They wait until Hariram comes within hearing distance.
Jaidev:
To kya saara intezaam ho chuka hai?
Veeru:
Haan. Is baar nishana khaali nahin jayega. Pistol jail mein aa chuka hai.
Jaidev:
Pistol jail mein aa chuka hai!!! Hmmm.
Veeru:
Haan, bas do chaar din mein hi jailor aur uske jasooson ko...
Jaidev:
Dhichkyon dhichkyon.
In Jailor’s office.
Jailor:
Haaa haaa. Hamari jail mein pistol. Pistol!
Hariram Nai:
Jeee.
Jailor:
Pistol?
Hariram Nai:
Jeee.
Jailor:
Hamare jail mein pistol?
Hariram Nai:
Jeee.
Jailor:
Yane bagawat?
Hariram Nai:
Haan.
Jailor:
Khoon ki nadiyaan?
Hariram Nai:
Haan.
Jailor:
Sipahiyon.
Hariram Nai:
Sipahiyon.
Jailor:
Sipaahiyooon.
Hariram Nai:
Sipahiyooon.
Jailor marches out to meet the prisoners.
Jailor:
Thehro. Jail ka kona kona chhaan maaro. Aadhe idhar jaao, aadhe idhar jaao, aur baaki hamaare saath aao. Halt!
He moves to Hariram in the line-up.
Jailor:
Hmmmm. Ha ha ha ha. Eh, heheh. Eh?
Hariram motions not to stare at him. Jailor coughs and walks away. He then looks at the prisoner with a half-shaven moustache. The prisoner shakes his head, and the jailor also shakes his head and walks to the next guy in line. The next one gives a menacing look. He is taken aback, skips a bald guy, and goes to the next one. This guy is effeminate, winks and gives flying kisses to the jailor. The jailor walks away, again skips a guy and the next one is quite short. The short guy looks down, and the jailor tries to meet his eyes, and starts laughing. He then walks over at the same level to the next guy, and can only reach Jaidev’s chest. He stands up to look at Jaidev, who scratches his cheek with a finger. As he tries to skip Veeru and walk over to the next guy, Veeru puts something behind the jailor’s back.
Veeru:
Pistol yahan hai.
Jailor:
Aaye!!
Veeru:
Zara bhi hilne ki koshish kee to...
Jaidev:
Dishoon, dishoon.
Jailor:
Sipahiyon!
Veeru:
Chale gaye.
Jailor:
Hhen!
Veeru:
Chalo apee daftar.
Jailor:
Chaloon kaise? Tum logo ne hilne ko mana kiya hai.
Jaidev:
Pehla order cancel. Chal.
Jailor:
Ha, haa. Ha ha hahaa, huh. Ha hah, haha huh.
At Jailor’s office, Jaidev and Veeru get into their clothes.
Jaidev:
Angrezo ke zamaane ke jailor, aur itni ghabraahat? Tch tch tch tch.
Jailor:
Uhaahuh.
Veeru:
Nahi, nahi nahi nahi nahi, nahi. Pehle hifaazat se hamein gate tak chhod kar aao.
Jaidev:
Attention! Left turn. Pehle, quick march. Left right, left right...
They take the jailor to the outside gate.
Jaidev:
Left right, left right, left right, left right, left right, squad halt.
Veeru:
Darwaza khulvao.
Jailor knocks on the gate. A sentry slides open a small window. Jailor hesitates, and Veeru pushes the “pistol” harder at his back.
Jailor:
Darwaza kholo.
Sentry:
Yes sir.
As the sentry opens the door, and comes in, Jaidev hits him behind his neck, and they both get out, leaving the jailor behind.