Jab Harry met Sejal Page #2

You don't know where it is.

Maybe it's under the sofa...

or in Vienna,

Prague, or Budapest.

That's profit for you! You'll

be earning a daily rate.

And for what?

Travelling, looking for my

ring, and making some calls.

A few hours and it's done.

Then it's your time.

No tension, only relaxation.

A paid holiday!

Actually I don't understand

what's your problem.

You're panicking.

She's a girl.

If another girl complains,

know what the boss will do?

The boss is under pressure.

He's had 25 calls already.

Her family is in the diamond

business in Mumbai.

They say their daughter is all alone.

They trust Harry...

to look after her.

Is Harry the only one they know?

Do they know the

kind of guy he is?

Did I ask her to cling to me?

This is crazy! This is a first.

A girl chasing you

and you're upset?

What's so funny?

If I quit, you can manage

YourEuro Travels with your boss.

The idiot won't stop calling.

Blast!

I've been trying you.

Line's engaged.

Hello! Bad signal...

Talk to the girl.

Confide in her.

Are you crazy? You mean

tell her everything?

Nehra isn't here.

I'll look for Harry.

You asked me...

Well?

"What's your problem?" I

mean what's my problem.

Can I talk?

More excuses? God! How much now?

I shouldn't tell you, but

you keep calling my boss.

I have no choice I'll have to...

confide in you.

What's wrong? Come in.

Close the door.

I have a bad character.

Do you understand?

Character, ma'am!

Girls are not safe with me.

- Meaning?

- Meaning! I'm a sleaze.

I'm cheap! A womanizer.

I've been caught

flirting with clients.

Bad! I know it.

That's my problem.

Are you scaring me?

No! I'm the one who is scared.

The client makes excuses and runs off.

And who gets caught?

Who pays?

I've been fired four times.

Not because I'm bad at my job.

I'm A-One.

I should own a travel

agency by now.

But I'm still a tour guide.

This is the reason why.

- What reason?

- I have a weakness for girls.

Moved cities.

Gone underground many times.

What happens with these girls?

Who knows! It's a

bloody mystery.

I know what I am doing.

I tell myself...

"Stop, you'll get in trouble."

"All hell will break

loose" But I don't stop.

I cross the line. Then it's the

same old story, the arguments...

I test myself.

I keep trying to control myself.

But I fail every single time.

Don't want to risk it again.

Don't want to go there. I

don't want to work for you.

If another client complains,

forget being sacked...

I'll be deported from Europe.

Out!

So you're saying if we travelled

together, we'd have sex?

That's crazy! Did I say that?

I didn't say any such thing.

I'm saying Mayank is a very

experienced tour guide.

- Who?

- Mayank.

He's marrying his sweetheart.

He's safe!

He'll be with you and

I'll be in touch.

So he's safe and I'll touch.

Ladies? That's your problem?

Any other problems?

No, only one.

Tea, coffee?

A cold drink, a juice?

Take a seat.

Indemnity bond.

It states that I asked you of my

own free will to travel with me.

In the duration of which...

if there is any physical

interaction between us...

amounting to or not amounting

to full copulation...

I shall not take any legal

action against you.

You're absolved of

all legal charges.

I'm a lawyer. I handle my

family's legal matters.

Terrific!

So I'll show this

paper to the judge?

"My lord! Ms Sejal's charges against

me are baseless and irrelevant.

"This hotel letterhead

memo clearly..."

Are you serious?

Forget the courts...

gossip in the tour circuit

is enough to ruin me.

They all know my problem.

Ok. It's your problem. I

don't have this problem.

You have bad traits.

I don't.

I'm neat and clean.

Can't control yourself? I can.

Anytime, anywhere, anyone.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

High hopes, eh?

Goodnight.

She's a fool.

Bet she knows nothing about sex.

Even if she's about to marry.

What do couples do?

More like brothers and sisters.

Cool.

Get the Frankfurt booking done.

Ask the boss to put pressure on

her father and call her back.

Stubborn girl.

They'll nag me forever.

"You lost the engagement ring.

Mummy's ring."

They won't let me forget.

That's why I left the flight.

It's just one day. We'll

find the ring tomorrow.

Sister, find a cure for your insomnia.

Now go to sleep.

Yes, I'm fine.

Goodnight. JSK...

You cheat. Rascal,

that's what you are.

Nice girl, eh?

Last night?

Got the job done?

You must have. That's your style.

Well?

Done it with your boyfriend?

No? You two are not the type.

Why aren't we the type?

We're looking for a ring.

No point getting personal.

Let's get personal. Why

wouldn't we have done it?

I want to know.

Because he left you alone here.

That's no good.

You left that girl too.

Not the same relationship.

Does your man feel for

you like I feel for her?

Do I care if someone

lives or dies?

I'm getting a coffee.

You, ma'am?

So you'll teach me how

to treat loved ones?

Perfect counsel.

You coming?

You think the ring would

still be here after a month?

Why am I looking then?

If I told you...

you won't like it.

It must be here. See?

The ring is on my finger.

I'm wearing a floral top.

That's the last place we visited.

Rijksmuseum.

How it is possible? The ring

was on my finger in the photo.

Do you have a photo

of it slipping off?

Very funny!

The ring could've fallen here.

Or in Budapest or Prague...

- any place on the tour.

- That's just it.

Ma'am, forget the ring.

Everyone has been informed.

If they don't find

it, buy another one.

You're in the diamond business.

Get a better ring.

Forget this one.

Do you understand emotions?

Emotions?

Should've taken another booking.

What shall I do, sister? If I

don't find it, do I forget it?

Calm Papa down.

Tell him Harry is with me.

Papa knows he's helpful.

I'll do some shopping in Prague.

What a coincidence!

Are you following me?

Why would I?

Wow!

- You can't stay here.

- Why not?

- Because I say so. Come.

- Don't bully me.

You're not my guide here. We're

not looking for the ring.

Go. She's waiting.

Smart! This place isn't for you.

I think it is.

No, it isn't.

How do you know the true me?

I see.

You're something else!

I was...

So you're hitting on me?

No.

Why not? Aren't I sexy?

- No.

- No?

Not even a little?

And now?

You're very cute.

You're very sweet.

I can see that. But sexy

moves don't suit you.

You're not the kind of

girl that guys hits on.

You're like a Chinese vase.

Beautiful, pure, delicate.

Lovely to look at.

Meaning, I'm boring?

Boring. Not hot?

That's not what I'm saying.

I said you're

beautiful and pure...

and sweet, nice, sister-type.

Sisters can be beautiful too.

So I'm cold, not hot?

What's with you girls?

Pay you a compliment...

and you find a way of

turning it into an insult.

- It is an insult.

- Are you nuts?

An insult? Saying guys

won't hit on you?

- Insulting my body.

- How?

Here I am flirting and you say:

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