Bol Bachchan Page #10
This is supercalifragilisti
cexpialidocious!
Radhika!
Abbas, Prithviji is here!
What will happen now?
Prithviji won't spare us!
Abbas!
Faster! Faster!
Step on it!
Prithviji is back again.
Stop the car!
Let's run for our lives!
Father!
Be careful!
Abbas!
Brother!
Sir!
- Prithviji!
- Brother!
Sir!
- Someone help sir.
- Help!
Abbas, all this is
only because of you.
Listen Abbas...
you will save my boss.
- Me?
- Yes!
Have you seen how
deep the ravine is?
The more l climb down,
the more l'll be closer to heaven.
- Abbas! - Yes?
All that Prithviji is going through
is only because of your lie.
When did it change
from 'our lie' to 'my lie'?
l don't want to talk about it.
lf you don't save him,
l will never see your face again.
- Abbas!
- Yes?
l'm Prithviraj
Raghuvanshi's sister.
So?
lf you don't save him,
l will never see your face again.
- Abbas!
- Yes?
And l will support my elders,
my elder sisters.
Huh?
Even l will never
see your face again.
l will never see your face again.
Even l will never
see your face again!
Great!
On that point all
five of you agree!
And l'm between the
devil and the deep blue sea!
What do you think?
That you will tell
me and l will go to help?
No way!
Who do you think l am?
You think l'm the
man who doesn't get hurt?
You think l'm a
superhero with a cape?
l'm brave-heart!
But with this brave-heart,
l also have a mind.
And my mind says that l...
Mummy!
Prithviji...
Prithviji help!
Pr... Pr...
Prithviji...
Prithviji!
What are you doing here?
l've risked my life to save you.
- l Forgive you.
- What?
That's what you should tell me.
'l forgive you'.
Let's go home,
there's lots to be done.
Prithviraj Raghuvanshi
worships the truth.
- And buries...
- Shut up!
Ravi Shastri!
You're an insult
to a great cricketer.
Sania, you are my sister.
Radhika, you are my love.
Yet both of you are supporting him?
Shut up!
You too!
lf Aurangzeb's grandmother
were alive today...
even she would call
you 'elder sister'!
Shut up!
Listen...
No, Prithviji!
Today you will listen to me.
lf you had broken the
lock of a mosque...
would you say you are Prithviraj?
No!
You know what you'd say?
My name is Parvez Musharraf!
That's what you would say.
lf in a ring filled with wrestlers,
you ask questions like...
'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire'...
anybody would be
scared for their life!
This is not fair, Prithviji!
You want to observe
a fast for mother, do it!
But why did you have to come home?
come into this world.
But l was so afraid of you that...
l came up with three
mothers in one day!
This is not fair, Prithviji!
You not only gave me ajob...
you also gave my brother ajob!
This is not fair, Prithviji!
l fell in love with your sister.
l did!
But you also fell
in love with my sister.
But l will die Tommy's death?
This is not fair, Prithviji!
Brother!
Can l bare my heart out to you?
At work, l didn't cheat
you, not even for a rupee!
l thought... if l continue
working honestly...
neither will Allah take
offence, nor will Lord Ram.
But if you still
think l am wrong...
l...
l will jump from here.
lt is better to die than to lie,
Prithviji!
l am going, okay!
Don't try to stop me, please!
Don't stop me!
Don't hold my hand, okay?
Don't hold my hand!
Prithviji!
Prithviji, don't let go of me!
Don't let go of
my hand! l will fall!
Prithviji! Prithviji!
Don't let go of
my hand or l'll die!
Now do you see...
where a bundle of
You believe in the Almighty and
now you would've been with Him!
Moreover, you called me black?
Black?
You said...
''Prithviji...
Oh no!
Never mind, l forgive you.
Even if you bow before a
stone, that stone becomes God...
and if you say it from the heart,
even stone-cold Prithvi melts!
l'll bare my heart to you.
l'm actually very proud of you.
l'm really very proud to have you.
Prithviji!
l will never ever lie again,
Prithviji!
But l want you to
promise me something...
that you will never
talk in English again!
- Please!
- What?
Now pull me up, please!
l'm really scared.
Pull!
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