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THE ADVENTURES OF MARRIAGE ONCE AGAIN
Get it into your head, Daughter-in-law.
You can't take my son away from me.
Bablu is, was and always will be, mine.
He'll stand, sit, eat and go to bed on my orders.
Go to bed? Go to bed? Go to bed?
My Bablu is here.
Look at how your wife is treating your mother.
Bablu will learn the truth soon.
Don't doubt me for no reason.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
I'll go to bed. Yes, I'll go to bed!
I will. I will. I will.
I will go to bed. I have to go to bed.
How can you say that?
- Cheers! - Cheers!
Revolution on the streets Riding a broken bicycle
- There's a song, right? - Right!
It's my favourite.
- Let's hear it! - Yes, please!
- Come on! - Let's hear it!
- Right! - Go for it!
Cheers!
Come on!
Revolution on the streets
Riding a broken bicycle
- Awesome! - Amazing!
Revolution on the streets...
(chanting prayers)
Fire! Run!
- Fire! - Fire!
(chanting prayers)
- Run! Run! - Run! Run!
- Here he is. - (chanting prayers)
What nonsense!
Get out!
You're crazy.
You've turned my office into a temple.
- Sir, keep your cool! - To hell with being cool!
- Don't know what to say to this fool. - Bless me.
Look what marriage has done to him.
From logical to spiritual.
O Lord, my friend!
No friends can save you if you lose the job.
Stop with the prayers.
And clean the wet floor. Get on with it.
(chanting prayers)
- Oh no! - Hail Lord Krishna!
Damn it! Help sir up.
- Hail Lord Krishna! - Help him up.
- Hail Lord Krishna! - Hail Lord Krishna!
Sir...
- Are you okay? - Move.
God says...
Mop for mop's sake.
Not for the floor to dry.
Keep mopping.
(phone ringing)
Who is it now?
(phone ringing)
Unknown number?
Do unknown people know me?
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Hello!
Hail Lord Krishna...
Anyone there? Help! Help!
Oh, water!
Hail Lord Krishna!
Down with the boss! Out with the scum!
- Down with the boss! - Out with the scum!
(all protesting)
Down with the boss--
I don't want to talk to you.
Ask the new union leader to talk to me.
Come on, get him.
And tomorrow!
- Paint the city red! - Paint the city red!
And I'll beat you to death.
Who are they?
They're your former secretaries.
You've ghosted them all.
I've got a lot to deal with. Small things slip my mind.
It's not small. I clearly remember.
- Right, it's not small. - What a great memory!
What do they want?
You can't change your secretary every six months.
Fine.
- Then what about us? - Then what about us?
Compensate for their losses until they get a new job.
Five thousand bucks per month.
- What? - Five thousand?
It's not some government scheme that 500 bucks will do, idiot!
Here you go.
Read the terms and conditions and sign it.
Can't we negotiate?
(phone ringing)
Hello!
Where?
Move!
What about the revolution?
Revolution is exhausted.
Where... I'm here!
Damn it!
Thank you, sister.
Hello, brother.
- Rajat? - Anupam?
- You here? - You here?
I'm here because I'm nowhere else.
I'm also here because I'm here.
Rajat.
I won't tell you an unknown person called me here.
Even I'm not going to tell you an unknown person called me.
Fine, don't.
Then I won't tell you my life will take a new turn.
I don't care if it turns or spins.
I won't tell you an unknown man called me.
And said he'd give me crores.
So funny!
As if I'm going to tell you someone told me the same.
- He called you too. - He called you too.
- But... - But...
- Who's the man? - Who's the man?
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Promise I won't leave you high and dry.
It won't be fair if I don't give you your share.
We'll get the money in three days, I swear.
Friends, let me return your favour.
The voice sounds familiar.
He's up there.
- Almighty! - What?
Almighty!
Almighty?
Almighty!
Bang! Bang! Boom!
He's got RDX in one hand and peanuts in the other.
Look.
There he is!
Raw...
Peanuts, peanuts!
Bullet Singh?
Wait, I'll be right down.
Chef. Unsafe.
Bullet Singh!
Gansha?
Why are you in "device"?
You mean disguise, right?
- After all, it's a matter of crores. - Oh!
That's why I'm in disguise.
- But his beard is real. - Shut up!
Am I right?
What are you doing here?
Are you the one who called us?
Oh my God!
