Quick Gun Murugun Page #3

No. 2. It is good

and I don't know...

cooking and looking are...

He cannot learn from mother.

Said I want top cIass

mummies.

But sir, we have done

research on mothers.

All of them are top cIass.

In that case...

you have failed the

quality controI.

Some Quick Gun Murugun has come.

- PIease take me to my mummy.

Whereis mymummy?.

So you are Tamilian. - Yes.

But basicalIy I'm a Mumbaikar.

I see. Is Mango

your actual name.

And `Tu'? - Means me?

- Your name.

Quick Gun Murugun.

A decent and famiIy

type girl like you...

in a pIace like this!

Is it for income?

What an unsophisticated man!

It's all because of my fate.

Otherwise singing here!

Art in any form is worship

of the Goddess Saraswati.

This is your style.

Will you give me some

holy food for it?

Your poison? - Cocktail.

I love cocktaiIs.

What do you have today?

- We have speciaI cocktails.

Sex on the Beach.

Honeymoon special. Sexy Dame.

How dare you use such words

in front of ladies?- It's okay.

You lowly man, you use

non-vegetarian words?

Leave him. Let us go

to some other pIace.

Come on. - Rascal.

Hey, smarty...

Drop your gun down.

Why that language?

Say it in Hindi.

Drop your gun.

Good. Now say it in TamiI.

Drop your gun.

Gun and insect!

Pronounce as `kiIa'

-`Kida'.

Pronounce as...

`Kile' - Correct.

No chance.

Oh my God! BIood!

- This is nothing.

You did this for me.

I have my duty to...

PIease come. Come on

- But....

I must go now.

- PIease eat something and go.

Food cooked by you

is wonderfuI.

I know it.

From here to here. This is

the route to the heart no?

No doubt Madam Dolly.

But it is a private route.

Parking is here.

For outsiders?

I've a headache.

- I'II cure it.

You saved me and now

I'II save you.

Come I said.

M.B.A M.B.A M.B.A.

There are too many rowdies.

Do you know a man

called quick Gun Murugun?

What!

He is still alive!

- Yes, sir.

Full tension.

Find him. Kill him. This time

I want his head on a platter.

Who is it?

Sorry to bother you.

Is Mr Murugun in? - No.

He wiII come later.

I can take only one name.

Mango darIing.

- Please untie me.

First take my name...

No.

Your heart..

Raju....

- She is my worId.

She is not in this worId.

He is a big Clint Eastwood.

- He loves the bang bang of guns.

As a kid he used to read

Cowboy books.

Totally Indian Cowboy.

Less of an Indian and

more of Cowboy.

What happened?

Isn't my dosa tasty?

It is very tasty.

What?. - Yours is the best

dosa in the worId.

Where did you both meet,

college?

She was head girl and

I was a boy scout.

Can't you forget her?

In my next birth.

ShouId I wait?

I'm going.

The Door is open!

What happened?

What is this? - This is

just a finger, Mr Murugun.

This is the real gun.

- M.B.A M.B.A.

Brother... brother...

Brother... Sister-in-Iaw...

Where is she?

Who did this!

Eiffel Tower?...

Taj Mahal?

Rice!

Rice Plate Reddy?

The best dosa in the worId.

You have done it, Rowdie.

You found the wonder dosa.

Tomorrow I'II serve the

nation with my nice dosa.

Day after tomorrow,

the entire worId.

Eat my dosa or die.

Eat my dosa or die.

Eat my dosa or die.

Eat my dosa or die.

Eat my dosa or die.

Kill all the Madrasi mothers.

I don'tbwant my secret recipe

to fall in anyone's hands.

Rice PIate, come out I say.

One more cowboy!

I found you through GoogIe,

Rice PIate.

I know you are here.

Shall we telI this to Sir?

No need. I'II make him

face the music.

Quick Gun? - Mango! - So you

entered food business too?

How come you are here?

This place is not

good for nice girIs.

Who said I'm a nicegirI.

Or maybe you came to the

wrong pIace.

No. I'm in the right pIace.

I swear that each white grain

of this rice wiII turn red.

And Rice PIate Reddy, bIood.

If not my name is not

Quick Gun Murugun...

Murugun! Relative of the

other Murugun by any chance?

From Matunga?

Rowdie, stop.

- Move aside.

This is business.

Is this your father's bottle?

I don't Iike cold water.

ActuaIIy she is the bosse's property.

Shut up.

- You know Rice Plate Reddy.

To meet him you have

to meet me first, outside.

I'II meet today.

- I'm a bit confused.

Who is the Gun fighter in your

family?. You or that old man?

You have killed my brother?

Where is my sister-in-law?

- Outside.

Quick Gun...- Go, give

your boss a head bath.

I'll tell the rules.

Walk ten steps, turn, then bang

bang. Next is you're brain curry

I know the ruIes but you

didn't get an empty road.

What to do? Mumbai has

too much traffic.

Okay. Then I cut your

bus ticket to heaven.

You better hurry. If not

you will miss that bus.

Start counting.

Don't come forward.

Ten and take this.

One more stooge.

Come, pIease.

Sister-in-law...- They stole my

dosa recipe. - Sister-in-law...

McDosa down down.

One man. Just one man.

The Vegetarian cowboy made me a laughing

stock and you're watching.

He killed Rowdie and

you are watching.

Your Dosa won't sell.

Makena phone call...

to Big B.- Big B?

It won't sell.

You mean Mr Bachchan, Sir?

Superstar?

Big or small, find one.

We wiII do one ad.

Big B wearing a shower cap,

holding mummy's hand,..

McDosa is my personal

guarantee.

It is 100% non-vegetarian.

Big B is biting McDosa.

We don't want a meat dosa.

Give them something

like a sewing machine.

The chorus will sing from behind

`Ma tujhesalam'

Call the Oscar winner

Rehman from the South.

Make a good ad for world markets.

Welcome back to Who's the News.

With me is a rescued mother...

Welcome back to Who's the News.

With me is a rescued mother...

whom everyone affectionateIy

calls sister-in-Iaw.

And Mumbai's new vegetarian hero

Quick Gun Murugun.

sister-in-Law, wouId you like to

share with our viewers,...

something from your

dramatic experience?

Rice PIate Reddy is an

enemy of vegetarians.

Don't eat his dirty

machine made dosa.

Eat my dosa and see which

is better, vegetarian or non-vegetarian.

This is my open chaIIenge.

Tension. It's a ploy to

snatch away my customers.

I repeat I'm fully vegetarian.

I only eat a plate of rice

for my meal.- Gun!

He wiII eat Rice Plate Reddy.

Make the vegetarian cowboy into a

beef cutIet.

He is just a mosquito.

Tell me that you know him.

I know you are crazy about him.

I don't know him.

I'll kill that mosquito

with a mosquito killer.

You may go.

We have work to do. Go.

Dr.Jango. - Yes.

- Listen to me.

I want bombs. Now.

This is the tiffin box

and sambar pappu.

Now put the bomb

in the sambar.

The tiffin box is packed.

It is put into a carrybox.

It will reach the customer

in time for lunch.

The minute it is opened,

the blast occurs.

Such blasts have never

happened before in Mumbai.

Then what are we waiting for?

Distribute this hoIy food

to the devotees.

Feed the hungry.

I toId Mrs Murugun to

use less chilli.

We just got news that there are

tiffin box bomb expIosions.

We wiII take you to the

scene of the expIosion,

I thought it was `Alu Bonda'

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