Lage Raho Munna Bhai Page #8

Help me heal him.

Dial now, Mumbai!

Bapu, we're going live...

stay with me!

Wow... our first call.

Got disconnected!

No, we got cut off.

Let's call him back!

Okay.

Hello.

- Why did you disconnect?

Hey, what's eating you, buddy?

You can't help me.

- Give it a shot.

I need Rs. 700,000.

- For what?"

I lost my father's savings

in the stock market.

My friend had said

I would double my money.

Dad was saving to buy a house.

Now how do I get it back?

That's very easy.

- Simple.

How?

- Reduce expenses.

Work more.

Pay it back penny by penny.

Work twice as hard,

spend less and save your money.

It'll take me 10 years to earn so much.

What do I do now?

First,...

you must be brave,

admit the truth to your father.

First, don't be a wuss and confess!

I'd rather commit suicide!

Are you crazy?

Why make your father suffer

For your mistake?

Think your dad will enjoy

seeing your dead body?

Those shoulders you rode on as a child

will now bear the weight of your coffin. "'

For six months

he won't believe you're gone.

He'll keep calling your phone,

hoping you'll answer.

Bloody idiot.

What should I do?

What's your name?

Victor... Victor D'Souza.

Listen, Victor.

He's your father.

Don't hide the truth from him.

One day, I woke up.

Found my dad was no more.

There was so much

I wanted to share with him.

But I never did.

Where's your father now?

- In his room.

What's he doing?

- Don't know. The door's closed.

Open the door. Go in.

But...

- Don't think, Victor. Just go in.

Don't think. Go in.

Go inside.

Go in, Victor.

GO.

Now what?

What have you done this time?

What are you standing there for?

What is it?

Tell him...

Is there a radio in there?

Yes.

- Who are you talking to?

Turn on the radio.

Mr. D'Souza.

Your son wants to tell you something.

Mumbai city is listening in.

Speak up, Victor. Tell him.

Dad, I wanted to tell you earlier...

Don't beat around the bush, Victor.

Get to the point... tell him.

Daddy, I've lost your Rs. 700,000

in the stock market.

Don't raise your hand, Mr. D'souza.

If you hit him now he will always be

scared to say the truth!

Dad, I'll stay away from

the stock market.

I'll do any job.

Deliver newspapers. Tutor kids.

I'll save every penny and

pay you back.

I know what you 're thinking,

Mr D'souza.

How can he earn Rs. 700,000

delivering newspapers?

But you've got your son back, sir.

Silly chap wanted to kill himself.

He'll get onto the right path now.

Dad, Uncle Francis runs a taxi service.

He's always looking for drivers.

Could you recommend me?

Dad, if I drive a cab,

I hope you won't be embarrassed.

I won't drive in our neighbourhood.

Enough.

Don't make me cry.

Go in.

Give me your phone.

Hello?

Sir, I don't know who you are.

or what you said to my son.

But I do know that today

my little boy...

has become a Man.

God bless you!

That's my Bro. Yes, my Bro.

If you liked our show, then please

send our sick friend some flowers...

...with a 'Get well soon ' card.

His address is... - 41...

"In the light of dense despair,

gentle light of hope he spread... "'

"gripping the hand of truth,

he taught us to be unafraid. "'

Hello!

- What's this on the radio?

Munna's just a thug who wants to

Extort money form me!

Look, I don't want a house

Obtained illegally!

Sir, the legal papers are with me.

Astrologically,

that house is very lucky!

Don't let it go.

I've heard the residents are protesting

outside your house?

Don't worry. By tomorrow,

it will be over. I promise you, Sir.

Be careful.

Don't tarnish our name. Goodbye!

Pops, hope you 're not doing

anything wrong.

Pops.

I'm sorry.

You 're a good man

Hello.

- Hello, Munna.

Look, we're old friends.

I'm making you a great offer.

First, stop the Oprah-On-Radio!

And get the wrinkles off my sidewalk!

In return

I have a '4 point package' for you.

1. A house for the sad sacks,

same size, colour...

...but out of the city!

2. A terrace apartment for you and

your lovely parakeet!

3. A car, a driver

in uniform - all white!

4. Your kid's education, in a private

school, paid for in advance!

Might become Professors some day!

When I peek through my window

at 7 a. m. tomorrow...

...I better find

the road's geography changed...

...or Jhanvi will discover

your entire history!

Sleep on it.

Your time starts now.

What do I do, Bapu?

Do as I say,

and Lucky will be powerless!

Tell me quickly, Bapu!

Tell Jhanvi the truth

before Lucky does.

What?

Whoever bowls,

the wicket that tumbles will be mine.

She will leave me.

Be fearless.

Continue your peaceful protest.

She is bound to come back to you!

How will I tell her, Bapu?

I'm gonna need lots of courage.

When I was 15,

I stole some gold from my brother.

You stole?

No way. What happened then?

It started bothering me.

I couldn't sleep.

I decided to confess to my father.

But I couldn't find the courage.

So I wrote him a letter instead.

I begged for forgiveness.

And swore to always be honest.

Did your dad spank you silly?

No. But he wept. Then he tore

the letter and went to sleep.

He went to sleep?

I wept by his bedside all night...

that night will always stay with me!

Your father forgave you,

didn't he, Bapu?

It took a while but he did.

It's settled then!

I will write her a letter too.

I'll give it to her tomorrow at 6 a. m.

Why not now?

Let me be with her tonight, Bapu.

Tomorrow, I know she'll leave me.

I want to cherish this last night

with her, until she returns!

Please, Bapu.

Alright! Tomorrow 6 a. m.

Promise!

What are you writing?

A letter.

- To whom?

I'll stand in your place.

Go, get some sleep.

No. I won't get sleep tonight.

Grandpa says,

'When you 're sad, close your eyes... "

'... flash back into

your life's happy scenes... "

'... and your smile will return. "

Go on. Close your eyes.

What do you see?

Radio.

- Radio?

When I hear

'Good Morning Mumbai' on the radio...

Sir-Kit says I get a smile on my mug!

Say it for me once, please?

- Here? No...

Please...

- Not here, Murli! No way!

Good Morning, Mumbai.

...And welcome to our late night show.

The night is silent,

the stars are somber...

...as they know

something's eating Prof. Sharma.

Breaking News!

His pocket hides a love letter!

Let me take a guess...

...as to who it's for?

Possibly me?

Perhaps he wishes to say something,

But doesn't know how.

I know what he wants to say...

You don't!

- Then tell me!

I will, tomorrow at 6 a. m.

"I know what you'll say. "'

"But I want to know how you'll say it. "'

"Say it in such a way... "'

"that I remember

this moment forever. "'

I'll eagerly wait for 6 a. m.

"This waiting is so hard...

moments endlessly last. "'

"Why can't this ache end...

moments endlessly last. "'

"This waiting is so hard...

moments endlessly last. "'

"Why can't this ache end...

moments endlessly last. "'

"Be still...

my aching heart. "'

"Fret not!

This too shall pass!"

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