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Romi Latti from Gurdaspur.

Romi? - I'm not speaking

from Gurdaspur airport.

I'm standing at the airport and

there's no here to pick me up.

So...

- It's been half an hour.

I'm just standing.

Nothing's happening. What do I do?

Wait there. I'm coming.

- Okay.

Golde.

Gold with an E.

I'm Jolly.

I'm Popli.

- Lovely.

Happy.

- Pinky.

Listen, Suraj. Don't think

that Golde will have mercy on you.

Golde is a very

strict man. It's a fact.

It's a fact.

- It's a fact.

It's a fact.

- It's a fact.

It's a fact.

And in Golde's house,

you'll have to split the rent...

...and help in all the

household work with your hands only.

It's a fact.

- It's a fact.

It's a fact.

- It's a fact. - It's a fact.

Mrs. Golde, the fact is that

money is a bit of a problem.

Golde gives no lock

without its key.

I've secured your

admission in college...

...which gives you a

visa for 11 months.

As for the money, in half an

hour Samarth from Gurdaspur...

...will meet you at the taxi stand.

He has a taxi business.

So you're going to

become a taxi driver.

Taxi Driver?

- Yes!

There's big dollars

in the taxi business

All for PR.

PR?

"I need PR."

"Darling, I need PR."

"Darling, I need PR."

No, no. I'm okay.

You don't want PR?

Have you come to

play ludo in Australia?

Without Permanent Residency

there's no point in being here.

You meant PR?

There are two ways to get your PR.

One, there are agencies.

Give them money...

...and they'll give you a

work experience certificate.

Once you get it. Next

you'll attain your PR.

And the second?

The second way is to entice an

Australian girl and marry her.

Formula No.2.

Exactly! Which we

are not interested in.

That's a fact. Right, Brother

Golde? - You're absolutely right.

Put some more spice.

- I'm doing that.

Brother Golde, can I

tell you something?

Brother, this taxi

method is very long. - I see.

Why don't we use the second method?

Get an Australian girl

and save the taxi's fuel.

I can teach you some

tricks to get girls.

Don't act over smart with Golde.

It's a fact. We will

take the longer route.

The rest of you do your work.

Everyone gives big talks.

Teach me a couple of

tricks please. Golde's gone.

Come on.

Here keep this card.

Now I wanted to tell you, if

you fail this driving test...

...I'll make you wash dishes

in some Chinese restaurant...

...to get my money. Okay?

It's a fact. Get out of here.

Come. Come in.

And listen, this area,

Kings Street, is our own.

Beyond this everything

else here isn't safe for you.

And make sure you always

stay away from the police.

This is a fact you need to remember.

It's a fact. It's a fact.

- Yes, very good.

I got it. Now let's go.

- Come on.

Come on. - Now drop him off

to Samarth's. - Okay, sir.

All the best.

- Bye.

This man is a bit intimidating.

Mind it.

How did you get this

scratch on the cab?

What did I do? That Australian

customer started telling me...

"you Afghanis have come

here and corrupted our land."

Now you tell me. Do I look Afghani?

I am a pure bred Sikh.

But how did you get this scratch?

Well, I told him,

"Afghanis have done nothing."

"You guys went and

bombed their land."

He basically got angry

and then scratched my cab.

And you let him go?

Yes, I let him go.

Golde has sent you?

Yes.

You want to drive a taxi?

Yes.

Why?

Sir, ever since I was a

little kid I had only one dream...

...to grow up and

become a taxi driver.

What would you do if you

were in Jolly's position?

I'd beat up that Australian.

How dare he scratch the cab?

Romi Latti will tell you.

Where are you from?

- Don't you know Hindi?

I do know it.

Mother India.

- What?

From India, sir.

Brother...

- Welcome, Mr. Latti.

Hello.

- Hello! All is well? - yes.

Very good. Go fetch

his bags from the car.

I'll get it.

- I'll come with you.

No you wait here. I'll get it.

No scholarship,

what a luck by chance.

Suraj Bhardwaj from Mumbai.

You know him?

Yes, we met...

- I know him very well.

Romi Latti from Hoshiyaarpur.

Luck by chance

It's Gurdaspur.

- Yes.

Why did you guys reach so late?

Brother, at the airport some

idiot sat in Suhanis car...

...claiming to be me.

- Sir, I'll take your leave.

Suhani, why didn't you

tell me what happened?

That's what I'm telling you.

- Sir, I'll leave.

It slipped my mind.

That happens sometimes.

Brother, don't mind.

How the heck did it

slip out of your mind?

If I find him, I'll break his bones.

Relax, brother.

There's no need for that.

If I find him, I'll tell you.

But it was nothing serious.

Sir, I'll leave?

Why? Don't want to drive a cab?

No, I thought I failed the test.

Come and collect the

taxi tomorrow morning.

I'll get your license made.

Thank you, sir. Ma'am.

Romi Latti from Hoshiyaarpur.

It's Gurdaspur.

Uncle, you have

nothing to worry about.

I've got a good job here.

Thank God.

- I suggest you too come here.

What's in a policeman's job?

Everything is set for me.

Formula no.2... - Hi.

Move! What the heck?

And I'll hit the jackpot.

Once I get my Australian passport,

my life will be sorted. - Yes.

'Last week a student of

Indian origin was attacked... '

'... who lost his life.'

Jai, the news here is

constantly talking about...

...Australians

beating some Indian up.

I hope you're not

getting into any trouble there.

You need to stop watching TV.

They constantly exaggerate.

If it were upto them...

...women would kill

their daughters-in-law...

...and then the daughters-in-law

will be reborn to take revenge.

What are you doing?

Nobody move! Nobody do anything!

Stop it, I said.

Hello.

- Give me all your money.

I'll call you later.

Is this it? Is this all you've got?

- Please leave me.

Watch the door. Open this.

Please leave me.

Who's this? Who's this?

She's my wife. I'm married.

Please don't kill me.

She's Australian.

Please don't kill me.

Leave me please. Please.

Leave me please.

He sounded the alarm! Watch the

door! I told you not to do this!

I told you not to do anything!

Now you're going to regret it!

Please.

- Come here, you little crap.

What are you thinking?

You can get away with this?

Get out of here!

- Please leave me.

You Paki! You are nothing,

but a pain in the neck.

Oh, God!

Quick! Quick!

Marrying our women.

- Come on! What are you waiting for?

You know how we can

get rid of this pain?

Hey, man! Let's go out!

- If we don't get out.

Come on. Come on, quick.

We cut it off. We cut it off.

Hey, guys. Hey whoa!

I was just leaving and you can

do whatever you're doing there.

I don't want any trouble, guys.

Look who we have here.

Another Paki brother.

No we're not. Actually,

it's very complicated.

See no evil hear no evil, man.

Seriously. Honestly.

The cops are going to

be here. Russ, leave!

Avoid all trouble.

Avoid all trouble.

What are you doing? Just leave him.

- Oh, no!

Let's get out of here!

I'm a goner if the police

find me. I'm sorry. Very sorry.

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