You were supposed to be in jail.
I was supposed to. But they released me.
So early?
The judge and the jailer
got inspired by my poem on cultural awareness.
And released me early.
Yeah, right! Your poem--
The full moon has risen. My poetry got me out of prison.
Did you like it?
- Very-- - I know why they released you.
Anyway, forget it.
Hey.
- Where is your wife, Malati? - What's wrong?
Malati...
When will they release you?
Maybe in a year.
Not a year. In a month.
Once you're out of jail
we'll celebrate our wedding night again.
Another wedding night?
Yes.
Great, Malati!
Please come out fast.
I'll be "wasting" for you.
She's "wasting" for me.
- You mean she's in the West? - No.
Forget it.
How are your wives, Chef and Unsafe?
- Only they're doing well. - What do you mean?
Forget it.
What's with the money? What about it?
I'll tell you.
I got out of jail-- Let me rhyme it for you.
Uff!
Found your number and called you to tell.
Three of us will share Kuber's wealth.
Like it?
Uh...
Much better. But I don't trust you.
Don't doubt me, Anupam and Rajat.
Remember what happened last time?
I won over my dream girl, Malati, because of you.
Besides, I can't trust anyone else.
My happiness is your happiness.
My property is your property.
My crown jewels are your crown jewels.
Don't you like it?
No...
Didn't like the last line.
Why?
Might be too much for our wives.
Okay, let it be.
I told you about my dad, right?
My fraud dad...
- In Thailand... - Thai?
He's left me a 100-crore property in Thailand.
- Hun... Hun... - Hun... Hun...
- But there's a problem. - What?
We have to claim the property in three days.
Or it's gone.
No... No...
Wait, wait, wait!
Abroad in three days?
Do we look like idiots?
Don't go if you have a problem.
- If you don't want the property... - No...
- Hey, wait! - No! No...
No problem. No problem at all.
Trust me.
I don't want to rule alone.
- So sweet of him! - We're all kings.
We are all kings in this kingdom of--
I'm out of tune, right?
- Nazrul's song. Great! - Perfectly in tune.
- I'll make it simple for you. - Okay.
Here's the property deed.
I'll get 50% of the total property.
I see.
You'll share the remaining 50%.
Got it?
Do the math.
- We'll get 50% of 100 crores... - So...
You'll get half of 100 crores as in 50 crores.
The remaining 50% share is ours. So, 25 crores each.
- Absolutely right. - Twenty-five...
"Fiftylicious!"
What happened?
- Hail-- - Rajat?
He couldn't take it.
- Get this loud and clear. - What?
- Don't tell them where we're going. - Not at all!
- Bro. - Yes?
We're doing it for them. Isn't it?
Yes.
Let's get the property first.
Then we'll welcome them to Thailand.
And... "Surprise, your new property!"
"It's all yours!"
There's no sin.
It's a sweet little secret.
Oh my God!
- Sweet little secret. - Sweet little secret.
Did you really say that, Mother?
Yes, I did. I will, a thousand times over.
It's a sweet little secret.
The truth can't be hidden for long.
I know what you're hiding.
I'll expose you today.
Will you tell them about my love for the family?
Oh! Daily soap.
- And tomorrow! - Paint the city red!
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Listen.
Bengal will turn red one day. Red!
When? On Holi, the spring festival?
- What is he saying? - I don't know the date.
But some day soon.
Wow!
Thank you.
- So soft and tasty. - Right.
- So juicy. - Totally...
- Baby, fantastic! - Oh, come on!
Too good!
- Baby, we need to talk. - Hmm?
- What? Not now. - Come on.
- Be right back. - Okay.
What is it?
- Have to tell you a secret-- - Hush!
- What's so urgent, Mother? - What's the matter?
I want to say...
- I have a secret-- - Hush!
Why didn't you return...
Have something important to tell you.
Did you protest at work today?
Yes. Hear me out.
Did you make your boss' life hell?
Of course! Listen to me.
Did you use our slogan?
And tomorrow!
- Paint the city red! - Paint the city red!
Don't act like you don't know.
What's the family secret?
Switch off--
- Tell me! - Then listen!
Wait, Mom!
What? What is it?
What secret?
Secrets after years of marriage? Drama king!
Hmmph!
Didn't let me watch the last scene.
- Disgusting! - Maya... Twenty-five crores.
Yes.
I won't play with you. Never again!
