Kaminey Page #2

It's taken us 15

years to clear our name.

Today is your interview.

Live on television.

Just relax and...

Iet me handle this.

Trust me on this one.

Look at that...

your blood sugar level

is down to 110.

We'll slice the boy and

serve him for dessert.

- Hail Maharashtra!

It's not my fault

that he is my brother!

The fault is that you lied to me.

Why?

Don't you trust me?

Have some water.

Add some poison as well.

Then you will die.

At least I'll be out of your way.

That's the point!

I'm as good as dead without you!

Then we will float

around as ghosts!

And your brother can't stop

ghosts from getting married.

There's a slight problem though.

Can ghosts have kids?

Idiot!

So... when do we take the plunge?

Today...

now...

Hello... hello...

Can you hear me?

Yes, go ahead.

Yes, it's fixed.

Eight o'clock? Hold on...

Is eight o'clock fine?

- For what? - Our wedding...

- Eii... eight... - Yeah...

eight o'clock.

Today?

Nope... in 2014!

Yes... eight o'clock sounds good.

When days are dogs...

Life's a b*tch!

Once there was some

integrity in this business...

but not anymore!

And now, my mind is

occupied with just one name...

Franfif!

- I found Franfif...

Awesome!

He is staying right here.

Room 716.

- He fixing a race right now!

Alright, I'll inform

big bro. Leave right now.

And when I say leave,

you better leave.

- Let's go.

- Come on...

- We leave this way.

But destiny lies that way.

Mr Narang?

Hey... hi...

how are you doing today?

You know actually, we've

just forgotten the keys inside.

Do you have a master key on you?

Sir...

Please don't kill me.

I've got two little kids and...

I love my wife, Lobo Sir...

Lele Sir... please don't kill me.

- From today I'm Tashi's pet...

- Where are you?

- Where do you think?

Got the guitar?

Come over to the

Madh lsland bungalow.

Cool!

Afghanibhai, is Tashi around?

- Why?

The airline guys are

offering a deal.

Hold on...

Tashi...

- the flight purser at the

hotel has something to say.

Go on...

Tashi, he wants to say that...

he is now your pet dog.

But I like b*tches!

I have far too many dogs.

Shoo away... shoo...

What the hell!!

- Where are the Africans?

- In Goa.

Call them.

Tell them the guitar

has been arranged for.

Tell them to get

my twins by tonight.

They will pick you up for

the racecourse tomorrow.

The Bengalis are sniffing

you down like rabid dogs.

Anything you need, will

be delivered to your room.

Don't move out!

- Sure.

But I'll need a wakeup call.

I'll be fast sleep,

counting horses instead of sheep.

How the times have changed...

- You got your gun on you? - Yes.

Go back and give it to him.

- Okay.

Why take a chance?

- Meet me in the parking lot.

- Okay.

I want my money back. One lakh.

- He only has pennies.

Look for his ATM card.

You want to become a bookie,

don't you?

- I'll get it done in a jiffy.

Let's just give the gun and leave.

Packing the whole hotel in or what?

Help! Room Service!

This way!

Come along!

Shut it!

What was that?

Stop the car!

Damn it! Stop the car!

They're getting away!

Stop them!

Damn! Cops! We are screwed!

Don't freak out!

Steve... pass my shades! My shades!

We'll make it, don't worry.

That was close.

- You knew that guy? - Nope!

Then why did you salute him?

Because he saluted me!

Why would a cop salute you?

What!?

Hey junkies... What the hell?

Sir, seems like it was a major deal.

And it went wrong!

On the floor where we

found the dead bodies...

the security cameras were damaged

What are you doing?

- Did you have prior information?

We were expecting someone but...

did you check the

other security cameras?

- No, it's being done.

- Then do it!

You want to talk?

Okay... move it!

- Where the hell are you?

- Afghanibhai...

There's a problem.

We were leaving the hotel...

but got stuck in a

crossfire between two gangs.

- You are still in Panvel?

- Yes...

and the DCP is here as well.

It's difficult to leave.

Like I care!

We fixed the

delivery as per your time.

- I get it but...

please try and understand.

Try telling this to Tashi.

I'll hand him the phone.

Look, security is tight

and sniffer dogs are around.

What's more important?

Guitar's safety

or scheduled delivery?

Fine! Commit a final time!

Problem, safety and all that.

Tell me!

- Eight... - Eight o'clock.

Tomorrow morning?

Why don't you come over here...

and collect it yourself.

OK! But eight means eight, clear?

Loud and clear!

By the way...

- the guitar is safe?

- Should I play a tune?

- See you tomorrow. - Tune?

- Where is Sweety?

- Tear this place apart!

Tell me or I'll break your head!

He is Charlie's brother.

Charlie who?

That gambler from the train yard!

- Chief, there is

good news and bad news.

He seems to be a nice guy.

- Works for an NGO besides...

Bad! Give me the bad!

They genuinely love each other!

They're getting married.

- I could stop it if you say so.

But they do look like...

they're made for each other.

I'll get your mom hooked up

with him!

- Get me Sweety on the phone!

- Yes, Chief!

- As soon as I get there.

Damn it! What's going on!

From the frying pan into the fire...

and back into the frying pan!

Forget it.

Don't even think about it!

Just get away!

Charlie...

The shortcut...

or the shorter fhortcut!

-But...

- But what?

Don't forget!

The path you choose

doesn't screw your life...

what screws you is...

the one you leave behind!

Greetings, everyone.

Please remain seated.

- Sweety dear...

- Where have you been?

Been looking all over for you.

Greetings! I am your brother-in-law.

I consider myself an

lndian first and then a Marathi.

But what annoys me is

that my house guest...

who shares my food...

shares my wages...

drinks my milk...

saves the butter for his own toast.

How is that fair?

- Now even... - Cut!

Brother...

Why are you doing this to me?

I wanted to make your

wedding a grand affair.

Why did you hurt me?

You wanted me to marry

that builder's son...

And who is this boy?

What is his name?

- Tell me...

Sanjay...

Sanjay? Give me his full name!

Sanjay Kumar Sharma, son

of Kishan Kumar Sharma...

bows to the 25 crore

Gods and Goddesses...

Hang on!!

Come again. What is his name?

Sanjay Kumar Sharma.

Sanjay Kumar Sharma?

- Where are you from?

Barabanki.

Barabanki? U.P.

Holy crap!

Give me the phone.

Just give the damn phone!

Chief... we are screwed!

He is a bloody migrant, from U.P.!

- We've identified the dead bodies.

They belong to the KD Narang gang.

But the boy in the camera footage...

- Don't know how he

is connected to this.

Investigations are still on.

This way, Sir...

Play it.

Rewind... slower...

Get him! Closer.

Beat the crap out of him.

Bloody migrant!

Let him go...

I would've killed you right now...

You sons of b*tches!

- Leave him... - Sweety get away!

Guddu, get up!

Dare not touch him!

Don't you get it?

Your chief is ready to

trade his sister for votes.

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