Udta Punjab Page #6

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They're only going to use you.

But, Sonu loves you, baby.

Baby...

Don't run away again. Okay?

Sana]!

Come here!

Look.

Some Virender Singh

is behind all this.

The owner of De

ue Pharmaceuticals.

De

ue Pharmaceuticals is

the front in whose name...

government controlled

opium is being sourced.

It's a fake company.

There is nothing about it online.

The telephone numbers

also don't work.

But guess what I did?

I logged on to Registrar of

Companies website

and found out owner details.

It's some Virender Singh

from village Havelian.

Who is this Virender Singh?

I thought the owner would

be a big politician.

I don't know.

Could be a political stooge.

Madam...

Last night...

Are you okay now?

Balli, stop.

Let me go.

- Wait.

Chetan, hold him.

Balli, listen...

Thorazine, quick!

Balli?

Stop. Drop me here.

On Radio Bollyvvood,

I am your RJ Ivlanveer.

It's 9 AIVI. Tommy Singh's been

absconding for the past 12 hours.

Bro, Tommy!

What's going on, brother?

Tommy, you have any idea...

I have lots to tell you.

What happened?

Come with me.

- What happened?

Sit down.

First let's check into a hotel.

I have to freshen up.

I haven't eaten since last night.

And there's this girl

that I have to save.

For once think of someone

other than yourself, ahe!

Do you know where my dad is, Tommy?

They've put him in jail.

The police must be beating him

asking him where Tommy is.

If it were up to me, Tommy...

I'd hand you over

to the police myself.

But you do as you please,

you're on your ovvn now.

And forgive me.

Jassi, listen.

- I don't want to listen.

It's not what you think.

The girl's in deep trouble,

some heroin mafia sh*t.

We need some money

to get her released.

After that I will do

whatever you ask...

Surrender.

You were my hero.

When you came from London,

I danced with joy.

My cool cousin!

My cool cousin!

Sisterfr!

Now just look at this cool cousin.

GABRUs crew tee.

I used to wear it with pride.

To hell with it, sisterfr!

JassL

There's no love in your heart,

only cocaine.

Remember that, fr!

Listen up.

- Jassi is dead.

Your uncle is dead.

It's not what you think.

We have to save her!

Sometimes I get high

with just your touch.

"Girl, I am standing by your side,

Won't budge an inch even if I died."

"Girl, I am standing by your side,

Won't budge an inch even if I died."

For you, my white angel,

I quit the white powder

Hide me, don't let me cower.

For you, my white angel,

I quit the white powder,

Hide me, don't let me cower.

Sir, we've reached Sarhota.

ls this Sarhota?

- Yes.

There this girl, from your village.

Which block?

Don't know.

Name?

Don't know that either.

Idiots get me riled,

early in the morning!

She may be from Bihar.

From Bihar?

Maybe at Karnail Singh's fields?

Lot of women from Bihar work there.

She ran away.

Didn't even take her stuff along.

Who did she go with?

Do you know anything?

No idea, sir.

She was the silent type.

Her name?

She had a strange name.

Pushpa, what was

the hockey girl's name?

What do I know?

I used to call her 'birdbrain'.

Who is the dealer over here?

ll

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i

3's

L;

fx

l"!

You can take some from me if you want.

Supply is down.

Cut it outl!

What happened?

Our dealer,

Bhandi, is in the hospital.

His gang beat him up over a bad deal.

Okay then, have a nice day!

Holy sh*t! Doesn't he

lookjust like Tommy?

Yeah, bro!

[GABRU]

Why would an MD of a pharma

company live here?

You listening?

Praise the lord!

That's a nice house.

Grace of God.

Mobiles don't work in our village.

But I have a phone at home.

You can speak to Virender

if you want

No, that's fine.

Since we were around,

we thought we'd say hello.

It's been a while.

What's he up to these days?

Same. Driving.

Private car?

Yes. With Amar Pal Singh.

\/Ir. Brar's son-in-law.

Ivlaninder Brar?

Yes.

I remember.

Virender had mentioned

that they are like family

Hey, get the family album.

\/Ir. Brar's entire family had danced

at my son's wedding.

There was so much pomp.

Virender is looking so good.

Of course.

We must be going.

Left from here.

- Yes.

Oh no.

What happened?

Police.

Greetings.

What is it?

Hovv is everything?

- All good.

I was saying...

Get out of here, bloody junkies!

Get lost!

Relax, will you.

What happened to the boy?

I think he's got an attack.

Doctor!

Don't hit me more.

No. Don't vvorry. Be quiet.

I am your brother.

Your brother's been beaten

to pulp, my man.

I know, bro. I know.

But there this girl.

Frs fed me to Jackie.

Listen to me.

Fr, chewed out my bones.

Bloody listen!

This girl from Bihar who is in

trouble with the heroin mafia.

It's very important that I meet her.

I've never done anything for anyone.

Let me do this once.

It'll set me free.

Sorry. Listen to me.

Listen to me.

After a long time,

there's a tune in my head.

And it is thanks to the girl.

Ever since I've met her,

I just don't feel like taking cocaine.

I've got my 'mojo' back.

You know mojo, man. It's back!

Tommy?

- Yes.

Tommy.

Dude.

Where is the girl?

- THE Tommy.

Where is the girl?

Sing me a song.

Just one song.

- Who is inside?

I can't sing here.

It'll make me feel lot better.

Tell me.

Sing-

. OKaY"

You'll have to tell me then!

Sure.

Just one song!

- Okay, calm down!

A girl whose name is Love,

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

Her saint/y charm,

her sublime beauty.

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

Her face is ethereal,

Warmth, like Mary's embrace.

Sultanpura.

What?

Sultanpura.

Catch him.

Don't let him get away.

I won't spare you today.

A girl whose name is Love,

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

A girl whose name is Love,

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

Her saint/y charm,

her sublime beauty.

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

Her face is ethereal,

Warmth, like Mary's embrace

Her smile makes the flowers bloom.

Her gait feels like a moving sonnet.

Tall as a cypress in winter,

Young as a budding ember.

Yet she knows what the eyes speak.

A girl whose name is Love,

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

A girl whose name is Love,

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

Her saint/y charm,

Her sublime beauty.

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

She is lost. .. is lost. .. is lost.

Done?

So, Chandigarh tomorrow at seven?

Yes.

Let's give the Election commission

a couple of days.

If nothing happens,

we will approach the media.

But I am sure, it'll work out.

Thank you, madam.

Whenever I'll look into the

mirror to tie my turban...

l'll feel a little less ashamed.

Okay... ta ta!

Madam, I've been wanting

to say something

I messed it up that evening.

The thing is that... you are so...

You are so perfect that...

Ta ta!

Sartaj. Sartaj, wait up.

Tomorrow when we're done...

do you want to have coffee with me?

At a cafe?

You came all the way

to ask me this?

Yes.

9K8)-

Okay?

What happened, kiddo?

The water is over. I am thirsty.

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