Tired of teaching you. But you never learn.
There are 33 crore Hindu Gods. Not 25 crores.
Oh gosh! Not talking about God.
I'm going to get a property.
Worth 25 crores.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Stop! Stop! My head is reeling.
A 25-crore property?
You never told me about the insurance policy.
I have an idea.
We'll tell them
we'd bought a policy much before we got married.
Today our agent told us that the policy has matured.
And both of us now own a 25-crore property in Thailand.
Like the idea?
It doesn't suit us. Stop it!
- What? - Cheap remedies.
Cheap remedies and jobs don't suit millionaires.
- What? - Petty jobs don't suit millionaires.
All these don't suit us.
- Really? - Yes, I really mean it.
I knew it.
All my gemstones and amulets would work, work, work!
- I knew it! - Oh!
Won't you tell me where the property is?
Tell me.
Let it be a surprise for you.
Are you joking?
Think you can stay in a five-star hotel with this money?
Sir, please leave.
"Thanks you."
Would prefer if you praise me in Bengali.
Want to stay at a five-star hotel with just 450 bucks?
Is this a joke?
Please leave.
Look, milady.
You can't treat me so badly.
I can treat you worse.
Get out or I'll call the cops.
I'm not scared of cops. They're my relatives.
You can't misbehave with me. I'm an infamous person.
I'm going to kick you out. Get lost!
How dare you insult me?
I'll buy this hotel in three days and then fire you.
- Just shut up! - Shut up!
- Guards, throw him out! - Yeah!
No need to insult me more.
I'm used to it. I'll leave.
What's a five-star hotel for the guy who owns the galaxy?
Two days to go before I become a millionaire.
But first...
time to say hello to the one all this is for.
Hope she won't mind.
Video call at this hour?
Who's the rascal?
Oh my God! Who's this?
Faceless rascal.
I'm your darling and you're my honeybun.
When we meet...
...we'll have a lot of fun.
Hey! Who the hell are you?
Show me your face or I'll rip your paper bag.
Hmm?
Fool!
Hmm.
What are you saying?
You can make a sandwich?
Oh, yes!
I don't like making fried bread every day.
He'll have something else for a change.
Huh?
Hang on, Rai.
Bless the food!
- Here. - Gosh!
It's a lot. I can't eat so many...
- What? - Huh?
What do you mean?
Look at yourself.
You've become so thin. You must eat well.
Anupam.
Do you like it?
Tell me how it tastes.
Wow!
For you.
Tell me how it is. Okay?
- Some coffee? - Yes.
I'll get your coffee.
-Tell me if you like it. -Sure.
(inaudible)
(phone ringing)
How's it going?
Terrible.
Maya's chatting with your wife and attacking me with food.
Heard that?
She kept saying "25 crores" in her sleep all night.
She even fell off the bed.
Anyway, forget it.
Hey. What about you?
I'm in a worse situation.
Rai kept kissing me all night...
...trying to find out where the property is.
But I said it's a surprise and went back to bed.
She's giving me burnt food to get my property.
I will die, bro!
No, no. God forbid!
Property before death!
Get to office. We'll meet Bullet in the evening.
Oh God!
My goodness! Can't eat...
When wife's love is too much for the tummy to take
only Gas-O-Fast can give you relief.
Wow!
Made of real cumin!
Thailand?
Passport.
You're Zico's guest, after all.
Even a ration card would do.
Look at that.
- Pose! - Hey, look at the camera.
Stop!
Such wannabes! Out!
- Only him. - Oh!
- Damn glasses! - Whose glasses?
- Take off your sunglasses. - You don't need them.
Ah!
Is it a good photo?
- Hmm? - Hmm.
Done.
Here you go.
Good?
- Hmm! - Hmm!
Money... Pay him.
And tomorrow!
- Foreign babes. - Foreign babes.
Scurry scurry, let's hurry Time to get hot and heavy
You and I are here Time to get on and play hard
Scurry scurry, let's hurry Time to get hot and heavy
You and I are here Time to get on and play hard
A house, a car And bags full of cash
What else do you need, bro?
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
The pockets are loaded And life's never a bore
I'm your boy and you're my girl Let's get naughty on the shore
The pockets are loaded And life's on top floor
I'm your boy and you're my girl Let's get naughty on the shore
A house, a car Money and babes
What else do you need, bro?
