Banjo Page #4

Why is she looking so happy?

Why?

Be.. Because she is happy.

She loves going to school.

Don't argue with me.

And don't try to be the justice here.

Just close your eyes and do the job you've been given.

Don't you want to find those Banjo guys?

What's going on?

Feeling angry?

Feel like abusing me?

But you can't...

Because I've contacts.

And you need them.

Take them and leave.

Go! Get out!

Madam...

Hey, Madam...

Madam...

Money!

But this is just an audition?

We don't care.

We came here... we played... so we ought to be paid.

Let's go.

Let's go play at Deshmukh's ceremony.

We'll get paid better.

This is our situation.

We just made it to the 'base-camp'.

And we still need to climb the mountain.

Are you going to gobble up tomorrow's meal too?

What... you left it.

You think it comes for free!

Some day you will gobble all of us.

What are you looking at?

How dare you look your father in the eye?

How dare you stare at your father?

What?

Why did you say that? - Did I say anything wrong?

Did I say anything wrong?

Vaja...come on.

Some rich guy's getting married.

Father's a plumber in Dubai.

They even have a fridge at home.

There's 'Biryani' on the menu.

Pakya... - Yeah.

That foreigner... - Yeah.

She's been going around a lot with Taraat.

He took the Ganesha gig.

Then the Navratri gig.

Now he will take the girl as well.

Whose side are you on? Pakya...

Leave him... look...

Hey wise-guy...where are you going?

Come on.

Matter!

Come on...Come on...

Hot's office, do not touch!

Showing off your English.

I am going to whack you local style.

Taraat.

Grease... Railway track...Matter.

Lets go. - Hey...where are you going?

I'll be right back. - I'm coming with you. - Wait.

We'll come here every day, right?

Vaja bhai...Paper bhai...

Matter? - Yes..

Hello, ma'am.

That's the guy who stole my plectrum.

Yes, exactly...that's why he's beating him up.

What did he just say?

It's a foul thing, madam.

Come with us, please.

Madam. - No, it's okay.

No, wait. I want to see this.

One chicken chilly.

Taraat bhai, she saw you...fighting...abusing.

You just ruined everything for yourself.

I think...I'll have to handle sister-in-law now.

I am ready.

First handle your soup.

Tarat.

Madam...you're getting it all wrong.

I always stay away from problems.

But this time it walked up to me.

Otherwise... fighting...abusing...

Not me.

No.. no... ask.

Tell her. - No...it's nice. I like it.

What were you telling him?

That I stay away from fighting and abusing!

No, no, no, not that...

The things you were saying there.

That...

That...abuses.

Will you teach me?

But why do you want to learn abuses?

Bloody burnt out cracker.

You still have some spark left in you, huh?

False ceiling.

What do you think?

This revamp will make you look like new.

Bloody baldy.

Baldy!

You dog... - Dog!

Why do you start fuming over everything?

Someday I'll make you sit on the hot stove...

...it will burn right through you're a

And you'll never be able to sit anywhere ago.

All day yap..yap..yap... bloody rascal!

One tight slap...and you'll stop giving me a headache.

You...you...

A!

A?

Ohh...so you said that to your boss.

Not me... to her boss.

Calm down everyone.

Take this...

Hurry up,.. - come on.

Yes, Tarat. - Yeah, ma'am.

I am going out of town... for work.

Do you need me? - No...I've no work now, you carry on.

No...if you want...I can stay back.

No..no..no...I'll manage.

You carry on, bye, - Bye. Thank you.

Where are you going?

Father, see you soon.

Cutting, look after father. - You don't need to tell me twice.

I will.

Look Chris, leave all this.

Just forget what happened.

We still have time.

Let's try one last time.

Yeah? - Cool!

"Your memories will haunt me..."

Chilled beer.

It's been a long day, let's go home.

Yeah...right, I'll go home too.

New York.

What are you saying?

Back then I thought I should find these guys...

...so I came here.

Now I feel I'll never find them.

So I want to go home.

Chris, don't get so emotional. - Actually, I am not.

I am being practical.

If I go now, I can still submit the album...try something else.

What's wrong with you all of sudden?

I even came here all of a sudden.

I've made up my mind.

You're always ready, aren't you? - Yes, I am. .

Come on...unload the stuff.

Come on.

Unload all of it.

Carefully.

Paper...

Hello, madam.

Yeah...I am back.

Where are you coming?

Well bro...I am getting out of here.

I am going to lie flat on my bed.

Stay... Let's play.

I am tired.

Taraat bhai, let's play tomorrow.

But...I'm in the mood to play today.

Uncle, do you know Tarat? - Why Taraat?

Don't take his name on such an auspicious day.

Jyoti!

"Lord...You..."

"Lord...You..."

"Lord...You..."

"O Lord... Yes Lord..."

But why didn't you ask us about the Banjo earlier?

I asked Tarat... but he didn't tell me.

What? - I...I...

He told me that I shouldn't say that I am a Banjo player.

He said it's not a good thing.

He said if you tell her, she will never like... - Yeah like...

Like what? What like?

What? What? - Tell her.

Tell what? - Like what? - I said shut up.

What did I say? - I said shut up.

Guys! Guys! Let it be.

Thankfully I found you guys.

You guys are the best in Mumbai.

There's no one like you guys.

Yes, we've no branch. - Sorry.

You shut up.

Madam, you say.

I want to quickly do something with all of you.

All of us? - Yes. All of you.

How nice.

So...let's meet tomorrow at 11? - Yes, 11 o'clock tomorrow.

Taraat bhai. - Yes.

She means 11 am...

We'll be there, madam.

They won't get here on time if you keep looking at the watch.

Well...at least they have an attitude of a rockstar.

And how do you know these guys are the same guys.

You haven't seen them.

I've seen them...with my ears.

Chris...keep seeing with your ears.

Guys, I want to join your band.

Don't we have enough problems already...

...that she wants to join in too?

No, I am serious.

Are you having trouble making ends meet?

We play to make money.

When the money we earn isn't enough...

...we play to make more money.

Okay...maybe you played till now to make money.

But now...play it for your heart.

The distance from your stomach to the heart is very short.

Chris, let's not complicate it.

We simply have to...

Seems like they got separated when they were kids...

...and finally reunited here.

Which country bro? - Thane...bro.

Understood.

The difference between you and me...

...is the color of my skin and the clothes.

Otherwise...even I was a 'dude' like you.

What are you saying?

Can I continue? - Of course.

Guys, we don't want to join any circus.

We just need to record two singles with her.

'Singal'...you mean that red-green lights at the crossroads,

You fool...we need to record two songs.

Songs...

Then? - Then we'll enter that at the New York Music festival.

Competition... - We know what competition means.

Okay.

And then if we win, then... - Then you guys will be rolling in money.

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