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arriagee after hurmiliating us.

No, I am not.

If you don't mind will

you pose for a picture...

...along with the wedding procession.

Procession?

The wedding procession.

Oh, the wedding procession.

Just watch, Jeevan.

Bahattar Singh will

get married to Indu.

But you said they're police officers.

Where marriage is concerned...

...fibbing is allowed.

Ticket! Ticket! Ticket!

Where to?

- Tasi.

Tasi. Who are you visiting in Tasi?

Bahattar Singh.

Oh, you're visiting Bahattar singh.

Then you don't have to buy a ticket.

Decent family.

It's a very decent family.

They approved the

marriage this morning.

Consider that my

sister's good fortune has begun.

The boy's pure Indian.

Pure breed.

Have some sweets.

Jugnu, you missed a

golden opportunity.

Our friendship could've

turned into a relationship.

How?

- What?

Look at this young man.

Standing right before us.

"The player."

"The player."

"He's the player, buddy."

"The player."

"The player."

"He's the player, buddy."

Sattar. Don't make me open my mouth.

Relations are done

with decent people...

...not with powerful ones.

Have you ever done anything...

...other than con,

rob and loot people...

...that people will let

their daughter marry him.

Brother. You won't find

a bride for him in India.

You get a bride for him

from Canada, Africa, China.

That is also thee

tradition of your famiy.

Wearing this uniform...

...do you think you're the real police?

Though we're fakes, but we

do the job of the real police.

We apprehend those trucks

and hand it over to you.

You don't do me a favour.

I give you half the share.

And I do that honestly.

Here. 150,000. From the

truck caught yesterday.

Here. 50,000 more.

Get new uniforms for yourself.

You've ruined the

uniform with your antics.

Listen to me, Bahattar.

What is it?

I've heard that four days later...

...a huge cavalcade of

trucks will pass this way.

Be ready.

This tirme it wil be worth ilions.

Then our good timee will last forever.

Fine. Keep it.

Keep this too.

Goodbye.

Ready.

I will...

- Calm down.

Bahattar.

Yes, father.

Here.

Give this 50,000 to Santa.

He needs it, to buy seeds.

- Yes.

Father.

- Yes.

Don't discuss my

marriage in front of Jugnu.

Son...

- No, father. I feel humiliated.

With God's grace we'll

receive a good proposal soon.

Looking for Punjab and found China.

What is it?

- No.

What is it?

- He's from Mumbai.

So? Do you want to sit on my head?

Not at all.

We've a marriage

proposal for Bahattar Singh.

I am Sattar Singh. (70)

- Hello.

And my brother Ekhattar Singh. (71)

Hello.

- Hello.

And you've already met my

son Bahattar singh. (72)

Yes, I have.

And he is his son,

Chauhattar Singh. (74)

Say hello, son.

He said you missed Tihattar. (73)

Oh God! My Tihattar!

Let's go.

We all miss Tihattar Singh.

But why?

My son Tihattar Singh.

He went missing in the carnival.

Oh, what a touchy story.

Drink the buttermilk.

Go ahead. Drink it.

Drink it.

Drink the buttermilk.

How was it?

Needed more 'Chini'(sugar).

There'rer just two, my wife and my son.

So sweet.

Your wife's Chinese?

I used to work at Chandni Chowk.

And she had a Chinese

mobile shop next to mine.

One day some people

started arguing in her shop.

The mobiles are faulty.

They said "You're a Chinese.

Wee won't sppare you".

And I went there.

What's wrong?

- 'She's Chinese.'

I slashed my thumb right then...

...and anointed her forehead.

And said.

She's not Chinese. She's a sikh.

And she became my wife.

Great, brother.

How nice.

Great.

Hello.

- Hello.

Hello.

She's my wife, Olivia Martin Kaur

From Canada.

I used to drive a taxi

One day I set out with my car.

On the way I came to a turn.

- Taxi.

And I left my heart there.

She sat in my car.

And she came home.

And that's where it happened.

After that she never left.

This is the girl's photo.

She's beautiful.

Just like we wanted, brother.

She's Indian.

Wow!

What does her father do?

Her father is no more.

She has an elder brother.

Similar profession like yours.

He's with the police.

Right, Jeevan. He's with the police.

Yes, he's with the police.

What?

He's with the police.

You lying rascal.

The police are being attacked.

Let's get out of here.

Tel e wherre is my Tihattar.

I told you we're at the wrong address.

Yes. Yes.

Is this Tasi?

- Yes.

Sorry, we were heading for Kashi.

Wait, wait.

- What happened?

Mother. What are you doing?

They aren't the ones

who took Tihattar away.

They arer nicer peopplee. Like us.

They've brought a

marriage proposal for Bahattar...

...from Mumbai.

Marriage proposal for Bahattar.

- Yes.

She?

- My mother.

Margret Mandella Kaur.

Father brought her from Africa.

The day Tihattttar weent missing...

...my mother lost it.

"The player."

"The player."

"He's the player, buddy."

Father. It's all done.

Here's the money...

- Bravo.

Mansukh.

What are you doing here?

I've brought a proposal for you.

From a police family.

Father, police...

- Be quiet. No need to be so happy.

Dear.

Treat these boys to lunch.

Of course.

Come, son.

Go, go taste some chicken.

He's a vegetarian.

Then go eat radish.

- Yes.

Come, sukhi, arrange

a massage for them.

Okay, but I hope you don't have a dog.

No, but we do bite if compelled.

Father, what are you doing?

- What, son?

I am getting married

in a police family?

Some police are thieves as well.

They think we're police officers.

But, uncle, if they find

out about our family...

Son, be positive.

Tihattar's loss still makes me sad.

This relation is God sent.

He will make things right.

Just get married quickly...

...and give me my grandson,

Pachattar (75) singh.

Stop looking at your hand...

...and see the one whose

hand you'll be holding.

"We're far apart,

and I'm helpless too."

"Your graceful eyes

make my heart restless."

"Let me tell you honestly today."

"I don't know how to

erase this distance."

"I just write this song for you."

"I hum them in my loneliness."

"I watch your photo on my phone."

"I wish to leap over and come to you."

"O sweetheart."

"O sweetheart."

"I am so lonely, lonely without you."

"O sweetheart."

"Your memories..."

"Your memories..."

"Your memories torment me."

"O sweetheart."

"O sweetheart."

"I am so lonely, lonely without you."

"O sweetheart."

"You dwell in my breath, my eyes..."

"...my slumber, my dreams sweetheart."

"Your memories..."

"Your memories..."

"Your memories torment me."

"O sweetheart."

"O sweetheart."

"I am so lonely, lonely without you."

"O sweetheart."

"The harder I try..."

"...the more I think about you."

"Surely there's a connection."

"That steals my serenity."

"Your memories surround me."

"Your memories surround me."

"Your memories..."

"Your memories..."

"Your memories torment me."

"O sweetheart."

"O sweetheart."

"I am so lonely, lonely without you."

"O sweetheart."

I am so lonely, lonely without you.

O sweetheart.

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