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion
An illusion
It's all an illusion!
Uff!
- I was thinking, Rai... - Hmm?
They have a nice collection of jewellery.
Yes...
- But I'm sure there's more. - Right.
These are beautiful.
But we want something more fashionable.
- Yes, exactly. Fashionable! - Right.
- Everyone will be stunned. - We'll make heads turn--
- Excuse me, ma'am. - Huh?
- I'm the manager. - Oh!
- Any problem? - No, not at all.
Show us your most fashionable jewellery.
- We're going abroad. - Oh!
Have to make a style statement with our saris and jewellery.
- The most glamorous... - Glamorous!
- The most gorgeous... - Gorgeous!
- The most attractive... - Attractive!
- Bring them all. - We mean jewellery.
Get my point, right?
Yes, got it.
You don't have to take the trouble of coming here.
Why?
We'll deliver our exclusive designer collection to your house.
- Only in four days. - Oh! Four days?
- Can't you make it in two days? - Two days?
- Won't it be too late? - Yes, we'll have to leave.
Hmm.
Okay, ma'am.
(indistinct chatter)
Do you like it?
Rajat?
Anupam?
What happened?
Why are you crying in the moment of joy?
I'm underwhelmed.
We wake up to our wives' insults.
Oh!
And our day ends with boss' scolding.
Poor things!
- We're treated like criminals. - Oh gosh!
So much respect...
- We can't take it. - I get it.
- Bullet. - Anupam.
-Won't be able to return your favour. - Oh come on!
Won't even try to return your favour.
It's okay. You don't have to.
After all, it's the property of a felon.
I meant the property of my father.
- Oh! - Oh!
Welcome!
- Who? - Who?
Welcome!
Gunesh Muti.
Not "gu", it's "ga". I'm Ganesh Maity.
- We're here for the property. - Right.
What are you saying?
- What? - I got it.
What?
Property... Hand over...
- What did you say? - He got it.
This property... Hand it over to us.
- Understand. I understand. - He got it.
Me... Michael Braganza. Manager.
- What did he say? - What?
- He's the manager. - Oh! I see.
- Yes, manager. - "Hellos."
- "Hellos."
Parchment.
- What did he say? - Parchment.
- Give him the paper. - Parchment!
- Wait, sir. - Oh! He wants the paper?
- The parchment. - What?
Not that.
The parchment!
Won't this do?
Not boarding pass. Give him the property deed.
- Property deed? - Show it to him.
- Parchment! Parchment! - I have the papers.
- Here you go. - We have all.
Anupam, tell me honestly.
- How do you know Russian? - Come on!
You speak so well.
Learnt it from the Ukraine-Russia war on TV.
It's very simple. You can learn it too.
My gosh! So easy?
- Please teach me. - Rough paper!
Rough?
Looks like you have dandruff.
What?
- What? - We...
Rough...is the paper.
- Paper... Rough? - Yes.
- Rough paper. - Rough, rough, rough.
- Hey. - Thank you.
- Rough paper! - Sexy fool!
You come. Property... Sign...
- What? - Suzie.
Property... Peekaboo...
- What is he saying? - Peek.
- He's asking us to hide. - No!
He wants us...
- ...to take a look at the property. - I see.
Enough. Time up.
Go, Suzie.
- Go. - Welcome.
- Let's go. - Come on, rejoice!
- Rejoice! - Sure.
- Is he telling us to enjoy? - Keep quiet.
"Wonderpool!"
So soft!
As soft as silk.
The bed was so soft last night.
- Let's go. - Hmm.
(indistinct chatter)
- Let's go. - Come on.
- Hey, people! - Who?
- Come here! - Michael!
- Here he goes again. - Yeah!
- Hello. - Yeah!
Yeah! Disgusting idiot!
Hey! Property! Delivering! Celebrating!
- What did he say? - Time for property handover.
- Oh! - Oh!
- Your papers. Our papers. - Oh!
Gunesh Muti, sign.
- It's Ganesh. - Doesn't matter. Just sign.
- Come on, sign. - No, no.
- It doesn't work this way. - What?
- Bro, you don't get it. - Huh?
My property is worth 100 crores.
They'll share 50% of the property.
- Right. - They have to sign too.
We'll get 25 crores each. Friends, after all.
- Get it? - What? No understand.
Explain it to him.
Explain.
- Wait. - Yes, please explain.
