Jab Harry met Sejal Page #5

groom's party must impress.

When we find the ring, I'm gone.

- Please stop, Sejal.

- Why?

I'll get used to this.

Where do you usually live?

I'm always on tour.

No spare time.

And if you have spare time?

I stay in the last

stop of the tour.

You rent an apartment?

I'm in tourism, Sejal.

I manage somehow.

You find someone?

No, you can't go on like this.

You should go home.

Why?

Because I say so. Any

problem with that?

Sejal, it's my personal business.

Don't interfere.

I will! What will you do?

You'll do as you please?

What are you looking at?

Sejal, can you give me a hug?

That's her. On the pole.

She's really worth it.

She's really worth it.

Naste, talk to Gas.

- Go!

- We're not with them.

- She'll walk you home.

- Come.

Gas is getting angry.

You're safe with us.

Are they dangerous?

Gas is waiting on phone.

- Talk!

- She doesn't want to.

Get away! Don't touch her.

Back off!

You're better than her.

You asked me how you rate.

Don't butt in.

Get it?

What did you say?

- Who are you?

- Shall I tell you?

The man who knows who you are.

So shut up and go.

No ID?

All illegal immigrants.

I could send you

packing from Europe.

Get it?

What are you staring at? Go!

Phone Gas. Seems dangerous.

- I am better than her?

- Cool it!

Better than her? Really?

This is my house.

Listen, Nastassja.

Last month you were

in Budapest...

where you picked up

a ring from a caf.

- It belongs to her.

- To her?

You took that ring, right?

- Yes.

- Thief!

How does the ring belong to her?

It does! You have to

return it to her, ok?

I don't have the ring.

You just said you had it.

When I got the ring, I

threw it back at his face.

At whose face?

Gas, the son of a $ #!

He sent his men.

Why throw the ring at him?

Because he's scum.

His name is Gas?

Don't wanna be his girl.

I say - take the ring,

break-up, finish.

Gas gave you this ring?

Yes, but I hate him.

That scumbag.

This Gas got the ring from

the caf and gave it to her.

And she lost it again?

- She threw it at his face.

- That was later.

Ask her where's the ring.

This Gas, does he have the ring?

He picked up the ring, came after

me saying please, please...

- So he has ring?

- Yes.

- Where is he? In Prague?

- No, between Sintra and Lisbon.

- In Portugal?

- Our tour didn't take us there.

Nastassja, tell me. Are you

are speaking the truth?

Why I lie? I hate him.

So you'll give me his

address, phone number...

I give it all.

Can I get a selfie with you?

Wait!

What does Gas do in Portugal?

Oh. He's a criminal.

"I do business, I have a

caf." No, he is criminal.

This one is not nice.

- Take it from there. Better light.

- Come this side.

That's better.

Thank you.

Are you nuts, Sejal?

Two days, no news.

Rupen has been trying.

Sister, no tension.

I'm too sexy!

Even Rupen's Dad wants me.

This is a new side to you!

- What are you up to?

- I'm honeymooning.

I'll be as boring as

you after marriage.

So why not enjoy

a honeymoon now?

Don't talk nonsense. Where's Harry?

Is he with you?

I'm honeymooning with him.

Crazy girl!

Sejal, come off it! Be sensible.

Is this desire or devotion?

I must win you, come what may.

Here we go.

Here we fly.

I desire you in our skies.

Desiring you as long

as you are near.

The skies whizzes by, the

ground whizzes by...

time whizzes by as I desire you.

Desiring you as long

as you are near.

The high life that

we are living.

Ecstatic, intoxicating,

flying, high.

As the sky whizzes passed us.

Don't over-think this

thing between us.

Don't try to figure it all out.

Just live in this moment.

Is this desire or devotion?

I must win you, come what may.

This longing overwhelms me.

Feelings are more

than mere words.

Harindar, Mr. Gas has arrived.

Wait, I'll go see him.

- Don't worry.

- He's a criminal.

- Hello. You look for me?

- No, no.

Gas.

Harry.

My name is Ghyasuddin

Mohammed Qureshi.

Europeans can't pronounce

it, nor can I.

What can I do for you?

We're looking for a ring.

A ring.

For you?

Actually you have it.

The ring you gave Nastassja.

Sorry. I know that's

your private business.

The ring is very

important to us.

It's in my Lisbon workshop.

So you have it?

Not sure how the

ring belongs to you.

But if it's yours, take it.

It's of no use to me.

I didn't offer you anything.

Tea? Masala tea?

Cutting chai?

Take care.

I'm fine.

He's a sweet guy.

We can collect the ring

from his address tomorrow.

We had Gas all wrong.

We'll find the ring tomorrow?

Seems like it.

I'm taking this with

me, my queen size bed.

The sailor leaves the

shores for distant lands...

for the riches and

spices of India...

many hundreds of years ago.

But his woman still

cries for him.

She wails at night: "I

am lost without you."

Come back to me.

Come back from India.

Come back to your love.

Hello India!

Namaste! Salaam!

Nehra here! Remember me?

Eternal is the Glory

of the Timeless Lord!

Nurmahal!

Kulwant Kaur, I miss you!

Who is she?

She used to live in Nurmahal.

- When you rode a tractor?

- Yes.

Took her into the fields?

Our love was true.

We met only twice and

then she got married.

One must miss someone, so I miss her.

Never told a soul.

How come?

People will misunderstand.

Kulwant Kaur...

they may think I miss a man.

Your name is better.

Sejal!

All well?

Sounds good.

Sejal!

I miss you!

Come back! We'll go

looking for another ring.

I have a gun.

Go easy!

- Have you lost your mind?

- Shut his mouth!

All this for a ring?

Why are you doing all this?

You said you'll

have me deported?

How will you do that exactly?

Over here. She's here.

I gave a ring to my girl.

She returned it to me.

So how does the

ring belong to you?

Put the gun away.

You'd kill me for a ring?

Put it away!

What's special about this ring?

I don't get it.

Talk straight.

Who told you about me?

What do you want? Who are you?

I'll tell you.

What?

Ghyasuddin Mohammed Qureshi.

That's my name!

Who are you?

That's the name we

have in our records.

Records?

What records?

Illegal immigration.

Get it?

When someone sneaks into

Europe without papers...

then hides like a mouse.

Like this.

Your papers legit?

Legal or illegal?

Show me your ID card.

I'll explain.

- I have to go to the toilet.

- Come here.

- He's making a fool of you.

- Enough!

Is this your idea

of a kidnapping?

You left my phone in my pocket.

It's on.

My department is tracking me.

They won't be long.

What is it?

I thought my department arrived.

Why are you going?

Listen to me!

I've had enough of you.

Got a gun license?

Not even that.

Let go!

What are you doing?

What can I possibly do? This

is the story of my life.

Floods in my country washed

away all my possessions.

I am totally ruined.

O Mother!

- Untie us!

- Stop staring. Untie them!

You OK?

Sejal, now's not the

time, let's go.

Get some water!

Nothing's wrong. I am fine.

Here's the water.

O Mother!

Take your time.

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