Banjo Page #7

Bye.

You've changed.

When you came here everything was "My dream...my music"...

You know "My songs". And look at you now.

"Our band...our music...our songs."

Not bad, huh!

Who could ask for anything more?

So...when do we make our band's next song?

23rd November, is my birthday.

You guys must play on that day.

It should be rocking... just like you guys play for that lady.

And you can charge me anything you like.

No, sir. I don't want money for this job.

Why not...

Consider it as an investment?

Is that how much you love me?

Then do one thing for me.

You guys go out.

Just one big extortion.

But... - I know...I know...

You want to quit this job... settle down.

Good...very good.

But...just do this one job.

It's a request.

Well..well..well... consider it a birthday gift for your father.

Do it.

Say yes..

Fine, sir.

But last time.

Bulani.

If I slap with the same hand with which I play the Banjo, would it look nice?

He's waiting... Where's the money?

Come quickly.

You're a useful guy.

If you help me...I can help you too.

I've an offer.

White one... yeah...

Where were you? - I went to see Bulani.

Taraat bhai. - Yeah.

What's that?

Patil sir's birthday surprise.

Let's take a look. - No.

You can see it later.

What's in it?

See it on his birthday.

Ambulance.

Ambulance. - Call the police. - Leave.

You think you're too smart!

Did you start murdering people now?

Speak up...why did you shoot him?

I don't know, sir.

Patil sir was like my father.

You shot one father...and now deceiving the other one.

Where did a gun come from your box?

How? How?

That rascal who shot him, where did he go?

Tell me... Why are you quiet now?

Excuse me.

What are you doing? Stop?

Who said that?

Sir, that's her.

She's always going around with them.

How long have you known him? Huh?

You're an NRI, right?

So what are you doing here?

Show me your passport,

Passport... - Sir... - Am I talking to you?

Don't interfere.

Do you just go around with them...or are you involved too?

You think I am a criminal? - Don't ask questions!

She's questioning me.

They have been charged for murder. Am I talking to you?

It's not a piece a cake.

And as long as the case is open...

...anyone close to the criminal is a criminal as well.

Get out...come on.

Why do you close the door?

This isn't over yet.

If Patil's dead...and...

Bloody criminal.

Excuse me. They are artists.

Hey...

Who?

Artist.

He's an artist.

More...did you hear?

They are artists.

Sir, lying is an art too.

Absolutely right.

Hey artist...did you tell her your real profession?

Do you know, ma'am...extortion specialist.

Yes.

Just a few days ago he made an extortion!

Did you tell ma'am?

Madam, take him away...

Take him away now, if I lose my mind...

...I'll charge him again and throw him behind bars again.

Get lost...

Come on, get out.

There comes...your son.

Where are you going?

What am I saying?

Taraat...

You're going after him again?

The guy you're following has ruined all of your lives.

Finished.

And you've finished our lives.

Hey... - Stop hitting him in the police station.

Stop advocating him.

But.. - What did you do?

You wanted to play with Taraat, didn't you?

Now do.

You..

If there's anything you want to say, then say it.

Of course I do, Tarat.

Why did that inspector say that you extort money?

I don't do that anymore... I used to.

Oh really... then when did you quit?

2 days ago.

Why did you do this, Tarat?

Everything was going well.

How much more money do you need?

Madam! Madam! Madam!

We never say no to our father.

And definitely not after what Patil sir has done for us.

I admit you want to shape our present.

But we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Patil sir.

Patil wanted money.

He said it and I did it, that's it.

You did it because Patil told you to.

You also did what Bulani told you.

Do you guys know... that Bulani is his new boss?

Hey...don't talk about what you don't know.

I am smarter than you think, don't try to teach me.

That day Bulani gave him an offer...

...and then a gun was found in his box.

Surprise! Surprise!

How much did you demand...for killing Patil?

Another word...then this will get out of hand. - So be it.

Taraat bhai...

Just shut up now.

What are you doing?

How dare you hit me?

How dare you hit me?

How dare you hit me?

Stop fighting...

Don't fight here.

Get lost.

What do you think?

I cannot survive without you!

You won't play with me...

I refuse to play with you.

Leave me.

What are you staring at? Come on...

Let's go.

All these problems is because of your Banjo.

You're only going to distribute papers from tomorrow.

Come on.

Let's go...come on.

Hey...

I exchanged the boxes for you guys.

Thinking it will be filled with drugs.

And as soon as Taraat gives the box to Patil...

...the cops will raid the place and arrest those two.

Isn't that what you said?

Isn't that what you told me?

So...how did it get exchanged with a gun? - Magic.

Any problem?

Yes, I have a problem.

I didn't want all this to happen.

I only wanted Taraat to serve some time in jail.

I wanted him to lose face...so I can pick up this season.

By getting him involved in a murder case...

...you guys murdered his entire Banjo band.

It's all your fault.

That day I missed my aim...but this time I won't.

Understood.

I do.

I missed my aim, not you.

I made a mistake.

Can I see Vaja?

Listen...please...

Madam.

Hello, sir. Where's Paper?

He's better off distributing papers.

Go away...go..go..go.

Did you try talking to Grease?

I don't think he's in any mood to listen.

S man, I really wanted our band to perform at the Sobo Music Festival.

I don't want to miss that.

And what about the two songs that we've to submit?

Chris, I know this album is your dream.

And we'll definitely perform at the Sobo Music Festival.

And if no one else is willing, then just you two will perform.

Speak to Taraat, he'll listen to you.

No!

I went to see them... but they didn't want to meet me.

I am glad you came.

Everything was going smooth.

No one thought this will happen.

But this was destiny, I guess.

Right, madam. What's done is done.

Let it go.

Exactly...we should move on.

Can we make that other song?

I know that the others won't come.

But we can make this song too.

We'll hire another band. We'll find someone like Grease too.

I am not telling you to quit your band, but...just one song...

Without them.

Just one song.

You're wasting your time, madam.

You're talking about wasting time.

All my efforts will be wasted if I don't make the deadline.

Please...think practically Tarat.

You taught me to think from the heart.

And now you're asking me to forget that.

Leave this right here.

Honestly speaking... you should've never come here.

I was wondering...how can such good things happen with us?

How can our dreams be fulfilled so soon?

I was scared.

But...everything's fine now.

This...this is our life.

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