- It's a 100-crore property. - Right.
- Half means 50% share. - Okay.
- Muti will get 50% of the property. - I see... Muti.
It's Maity.
We'll get half each of the remaining 50% share.
- Half? - Yes.
- Rajat and I will get 25% each. - Right.
- Oh, partnership! - Yes, partnership.
Okay, sign.
- Three people... Sign. - Yeah.
Sign...
- Which signature? - You only have one.
- G-a-n-e-s-h Maity... - Dot your i's.
Your turn.
Sign, sign.
- Hail Lord Krishna! - Fast, fast.
Twenty-five percent!
- Sign. - My turn.
Spell correctly.
We're rich!
- Done? - Give it to me!
Ah!
Property. Hand over. Complete!
- Wow! - Wow!
- What did he say? - The property is all ours now.
Oh!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
- Congratulations. - So nice of you.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- Congratulations. - Thanks. Very happy.
Oh damn!
Any local disco?
- Shut up! - Huh?
You... Guest! Guest!
Whole area... King... Bolihari Voski.
- Hmm! - My God!
Small queen... Matahari Voski.
Voski.
Matahari... Arrange party... For you...
Woah!
- What did he say? - She has arranged a party.
Broski.
Can we have some whiskey?
Let our hearts fly Let's get high
Let's have fun Let's go wild
Let's set out for heaven Let's get naughty
Won't go home tonight Won't let you out of my sight
I'll hold you close Close to my heart
I'll paint you with my love In colours bright and bold
I'll hold you close Close to my heart
I'll paint you with my love In colours bright and bold
If you're the one Our love knows no bar
I'm your Romeo And you, my dear Juliet
I'll lose myself Grooving with you in the disco
Drunk in your perfume Let's flirt the night away
My heart skips a beat At just the first look
Lost in your eyes I'm crazy for you
I'll hold you close Close to my heart
I'll paint you with my love In colours bright and bold
I'll hold you close Close to my heart
I'll paint you with my love In colours bright and bold
I'll hold you close Close to my heart
I'll paint you with my love In colours bright and bold
Oh my God!
What a beautiful sight!
Yes!
We've become rich!
We've hired fancy maids.
After all, we're worth 100 crores.
- Correction. - What?
- Fifty-fifty of fifty. - Oh!
Fishy case!
Yes...
If we don't call our wives, we'll be in a mess.
If our wives find out, no dreams, only stress.
- Dream! - Dream!
- Hey! - Oh no!
- Why am I naked? - Yeah...
Whose room is it?
- My mobile? - My passport?
- My suitcase? Glasses? Amulet? - Rajat.
- Ask them. - Where is it?
- Where are we? - Where are we?
(indistinct chatter)
Twenty-five crores?
Just imagine!
They're too embarrassed to tell anyone.
Are they in trouble?
- No point crying now. - Right.
Sacrificed your idiot husbands for 25 crores.
Found out from the airport CCTV footage
they've gone to Thailand with Bullet.
When will Bullet's wife, Malati, come?
She was at Howrah Station half an hour ago.
- Oh! - What?
- Sir. - No sir.
Cops are always uncle. Never sir.
- Commissioner uncle. - But I don't get something.
What does Bullet have to do with Anupam and Rajat's property?
- What? - What?
Don't worry, sir.
His cellmate will clear all our doubts.
- What? - Just a minute.
Sentry.
Sir.
- When will he come? - After he's done taking a dump.
- Gross! - Rubbish! Get lost!
Disgusting!
Malati didn't know Bullet got out of jail.
Trust me, Malati had no idea.
She was planning her wedding night.
Even set up a pandal at her house.
- Huh? - Yes.
Caterers are charging 450 bucks per plate.
- For fish and chicken? - That's what they said.
Shut up!
Idiot!
Moron!
Scumbag!
Bastard!
- Rascal! - Cool! Cool!
Heart fail... Boss, sit.
Anupam.
That's Matahari's dad, Bolihari. Seems dangerous.
- You're right. - Shut up!
Stop shouting, uncle.
You dragged us here at gunpoint.
I know you're up to something.
But behave yourself.
Talk to us with respect.
You might be old money. But we've just become rich.
- Am I wrong? - Not at all.
I think he's got his panties in a bunch.
- What? - I'm sure.
Or else, he wouldn’t have knocked us out and abused us.
I know... Hey.
