Happy Bhag Jayegi Page #4

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Seen her?

She was with me in the kitchen a while ago.

This house was madam's abode.

Where else will she be seen?

In Amritsar?

Didn't you see her? - Huh...you can go.

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

What are you angry with me for Shaista?

Even the servants of this house can see you, but not me...

Oh sorry... I didn't know you were here.

Oh, you're crying.

I'll be downstairs.

It's okay...this is your home.

Isn't there anyone in your family...

...who could help you speak with Guddu?

I am thinking about father.

Finally!

I am sorry.

Isn't it too late to think about your father now?

I should've been like you.

For you, your father comes first.

This time I made a really big mess.

I guess you can deport me.

And don't worry... I won't go to the media.

It's a question of faith now.

Happy...

Let Guddu come, then I'll get you two deported together.

I see.

And your father? - I'll think about father later.

I've called 100 times and told about a 100 lies.

But he didn't give the phone to Guddu even once.

What is this Bagga? - He's a big rascal.

He trapped father... with his cunning words.

He used to say I'll become an MLA in two years.

Tell me something about Guddu. What does he do? - Nothing.

There must be something. Some hobby, habit.

I am his hobby and habit.

I am serious Happy. - Me too...he does nothing.

If he did, wouldn't father let me marry him instead!

He used to strum his six-string?

What?

Six-string!

He even dropped out of college to pursue music.

What happened?

Music's got magic, Happy.

And I'll use this magic to bring Guddu here.

Bring him? What are you going to do?

Same thing that Christopher Columbus did.

What?

Search!

Father's leaving for China day after tomorrow.

I'll personally go to Amritsar and find Guddu.

Get these two married before he returns and send them back.

Will you really go to Amritsar?

I'll draw a map of Amritsar for you.

I'll get it from Google.

You just note down all of Guddu's whereabouts for me.

I want to make a plan. - Okay.

Because Christopher Columbus won't go alone.

Who will go with you?

Ibn-e-Batuta.

Mr. Junior... you can take my head.

I'll ask for that later Afridi, it's not necessary right now.

Please don't give me such cruel orders of accompanying you to India.

I've already told you that I won't go to that country...

I won't go... - And yes, there's another thing.

What was it? - Yes, I won't go...

You will definitely go.

You don't understand, Mr. Junior.

Under no circumstance can I even taste Indian salt.

You're so stupid, Afridi. - What?

You, me and almost entire Pakistan's been eating Indian salt for decades.

Huh!

We've been importing salt from India.

What do you have to say about that?

Oh, that way?

How long has this been going on?

Oh my, Allah save you from evil eye.

You must always dress like this.

You look amazing!

Yes...and father will strip these clothes off, along with my skin.

I must always dress like this.

I know I am troubling you.

But I don't have a choice.

Stuffed bread...he loves them.

My cooking I mean.

Yeah...that's it.

Yeah...

Come on, Afridi. Come on.

Come on, boy...you can do it.

Take a step forward...

If he doesn't get off just push him down.

Who said that? - I did.

Afridi, just let it be.

Just come on, you can do it Afridi.

One...

Allah forgive me. - Two...

Allah-hu-Akbar. - three

This is the Punjab that's given birth...

...to cricketers like Kapil Dev and Yuvraaj.

I wish Kapil Dev and Yuvraaj were in Pakistan.

Why don't you leave Pakistan out sometimes?

You did make me leave it.

Curses.

Okay...go ask them Guddu's address.

Who? - Them?

In what language? - They are not Chinese.

They understand Urdu. Go!

Excuse me.

I said excuse me.

Does Guddu stay in this domicile?

Who are you to ask?

Did you hear?

You're too much, Afridi.

Mister, can you tell me where I can find Guddu?

Who the hell are you two?

Rehan Lahori.

And my manager, Hairat Gul.

Looks like they have captured a nursery school.

I need to take this call, please keep your mouth shut till I'm back.

Hello?

Yes Zoya...

When will Mr. Bagga come? - Shut up.

Fell asleep accidentally.

You know your brother doesn't sleep during the day.

So you were getting some Kayloola?

Your father is a Kayloola! - No no you misunderstand.

In Urdu, Kayloola means taking a nap in the day.

Who is he? Where did you find him?

Boss, they're from a music company.

Bajao Music Company... Lahore?

You are from Pakistan?

Tell me something Kayloola...

What do you call music in Urdu?

'Mausiqi'. - Son of a...

How dare you abuse me?

You're misunderstanding again.

I am not abusing you.

You asked what music's called in Urdu.

So...in Urdu it's called 'Mausiqi'.

Say it... 'Mausiqi'.

'Mausikee'.

Not Ki...Qi, Mausiqi.

Has a dot above 'Qi'.

Now what the hell is that?

Boss... Apply a dot...

He's asking to apply the dot...Like on the forehead

You idiot am I a girl to be doing that?

Who is he?

Forget him, he's just the manager.

Just the manager.

You said he owns a music company.

Of course, I own a music company.

Sorry, I was busy on a phone call.

Are you Bagga?

Daman Singh Bagga! What do you want?

I've business with Guddu, not Bagga.

Where's Guddu?

No one's got any business with Guddu in India.

What business do you Pakistanis have with him?

What business?

Well...have you ever heard Guddu's voice?

Why?

He's...amazing, bro.

We'll make him sing... in Lahore.

Where did you hear Guddu's voice?

Bro...Youtube. - Youtube

So much talented

No wonder Happy fell for him.

Who's Happy?

The one your brother was supposed to marry.

My brother? But I am the only son to my parents.

The cards were distributed.

And on the wedding night... - What happened?

She ran away. - With whom?

She was supposed to run away with that bloody Guddu.

But who knows which idiot she ran away with.

Here's your Justin Bieber...

Guddu, my bro.

Guddu! Guddu! Guddu!

Come...I want to take you to your dreamland.

O music shop...

Give him whatever you want to right here.

Guddu won't go anywhere alone.

Wo...wow, Bagga Sir.

This is amazing.

We'll have to tell him whatever it is, in front of you.

Guddu won't go anywhere.

So how are we going to tell him?

Who are you? What do you want?

They want to make you sing...that too in Lahore.

Look, I am not going anywhere to sing.

There you go Kayloola...it's decided. Dimpy, throw them out

No no no...Stop that nonsense Bagga.

Sorry... Look...

I came all the way from Lahore to Amritsar for your benefit.

And you want to throw me out?

Benefit? What benefit?

He'll go there...sing for us... - Yeah.

I'll make a living... and you'll get your wedding.

Yeah.

You were saying that some Happy...ran away.

And you doubt him.

Now when he will no longer be here...

...then whose arms will Happy fall in?

Bagga's!

How's your brother's plan?

Take him, take him...

So it's decided... prepare to leave.

My manager Hairat Gul will make all the arrangements.

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