Jolly LLB 2 Page #2

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I have a case for you.

I'm not playing anymore.

This isn't right, jolly,

you were winning.

Should I be a loser like you?

Will you take up the case?

Who's the client? He is.

Him? Where did you find him?

Looks like I'll have

to pay him instead.

He's already paid in advance.

But if you don't win,

you'll have to return the fee.

A real lawyer never

returns the fee.

What is the case?

It's interesting.

Who is the judge?

Harbhajan Singh.

- Come on..

- Let's go.

Come, Mr. sitaram.

'Please maintain silence.

A session is on.'

- yes, please begin.

- Please.

Your honour,

15 years ago my client's relatives..

Is this your first

time in court?

Stand up!

Don't you have any manners?

Oh, yes, your honour.

Sorry!

Your honour, 15 years ago

my client's relatives

for the greed of money

faked his death certificate

and usurped his entire property.

For the last 15 years, he's been

trying to prove that he's alive.

How strange!

According to my papers your client

has been dead for 15 years.

Look,

here's the death certificate

and the letter from

the village council.

And a report from

the local counsellor.

That's all paper, your honour.

The dead body is standing in front of you alive.

- So what?

You must get me some

kind of legal document

with his name written on it.

The court believes

in documented facts.

Bring it in writing and I will

believe that he's shah rukh Khan.

Please don't do this.

Please order an investigation.

We'll be grateful.

Your request is denied.

Your honour, I beg you,

please listen to me.

You see I finally have a case.

I've even taken an advance,

I can't return the fee. Please.

- You don't have any court manners.

- You don't have any court manners.

I'll learn everything.

Please, just listen.

This lawyer will bless you.

I swear by god, you look just

like manmohan Singh in this turban.

Don't you understand?

I'll charge you with contempt of

court and you'll be rotting in jail.

Your honour, please have

mercy on this helpless soul.

I've been doing rounds of

the court for the last 15 years

and now I'm completely ruined!

Poor guy's wailing!

He's completely shattered.

Please show him some mercy.

Tell your client to stop this

charade, it's not going to work.

Take him away!

I'll go, but not

without giving you a gift!

Sitaram! No! How dare you

throw a shoe at a judge!

No..

It's what you deserve, you dog!

Lock him up! Court is adjourned!

Now there's an fir

against sitaram.

That poor guy's going

to rot in jail now.

And we'll have to

return the money as well.

Oh, jolly - bravo, sir!

In 15 minutes you achieved

what others couldn't in 15 years.

A police fir, but at least my

name's on a legal document now.

A police fir, but at least my

name's on a legal document now.

Now show that copy of the

fir to the administrator, sir.

Yes. - Along with the cutting

of the news report

which will get published

in tomorrow's newspaper.

- Late sitaram is alive.

- Yes.

Let's go.

Take care, sitaram! Yes.

You're so crafty.

But how long will you waste

away at rizvi's place?

Just a few more days.

Once I have my own chamber,

I'll quit.

Where to?

To make kebabs at Mr. rizvi's home.

Coming along?

No, you're the multi-talented one.

Pushpa!

Pushpa..

- Pushpa, my sweetheart!

- Pushpa, my sweetheart!

Open the door, pushpa!

Oh, no. Not again.

Open the door, pushpa!

What was the fight

about this time, jolly?

It's nothing, ma'am. It's her

younger brother's wedding.

She wanted a Gucci dress.

I said no and she

started world war 3.

Pushpa!

Munna! Get up and get the ladder.

Jolly and pushpa fought again. Go on.

Come on, mom.

Help your neighbour. Go.

Jolly, why don't

you shift someplace else?

At least I won't

have to stay up at nights.

You're making my life hell.

Why don't you shift someplace else?

You think I can't come in

if you don't open the door?

Pushpa pandey, ma sanskrit.

I'm talking to you, stop pretending.

I know you're awake.

Even wars have

cease fires at night.

Get up, we can get back to

being at loggerheads in the morning.

Mr. rizvi threw a party.

I snuck a bottle for you.

Don't say that I didn't offer you.

Hail the lord.

Don't think this changes anything.

This is only because you

spoke about a cease fire.

This is only because you

spoke about a cease fire.

You didn't get me

the Gucci dress.

Now you're pretending to love me?

What do you mean by 'pretending'?

Don't I love you?

Be honest, don't I love you?

Show me one husband in lucknow

who makes a drink for his wife.

I'll concede.

If anyone finds out about this

we'll be ostracized.

And if I ostracise you, imagine

what you won't be getting.

There's no reason

to be so hot-headed.

All I need is a lawyer's chamber.

And then I'll buy

the entire Gucci store for you.

Just make do till then.

You make do with yourself till then.

And what will you tell Mr. rizvi

once you get your own chamber?

He doesn't consider me a lawyer.

Always treated me like

his secretary's son.

After all,

he's a blue blood of lucknow.

He assumes I'll be his secretary

for the next 30 years

like my father.

But once.

I have my own chamber..

I'll show him what

a secretary's son can do.

Just wait and watch, pushpa

the city of lucknow

will be talking about me.

Clients will queue up outside

my office.

I'll win many cases

and the world will say, 'there goes'

'jagdish mishra and his wife pushpa

pandey in their rolls royce.'

pushpa..

Mama, I have to pee.

Mom's out cold.

I'll take you.

Let me unzip your pant.

Go on.

- Aim for the plant.

- Aim for the plant.

Here you go, Mr. dubey.

Now quickly allot me a chamber.

Only after you pay in full.

There's only rs. 2 lakh left.

I'll pay up.

Give me the allotment letter

and I'll pay the rest.

Don't you believe me?

I told you

chambers are

only for senior lawyers.

And you're Mr. rizvi's

15th assistant.

You're just an amateur now.

Why else would I pay 1.2 million for

a chamber that costs only 8 lakh?

But don't underestimate me.

I have fought cases independently.

I have a visiting card

and an assistant.

Him?

Birbal?

Two days ago, he was selling tickets

illegally outside the movie hall.

How much do you make?

That's my personal matter.

Why do you care?

Did I ever ask you how much you

earn by selling betel leaves?

- Yadav!

- Yes, sir.

These are 20 betel leaves.

Yes, sir.

Don't give them to anyone for free.

Yes, sir.

Listen, mister.. Just a minute.

We are in a precarious situation.

Some unemployed lawyer, like you

has filed a petition in the high

court against chamber allotment.

The hearing is after

the holi festival.

If he wins,

you will lose your one million.

That's why my advice is

get me rs. 2 lakh by tomorrow

and take your letter.

But, Mr. dubey, how can we arrange

for so much money by tomorrow?

We need some time.

You're a lawyer. Figure it out.

Haven't you heard?

A politician without his seat,

a superstar without a hit

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