- Hey. - Yeah?
You can speak their language.
- Talk to them. - Why me?
You said you know their language.
- Ask them what's wrong. - Come on.
- Go! - Tell them to watch their tongue.
- He doesn't know who I am. - Hey.
- Stop! Move! Stand! - Oh no!
They're ill-treating us.
What happened, Michael?
Any problem?
(speaking gibberish)
Last paper...
Lease signed...
Hundred crores... Matahari... Zico...
What?
Ganesh Muti.
(indistinct)
Money.
Give.
- What's going on? - Don't know.
- Kill them. - Yes.
Dead!
They'll slit our throats.
Why is he behaving like this?
- Hey! - What's wrong with him?
- What happened to you? - Are you feeling unwell?
What happened?
Nothing yet. It's going to happen.
- Huh? - What?
A felon took this 100-crore property on lease.
What?
Then fooled this swine and transferred the lease to him.
- Swine? - Yes, bloody swine!
What do you mean?
This bloody swine, Bullet, doesn't have 100 crores.
What!
He has a loan of 100 crores on him.
And 50% of that is ours.
That means we have to repay the loan too.
What lease, loan, swine?
I'm the one with the 100 crores. Tell me clearly.
Let me explain it to him.
- Please go ahead. - Tell him.
- My dear. - Yes?
- Tell me the truth and I'll let you go. - Okay. Oh gosh!
Does the property belong to the felon or your father?
- Hmm? - Uh...
Father.
Father, huh?
Then who the hell is Zico?
Ah!
Hey, Zico. Speak up or I'll bust your balls.
Sir, stop her. Zico is a lifer.
Malati, stop it!
No one in Birpur could stop me.
This fat cop thinks he can.
She can't body-shame.
It's a crime.
- Crime. - Crime.
Am I the criminal?
Or this scum who's insulting my Bullet?
Show him the photos. Come on.
Here.
Haven't seen these criminals in jail.
- I'll kill you! - Criminal...
They're not criminals. They're gentlemen.
Hey. Tell me something.
Did Bullet mention Anupam and Rajat?
Hmm...
- No. - What?
Then what did you hear?
Poetry!
Shave your beard. Shave your armpit.
My goodness!
If you have a clean body, your family life will be a hit.
Isn't it nice?
Huh?
Zico.
Bless me so that I can become a great poet like Tagore.
- Give me your blessings. - Okay.
- I'll recite a social poem for you. - Oh! Okay.
Just wrote it.
Let the drums roll. The festival is here.
Not again!
Let the drums roll. The festival is here.
Clean the wax out. Let it not block your ear.
Zico, how--
(indistinct chatter)
Zico?
These unsocial people don't know culture.
You understand because you're old.
- Are you a big fan of mine? - No.
That's my mat.
Give it back.
Oh my God! Oh no!
Open the door. Please open up!
My gosh!
Damn it! I can't...
You?
- Cow! - Huh?
- Cows give us milk. - Oh my God! Not again!
- The milk is so thick. - Run, run.
Run!
You'll be a goner... Hey, wait for the rhyme.
Cows give us milk.
The milk is so-- It's my new poem.
Cows give us milk.
The milk is so thick.
Brother Zico.
- I'll recite for you. - No.
Cows give us milk. The milk is so thick.
You'll be a goner...
if an ant bites you in the...
- Damn it! - What is he saying?
My God! I can't take it anymore!
- New jail! - New jail!
- Calm down. Don't worry. - New jail! New jail!
- I'm here for you. - New jail!
Zico, what do you want?
Right, I just can't.
If you don't want me to kill the bloody poet
build a new jail for him.
Or build a new jail for us.
- I'll get it done-- - New jail!
- What the hell! Stop it!
- New jail? - Yes.
It's not some toy that I'll get it from the store.
Do you want us to go deaf?
What's the solution?
Let go of me.
Your jail. Your problem.
You solve it.
Okay?
- Let's go! - Let's go!
Get out!
- We want new jail! - Keep quiet!
- We demand new jail! - New jail!
- New jail!
Hello, Judge.
So sweet of you.
Give it to him.
Why did you release me early, sir?
The power of your poetry and your cultural endeavours
forced the prison authority to request for your early release.
- Oh! - That's not all.
Your cellmate, Zico, gathered the support of all the inmates.
The judge was happy to grant your release.
- "Wonderpool!" - Here.
