Fukrey Returns Page #7

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Pandit, it's you.

Male to female?

Male, female...

Can't go into detail.

Just take me to madam.

Come, come.

Bholi, sometimes you live up to your name.

I can't believe you could be so naive.

I mean, maybe you didn't notice...

I'm in a bad mood, Pandit.

- Don't talk in riddles.

- Okay.

Do you know who runs

the lottery business in Delhi?

Tidda, of course.

And who is Tidda's father?

Tidda's father?

Wasn't his mother a prostitute?

I'm not sure...

May I give you some

personal advice?

Stay away from Choocha at any cost.

Not good for health.

He's a virus.

I can see his influence here.

By father, I mean his boss.

And Tidda's boss is Babulal Bhatia.

He owns all the lottery dens

on the Delhi border.

Nonsense, I know Babulal Bhatia

inside out.

- I know all his businesses.

- Ah.

No wonder he fooled you.

He changed the lottery number as soon as

he heard about the Dream Factory.

This is the truth, I guarantee it.

Pandit, if this is some trick...

No, no, Miss Bholi...

Look at me.

Do I look like I can afford

to play tricks on you?

God bless Noor Bano

who gave me her burqa

along with this news.

- Noor Bano?

- Yes.

- From the red light area?

- Yes.

She was once Babulal's masseuse,

but she now runs a brothel.

Look, Bholi.

Babulal rigging the lottery makes sense.

But then he took the boys

from right under your nose.

Wonder why.

Did he find out about the treasure?

Pandit, go to them immediately

and tell the captain about

the minister's deceit.

And remind them that no matter what...

No matter what.

Babulal Bhatia should not

find out about the treasure.

I'll take care of the rest.

Not me, madam, people are

baying for my blood.

How can I go there?

I'll tell you how.

"Come on, rap with me."

"The whole floor will tap with me."

"You know, everyone calls me Pandit."

"Spinning the tail as good as ghee."

850 rupees for the curry.

2300 rupees for Butter chicken.

- Bro, let's go out.

- Shut up.

Don't even think about it.

We'll only go out once we are free.

But take a look at it.

There's a wedding reception.

Some actresses have also come.

Please, dude, just once...

"You're my best friend, after all."

No, no.

"You're my best friend, after all."

- Hello, room service?

- No, sir, this is the reception.

Oh. May I ask why you haven't

invited us to the reception?

Sir, this is the reception desk.

- The wedding reception is on the lawns.

- Oh no...

Two receptions in the same hotel.

No wonder I got confused.

Sorry, sir.

It's okay.

Do you have binacalculators?

What, sir?

Binacalculators.

No, sir, we don't have that.

Virus.

What's wrong with the guy in 04?

Oil, slippers...

What's binacalculators now?

Binoculars.

- Sorry, sir?

- Nothing.

Is 05 vacant?

"Loafers, wastrels!"

"Loafers, wastrels!"

"Loafers, wastrels!"

"Loafers, wastrels!"

CBI. It's the CBI, bro.

It's a CBI raid. Run.

"Loafers, wastrels!"

Pandit, is that you?

Yes, it's me.

May I come in?

"Loafers, wastrels!"

So Bholi hasn't told Babulal

about the treasure.

She hasn't.

One minute.

I hope you guys didn't tell him, either.

Then what does he want?

I can't believe it...

What?

Elections.

Babulal doesn't care about

our freedom or social service.

He just wants to become a

messiah for the people of Delhi

and win the upcoming elections.

And maybe, become the chief minister.

Not maybe, Zafar, you are

absolutely correct.

One moment, he'll set you free,

but the next, he'll drag you back.

He's a rascal.

My father often says, "Son",

a man's strength lies in his backbone.

And if the backbone

becomes weak or breaks,

"then there is no difference

between a live man and a corpse."

- Pandit.

- Yes?

Dial Bholi's number, please.

It's ringing.

- Bholi? This is Hunny speaking.

- Tell me.

I'll tell you. Grab a pen and paper.

We are reporting from

Babulal Bhatia's press conference

where people are arriving in droves.

A massive crowd has now gathered.

In a time where the country

is plagued by corruption,

there is still a generous politician

like Babulal Bhatia

who is returning the people's

lost money from his pocket.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Please sit, boys.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

I, your humble servant,

Babulal Bhatia,

welcome everybody assembled here

wholeheartedly.

Tell me, madam.

What can I help you with?

Babulal Bhatia.

That's right.

It's a simple matter.

Naxalites,

mafia leaders,

or even terrorists.

All of them get a chance to reform.

They get a chance to

lay down their weapons.

These are still just four

lost young men.

They are the future of the nation.

That is why, I believe

that even they should get

another chance.

Without wasting much time

I ask the guilty young men

to apologize to you.

Praise the Lord.

Come on. Go ahead.

People Progress Party

We are both ashamed

and happy at our actions.

Ashamed, because we caused

a lot of trouble for all of you.

And happy

because we got to know a great man

like Babulal Bhatia

in just one night.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

The only reason

we stand before you today is him.

He not only reminded us of our power

but also opened our eyes

to the idea of give-and-take.

And he taught us...

And Hunny opened my eyes.

That is why we want to apologize

for one more thing.

Choocha...

You see, we drove Hunny's

odd-numbered car

on a day designated for

even numbers only.

So I request Mr. Bhatia

to add a fine of 2000 to

the amount of 100 million.

Thank you, love you all.

Sure, sure.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Long live Babulal Bhatia.

Welcome

Here you go, Son.

I have fulfilled my promise.

Don't forget your promise.

Sir, we will always remember

what you have done with us.

And we hope

you won't forget us either.

Goodbye.

- Sir, this side.

- Please, sir...

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Mr. Bhatia, this way.

- One more shot, sir.

- This side...

Sir, excuse me, sir.

Sir, just one more question.

- Hello?

- Hello, yes?

- What, a police raid?

- Hello?

- Where? Are you sure?

- Really?

- I'll reach there.

- Okay, okay.

"They are the Rambos of their street."

"It doesn't matter

what people say to them."

The police have raided

Tidda's den, sir.

In fact, they've raided all

the lottery dens.

"Let them be."

"Let them soak themselves

in the surroundings."

"Come on, check them out."

"They're slackers."

"They're slackers."

Go inside.

The media may have cleared you

but you'll end up in jail some day.

Leave us alone

and forget Priya.

"I'm lost on the path"

"that leads to finding myself."

"I'm lost in my own distress"

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