Bombay to Goa Page #6

- Let's sit.

You look like Ram and Sita.

Newly married?

Why are you feeling shy?

Go and sit in the family room.

Send in two teas.

Get up dear.

- No, please sit.

l'm not shameless like you.

Let's go, wife.

What will you have?

- Three full meals.

Why is his face tied up?

ls it awish?

- No.

You may open it ifyou wish.

lf somebody mouth is tied in a

hotel, what will they think of it?

Nothing at all. They will

think there are too many flies.

You joke.

- No.

lfyou think it's a

joke, l'll open it.

Now watch the fun.

Dumplings!

Dumplings!

Hold your son!

Dumplings!

Fill his mouth with

dumplings and shut it!

Eat. Now you know why it was tied.

Not only his mouth, his eyes,

ears, nose, all should be tied.

Such a spoilt brat.

He's our only child.

- One like him is enough.

Good heavens!

Looks like eveyone

is in the canteen.

We'll wait ahead.

Here are your sweetmeats.

Come here. Where's Rajesh?

He won't be here. He'll

be eating in a private hotel.

l mean where bangles clang

along with the meal.

Where anklets chime

and foreheads glimmer.

You go in the car and do as l say.

This time ifthere's any mistake

l'll shoot you flrst.

Right. Sit down.

ls it your father's bus

that you halt it anywhere?

Don't be angy. Help us.

His mother is breathing her

Iast in the next village.

What? This dark horse

has lost his mother.

She is sick, not dead.

ls he a man or a bull?

The bullet went into my stomach!

The bullet was flred there.

This pistol is useless for you.

It had only two bullets.

Stop the bus.

- Now the bus won't stop.

Won't stop?

- Come on.

Nobody will move.

lfyou ty to stop,

l'll blow your brains out!

Drive fast!

Drive fast!

Vey good! How nice!

Gangsters cary away our daughters

and these men are watching them!

Aren't you ashamed?

Wear these bangles!

Here, wear these!

Today's men are eunuchs, not men!

Come on, we'll rescue her!

Stop! My arms are twitching!

l'm not a eunuch! Turn the bus!

No time forthat, l'll reverse.

Wait. Come one by one.

Just a minute.

Taking ofl my shirt!

l'll catch a cold or pneumonia!

Go and flght.

- No, l won't go.

Rascal! Hit me!

Beating up my husband!

Beating me? l won't spare you!

There! Follow me.

Come. Look there!

You go that way. You there.

And the rest follow me.

No, l'll go that way.

Well done. Inspector.

My passengers have done

the job ofyou policemen.

lf evey young man ofthis

county served it...

Stop lecturing.

We have to reach Goa

Catch them. Them not us.

Madam! Cootchie-coo later.

We have to reach Goa.

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