Happy Bhag Jayegi Page #7

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Of course.

Actually...even I have a talented nephew, he's from Peshawar.

But he can't do speech and rallies.

Unfortunately...he stammers.

I'll introduce him to Bilal someday.

By the way, where is Bilal?

Must be doing some kind of public service.

I did meet Bilal the other day at home. - I see.

And with him was that... - Sugar?

Sugar, Mr. Senior?

What's wrong with you, Fakhru?

You know I am diabetic. I have stopped taking sugar since a long time.

Pardon my insolence, Mr. Senior.

I was asking Zia sir. - So ask him.

Sugar?

One spoon. Thanks. - Yes.

So what were you saying? - I was saying...

Only one spoon? - Yes, yes only one spoon.

Yes.

Zia sir, what were you saying?

I was saying, when he came home...

...there was a girl with him, she was from Karachi...

What the hell man!

Be careful...be careful, Zia sir.

I held it properly, I wonder what happened.

Stop staring at him...give him a tissue. - Yes, yes, yes...

Here you go.

And go call Rifat. - Of course.

I'm done here...

Yes, so Zia sir what were you saying?

When you met Bilal? - Yes, I was saying...

Greetings, sir. Greetings, Zia sir...you called?

Yes, I did.

Stand quietly. We're talking.

Yes, Zia sir. - Yes...

So, your niece... - W-w-why are you scolding me?

I've been working for you for all these years...

...and you didn't fulfill your promise either.

What nonsense? What promise?

Your promise to gift a necklace to Huriya.

Huriya? - My niece, Huriya.

I've selected the design as well.

If you won't do it, then who else will?

She's a poor kid, Zia sir.

If only madam had been alive, then...

Fine-fine... you'll get the necklace.

Now go... Leave!

Yes, Zia sir what were you saying?

I was saying that your mute niece from...

You'll get the necklace for me? - Yes, I will-I will-I will.

Now go from here.

Rifat! Rifat! Rifat!

How can someone shoulder so much burden at this age, Zia sir?

Yes.

These days Rifat often faints. - I see.

Should I call the doctor? - Yes yes call the doctor.

Yes.

And sprinkle some water on her.

Javed sir. - Yes.

Let's schedule the meeting for tomorrow? - Yes...yes...

We'll keep it for tomorrow. - Great.

See you.

Fakhru, go get some water.

Sprinkle water on her.

Javed sir. - Yes.

Give Happy my love. - Happy?

Happy who?

We tried our best, Junior... but Zia sir told him everything.

Everything!

He came here with the intentions of saying it.

And not just the fake mute girl...

...he even spoke about a stammering nephew.

I even spilled tea on him but it didn't work.

Didn't work.

You called?

What do you know about Happy? - Happy.

Same thing which the world does. - What?

Well 'Happy' is a state of mind...

...that gives emotional happiness.

I am not talking about 'state of mind'.

I am talking about the girl...

...whom you introduced to Mr. Zia as your mute cousin last week...

Last week? - Yes.

Was it at his home? - Of course.

Yeah...

Although it was just Zoya and me...

...but according to uncle Zia there were two more people there.

Meaning? - I mean uncle Zia kept saying that...

...his nephew from Peshawar was also there, who stammers.

And your niece from Karachi, who is mute.

And...if I remember correctly he kept saying...

"The nephew spilled tea... then he said no."

"No, I spilled it...then he said it just tipped over."

Something like that.

Oh my, God.

What's wrong, father? - Even today...

Did he see his nephew and niece here as well?

Schizophrenia?

He's crazy?

Does...Zoya know?

Poor thing... since her childhood days...

...she's been hearing of another mother who's from Rawalpindi, and is deaf.

Why didn't you tell me?

How could I tell you, father?

We're childhood friends, you even fixed our marriage.

And...I know that's for the best interest of the country.

And you've always said that no one's above our country.

So for the sake of my country... I stayed quiet...

Unbelievable, son.

Look at what you have turned into.

I'm so proud of you.

So proud of you.

Father, I've thought of an idea for your campaign.

Yes...tell me, son.

Why don't we get 100 couples married altogether?

You know...poor boys and girls, in one grand event.

And along with this announcement, Zoya and I will announce our wedding date too.

You know, to the media, to the public.

It will benefit your campaign...

...and 100 couples will do the job...5 days later.

Amazing.

I can see the future Prime Minister of this country in you.

And I am sure...you will change the history of Pakistan!

...of Pakistan, I know Dad!

But how will we arrange it in 5 days?

We'll manage it, father.

It must happen in 5 days.

How many times more will I have to lie?

Amazing, Mr. Junior.

Finally you've become an A-grade politician.

With a single blow you knocked out Zia sir...

...and made things easier for Happy and Guddu too.

Let's hope we wrap up everything before Bagga arrives.

Allah has made a strange relation between you and this girl?

A boy that never stood up in front of Mr. Senior for his own desires...

...is doing everything possible for this stranger...

Yeah, Zo!

What?

When? How?

Relax, Zo.

Just relax. Just get a hold of yourself. I am coming right now.

Sir...

Happy's missing. - Missing, again?

Rasheed Lala speaking.

Your parcel has been picked up

Day after tomorrow?

Okay.

My man will pick you up from the bus depot.

Boss, do something.

Irfan and Moin are in a bad state.

Do you want to give Rasheed Lala a bad name?

You can't handle a girl?

Come on.

Boss, I am quitting this job.

Get inside.

Water... brother, water.

Open her mouth, I want to talk to her.

Me? - Yes, you.

Listen, girl... - You want me to listen? Me?

You listen...

Just set me free and I will mop the floor with you and your sycophants...

...or my name isn't Happy.

Bloody oafs, how dare you abduct me? How dare you!

You guys have no idea what you've done.

And you, rotten apple... you're their leader, right?

Go and round up some more boys.

Once I free myself, you won't be able to save yourselves.

What are you staring at? - Shut her up. Shut her up.

I won't spare anyone.

What do we do, boss? - Dance!

Bloody donkey!

Don't open her mouth at any cost.

Understand.

Give her whatever she wants through a hole in her gag.

Call up Jalal and tell him to send more boys.

8-10-12... any number of boys available.

Don't take that gag out!

I don't understand what you're saying.

Afridi, I am telling you...

Afridi, I am telling you she was sitting on the left.

She was sitting on the left, and disappeared.

No, when I got down...

Look... - How can you disappear? - Not me.

Bagga. Bagga.

This is Bagga's doing.

But...the address?

How difficult can it be, Afridi?

Maybe someone was following you from the bus depot.

Waiting for him to get here...

But...what do we do now?

Bagga's abducted her. - Hmmm.

Then he must be coming here too.

There's just one way to get here.

Make arrangements, Afridi.

If he sets foot in the bus depot...

...he's immediately picked up by the patrolling car.

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