Peepli Live

Brother.

What if we lose our land?

(Belches )

A river of colours paints this land

With a trick in the dye at every bend

A river of colours paints this land

With a trick in the dye at every bend

A mystery in every speck and bubble

Shallow to look at, but deep within

A mystery in every speck and bubble

Shallow to look at, but deep within

lndia, you see, is a clever mix

lndia, you see, is a clever mix

Large hearts, tattered pockets

Large hearts, tattered pockets

( Music continues )

Who knows where we're headed

The wheels keep turning, move on

Who knows where we're headed

The wheels keep turning, move on

No food, no water

Find an excuse to carry on living

Weary eyes, blurred dreams

Tears also have salt, my friend

taste them if they fall...

COUNTRY LlQUOR FOR S ALE

( Music continues )

( Music fades out )

Hello.

- Hi, Budhia.

- Hello.

Any luck?

At it already, huh?

Wait till you get home.

(Dhaniya ) Back home finally?

Found the time?

What did the bank want?

Nothing.

So the bank called you

for a cup of tea, is it?

( Amma ) Why don't you mortgage me too?

At least you 'll get something.

(Dhaniya ) Why did the bank call you ?

Cat got your tongue?

Why did they call you ?

First give them something

to eat, you slut.

Have you left your brains at the bar?

Why did the bank call you ?

Because they're auctioning

the damn farm, that's why.

Oh, Lord!

We couldn't repay the loan.

Auction?

You 've gone and lost the farm?

Auctioned it off?

Bastard! You 've ruined us!

Shameless! Drunkards!

Get out of the house.

Destroyed our lives!

Think you can escape, cowards.

Try entering the house again.

Good-for-nothings!

( Continues cursing )

Fall into my lap like a ripe mango

l long for you , my beloved

l'm sleepless without you my love

how will the long night pass?

l'm sleepless without you my love

how will the long night...

You idiot!

Our arse is on fire

and you 're singing love songs!

Throw the stick...chuck it.

Come on.

We didn't borrow from Bhai Thakur

so why would he help us now?

But who can reason with your wife?

Don't worry, brother.

l'll fall at Bhai Thakur's feet

and cry until his heart melts.

Moron, get up.

Can't you see?

- See this one.

- Yes, these will pay for the Dholpur votes.

Don't hand it all to the headman.

Visit each house personally.

And this one clicks photos too.

Nice, give this to Bihari.

And take Karpuri along.

Why?

Because there is no trusting you .

You may pocket them all.

Greetings, Bhai Thakur.

l see, His Lordship is here.

You should've summoned me instead.

Can we help with the election campaign?

What? ''Help'' in the campaign?

Do l look like a fool?

We had mortgaged the land

for a bank loan.

lf we don't repay, it'll get auctioned.

So why come to me?

Go to the government.

They lent you the money, right?

Please Bhaiji, you are our last resort.

(Mobile rings )

lt's the Chief Minister.

Yes, sir.

Yes C.M., sir.

Everything is under control.

Yes...

Flags, posters...all done.

(Bhai continues speaking on the phone )

Yes, the cash has been picked up.

Yes, the trucks are here,

the booze is on the tap,

waiting to flow!

Long live the Samman Party!

Go for it, guys.

Bhaiji.

(Bhai) Get lost! We're busy.

- Bhaiji.

- Yes.

There is one way to save their land.

What?

ln South lndia, the government

has started a new programme,

by which farmers who commit suicide

due to debt

get 1 00,000 rupees compensation.

- Does what? Suicide?

- Yes, suicide.

( All laugh )

All across the country

farmers are killing themselves

by the dozen.

Living is like an old-fashioned bell-bottom,

while suicide, the latest jeans!

The government too likes

a fair give and take.

There's at least one thing

you can give...your life.

Let's go.

Long live Chief Minister Ram Yadav!

Long live Bhai Thakur!

Budhia! Come, sit.

What did Bhai Thakur say?

He said, ''Commit suicide

and the government will pay you .''

Use that to clear your debt.

What?

Kill yourself

and you get 1 00,000 rupees.

Thinks we are stupid.

Really?

Would you get it if the wife died?

Go on, try it.

The government should take over

our lands

and give us farmers a pension to retire.

So you can sit around smoking pot.

So what good is farming?

American seeds, American fertilizers.

Pay for it, then pray for rain.

They are shoving farming up our arse.

Better shift to the city.

First get screwed in the village

then in the city.

This suicide idea isn't too bad.

What rot!

l don't mean you .

What if someone is already very ill?

Dying...

Take Ram Asre for instance.

Always ill. His life hangs on a thread.

What's the point of living like that?

What's wrong if his death

brings 1 00,000 rupees?

Not bad at all.

His life will be made.

Tell your wife that Bhai Thakur

has suggested suicide.

- Budhia, have you heard the tragic news?

- What?

Ram Khilawan was just

run over by a train.

- Really?

- Yes.

But we just saw him at Bhai Thakur's.

How did he find a train so quickly?

No, not that Ram. The one

from the village of the barber's wife.

Hey, listen!

And Ram Asre is also

on his last breath.

- Nonsense.

- Hang on, there is more. . .

This Bakki is a good-for-nothing.

Always spreading bad news.

We really are in a soup.

Hey, Budhia, have you heard?

The priest's daughter-in-law

jumped into a well and died.

Why?

That she didn't tell me.

Oh! She was young.

lt's God's will, l guess.

All of us have to go some day.

Sooner or later.

But we all have to die.

See you later. Come on.

The funeral is at four.

Are you coming?

(Natha ) Everyone is talking

about death today.

Looks like it's a day of death.

Shut up!

( Amma ) Budhia,

put my bed under the sun.

Budhia, aren't you listening?

Put my bed under the sun.

l've spent half my life dragging you

in and out of the sun.

We are losing our land

and all you care for is sunshine?

And smoking pot all day

is sure to save the land, right?

You said you had no money!

Don't get worked up,

you 'll have a fit.

Curse your tongue. You want to kill me?

Why don't you get a fit?

Once you are done pampering your mum

tell me what Bhai Thakur said.

He told us to commit suicide.

You must've provoked him.

Right. Why don't you get

a rope and hang me?

Cut the drama out.

Go hang yourself, for all l care.

Put some sense into your wife.

She's driving me nuts.

You 've smashed my brains!

May the darkest storms

descend upon you !

All thanks to this witch.

Yeah, right.

- Shut up, you tart!

- You shut up!

Fancy city doctor you wanted?

Go on, get your treatment now.

l curse the moment

l brought you home.

Wretch! You 've ruined everything.

You scum bag.

Why are you

sitting like a zombie?

Harder, damn you !

Below the neck. Yes, there.

Haven't seen your wife for a while.

Has she gone to her mother's?

- Gudda Babu ...

- What?

You mentioned about the suicide

compensation programme.

What about it?

How did you get to know?

Why? You want to die?

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