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and achieve all this.

You don't know enough to judge me.

You know nothing about me!

I am surprised Radha

even spoke to you about this!

- Use the (A+B)2 formula.

- Oh yeah!

- So, did you have fun with Biju uncle?

- Yeah...

I had forgotten how much

fun it is to be insulted!

Roshan!

Ary, go inside.

Are you two going to fight?

No, we're just going to talk. Go.

Why are you getting so aggressive?

- Your lover pissed me off!

- Sorry!

You've lost the right

to comment on my private life.

Private life?

Was it Biju's idea or yours...

..to dump his pile of scrap on me?

Why insult me like that?

What do you want to prove?

That I am finished? I can't get a job!

Should I put up a cornerside Chinese

fast-food stall?

It was just an offer, an idea.

But these days the only thing

on your mind is self-pity.

- Listen, Radha, if you think...

- You said no!

End of story!

That junk... You call

that an opportunity?

What is wrong with you guys?

You're the pile of junk, Roshan.

That thing can be fixed,

but what about you?

Is your passion cooking,

or some restaurant's ambience?

- You want me to drive a food truck?

- It's a bus.

Double-decker. Roshan,

this is an idea which might.

Let people know that

you can still cook.

- Radha, I am 40.

- 41! And it's Vinny.

- I am sorry, Vinny, I can't.

- Come on, you can.

And, I have work. Bye, take care.

"Every time we... met..."

"...and the little things we shared."

"Time would stand still."

"Never realizing how time would fly."

"You and me"

"You and me"

"When did this chasm open

between you and me?"

"You and me"

"You and me"

"When did this chasm open

between you and me?"

"You and me"

"I always believed..."

"... our world existed within this orbit."

"Never imagined it could change..."

"...shattered into little pieces."

"Our world fell apart ..."

"... couldn't be put back together."

"You and me"

"You and me"

"When did this chasm open

between you and me?"

"You and me"

"You and me"

"When did this chasm open

between you and me?"

"You and me"

"You and me"

"You and me"

A lot of work to be done.

More than I can handle alone

Get it... not my 'bus' alone?

You didn't get the joke?

You got the joke.

Sorry...

- Papa, can I drive?

- Sure.

- No!

- No!

- But, I... Please, papa.

- Ary, no.

Keep coming, papa.

careful.

Tell him to keep coming back

Keep coming.

Stop. Stop.

What's the hell is he doing?!

There's a kid on the bus

- Pretty cool, right.

- Yeah.

I know... it's really huge.

I used to bathe

elephants in my hometown.

Yeah, but an elephant will spray

some water on themselves.

This isn't going to...

We'll have to do everything ourselves.

We know.

Yeah right!

Like we don't know what has to be done.

This is a tough one.

No, sir. You take rest. We'll do it.

I've been resting for over a week.

I am not used to it.

Umm, let's see...

- This won't work.

- Of course it does.

I drove it here myself.

You can't make your domestic

servants do this job.

Why not?

I mean my bus, my people...

What's the problem?

What will we eat then?

That's the problem.

Do whatever you

like... as long you pay us.

That's the rule here.

This isn't England, its Kochi.

Union rules...

I am not... sc that.

What union? What rules?

If someone washes his vehicle at home...

...will you simply barge in?

What nonsense is this?

You know the rules

You can't use domestic workers...

You know there is

no such official rule.

And yet, you

come up with any rule...

...for the benefit of your union,

and expect us to follow it?

That's coercion!

You can do what you want.

But, you must pay us!

We won't give you a penny!

Then no work will happen!

We're going to work.

- Go ahead... go on.

- Okay-okay... relax.

The Union rules say that...

...I can't make the domestic

servants do this job, right?

But, I can do it myself, can't I

Settled? Now, get out of my house.

Get out.

We'll see

We're right here. Understood.

We're watching

Won't you help?

- Your bus, your job.

- Papa...

Blood is always thicker than water

Get to work.

Come on, let's start from here.

Anilettan

Turn on the tap

Papa, this is fun right?

Yeah...

Fun!

Jump more. Jump more, Ary.

You do that top part.

Hey...

I am going out,

I'll be back by evening.

Alone?

Now I know why he gave me a bus.

Come on, Ary.

Let's finish cleaning inside now.

- You take the upper deck.

- Yeah.

Papa, there's a dead rat upstairs.

Put it in a polythene bag,

and throw it in the dustbin.

Wash your hands with soap later.

- No, you do it.

- Oh, come on. What is the big deal.

- I am busy doing something.

- I'm not going to do it.

Armaan, did I ask you for help?

When you offer help in parts.

There's no choice in work, son.

Where you can choose

to do the best parts...

...and make someone

else do the dirty parts.

Go throw it away.

- No!

- I said do it.

I won't.

You will... come on.

Up.

Where is it?

Come here.

So mean!

Go back! Go!

Hey...

I made you something.

Fine, you can eat

rice and dal instead.

Because, that's lunch.

I am sorry, Ary...

...I behaved just like my father today.

I yelled at you... Pushed you around...

But, you can't get

a better deal than this.

An apology along with a

'just invented' Roshan K dish.

Don't want it.

Well... I tried.

But if...

Did you say something?

Since you've brought it...

- Sorry?

- I'll eat it.

But that doesn't mean we're friends.

So? What's the verdict?

Nice.

- Just nice?

- Hmm...

It's awesome, papa.

Look, Armaan...

I am sorry for what I did.

But, I don't apologize

for what I said.

Back in Amritsar,

when I used to sleep in the kitchen...

...rats would scurry over me.

They would be trapped with a snap...

...I would throw them out.

I would wash my hands,

put a piece of bread in the trap...

...and go back to sleep.

Nobody owes us anything, son.

Sorry, papa.

I'm not used to you

telling me what to do.

And suddenly... you started yelling...

I am not used to this.

I am sorry, Ary.

No, papa.

I think I should've thrown it out.

Not for that.

I am sorry for all those days...

...when I wasn't around to yell at you.

I am sorry.

It's okay.

Careful, Ary.

You think we should put tables here?

Yeah. Sure.

And, what about music?

Should we have a couple

of guitars lying around?

In case somebody wants to jam.

Really? Music? What about food?

No, Ary... no! Please.

And whose going to play the guitar? You?

Maybe you don't know,

but I play the guitar really well.

Really?

I've never seen you play the guitar.

You never even...

Never mind, soon...

Let's go down.

Watch your step.

Let me see what I'll need

in the kitchen downstairs.

And, what if I tell you?

You? Here?

Came looking for you, boss.

Did you get a visa?

Or, did you illegally cross

the border from Bangladesh?

- Where did the BSF shoot you?

- Boss...

I would've crossed the border

and even taken a bullet for you.

But look, I've got a stamp.

- How are you?

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