tonight. With Bibbo.

Very good.

Here are Bibbo's earnings from tonight.

Is that all?

Yes, that's all, Aapa. Wali Sahab's generosity seems to be waning.

But your insolence seems to be growing.

Allah Kasam, Aapa. I gave you everything

She is lying, Huzoor! She hid some last time as well!

Search her thoroughly.

You would rather believe them than your own sister?

Fine, go ahead.

Huzoor, should I do it or Satto?

Ji Huzoor! Shsh…Move, move!

Huzoor… there's nothing under her kurta.

And below that?

Huzoor… there's no room to fit a candle down there! How will she fit a pouch?

Huzoor.

Take a look.

Huzoor, There is nothing under there either. Waheedan Bi was telling the truth.

This is all your fault. She's got nothing on her.

Wah, Aapa, Wah! Only my patrons have ever disrobed me before. But today my own

-sister has stripped me of my clothes. -She must have hidden it away!

I'm not a thief, you are appa! You strip everyone of their happiness!

And that is the greatest theft of all!

I'm not a thief, I'm not th-!

… I am not a thief.

Saima! Stop everything you're doing, puttar!

Take this jewellery and go and get Alam dressed!

Huzoor wants to see her right now, she's waiting!

I'm afraid Huzoor will have to wait. Our princess will take another half an hour to

-get out of bed. -Stupid girl! If Huzoor loses

her temper then God help us!

Come on, hurry up! Go get Alam dressed, go!

You know, Satto… I feel very sorry for poor Alam.

She writes so beautifully, hain. She wants to be a poetess!

And her mother! She's determined to make her a tawaif!

You know what I think?

I think Mother and daughter are going to kill each other over this!

Well, you also used to think

that you would be the most sought after tawaaif in Heeramandi.

Are you?

Look at me just once

Look at me just once

Let me be besotted with you

Look at me just once

I long to burn

Let me be a moth to your flame

Look at me just once

Alamzeb, your poem is truly beautiful.

But leave your poetry aside for now and get dressed quickly.

Huzoor is waiting for you. If you are late, it will be my neck…

This girl is mad.

I'd drink so much I couldn't stir