I hope the way your poems have pushed the inmates over the edge
it also pushes Bengalis all over the world.
Don't cry. Don't cry.
Don't cry, Bullet.
- Zico, my bro. - Don't cry.
Where will I keep so much respect?
Keep it here.
What's this?
This is the deed of my 100-crore property in Thailand.
Hun--
- Hundred crores? - Hundred crores.
- Bullet, my bro. - Zico, my bro.
Bullet.
I'm rotting in prison for life.
And my property in Thailand is rotting away too.
You...
Your poems...
- tortured the hell-- - What?
Your poems helped me.
This property is nothing in return.
Come on.
Sign.
- Should I? - Yes, please.
Ganesh Maity.
I agree with the jailor.
Hope your vicious poetry travels beyond the borders
and strikes Thailand.
- Thailand! - Yes.
- Released at the right time. - Why?
If you don't claim the property in three days...
my property will be lost.
- What? - Yes.
Then what's the solution?
Solution to all your problems.
(announcement over PA system)
- Zico! - Bullet!
That's the whole story.
- Disgusting! - Hey.
Is there something wrong with the property?
Don't know. The Thai authorities would know.
- Huh? - Ask them.
What's the address?
I don't know.
It's in the property deed I gave to Bullet.
- Quite natural. - Shut up!
The rascal reciting poems at midnight...
- I'll skin him alive if I get hold-- - Stop it!
I don't get one thing.
Why did Bullet give half of his 100-crore property
to Anupam and Rajat?
Why did he?
Why didn't he keep it all for himself?
Hmm?
Zico duped Bolihari and you duped us, bro.
How would I know Zico is a fraud?
Don't lash out at me.
Feel sorry that Zico framed your innocent, cultural friend.
File a "complement" against Zico in High Court.
- It's a "complaint". - Same thing.
We'll have to survive first.
If we're still alive, we'll file a complaint against you.
Don't get so worked up.
Cool, Rajat!
Bolihari hasn't given his final decision about killing us.
The oldie will decide once we tell him...
if we can return his 100 crores today. Right?
But we haven't told him if we can, you fool.
But can you pay him back?
Let me do the math. Wait...
Hmm...
- No. - There you go.
- Neither can we. - What?
Nor our entire dynasty.
Not even if we sell everything.
We'll never be able to pay him back.
Oh no!
What?
What if you sell your underwear heart, liver and kidney too?
Won't that be enough?
- No! - No!
Then we shouldn't keep the oldie waiting.
Let's tell him we're broke.
Rajat-- He hit me!
"Wonderpool!"
Commissioner uncle.
Please help us.
- Come to Thailand with us. - Dear, I work for Kolkata Police.
My jurisdiction is limited to the Kolkata airport.
You'll have to take it from there.
Your husbands are in trouble because of your greed.
Commissioner uncle.
Be it Mother or Daughter-in-law.
When husbands are in danger...
Wives step up to save them.
Be it here or abroad!
And tomorrow!
- Save the husband! - Save the husband!
- I'll kill you, bastard! - Kill him.
Brothers...
You shouldn't kill someone who's about to die.
Why did you get us in trouble?
Look.
I've never been abroad.
And I don't know English.
It's a matter of crores, after all.
Didn't want to screw it up by hiring amateurs.
You know what happened last time.
Shut up!
That's why I hired both of you for 25 crores each.
- That's a lot of money. - Please kill... Kill him.
- Kill him! - Do you know who we are?
We're members of Oppressed Husbands Council.
At least, I have that.
You don't even have it.
- What are you talking about? - You don't have guts.
Guts!
Hey!
"Hellos."
Look, he's here.
Get up. Come on.
(humming)
Bolihari... Order...
- What's his order? - Are we free to go?
- Goner! - Wow! What did he say?
Hundred crores... Gone...
- Hundred piece... Cut cut... - No justice?
- Zico conned you. - Zico.
Yes, him.
Then Zico conned Bullet.
We have nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.
Right you are.
Right, bro?
- If you have to kill someone, kill him. - Yes.
We have 50% of the property.
- Twenty-five percent each. - Right.
Hey.
He alone has 50% of the property.
Alone.
- Fifty percent? - Yes.
- Think. - Yes, think.
So what?
- So what? - So what?
So what?
- Is this a joke? - This is Thailand!
Not India! Okay?
Hmm.
(indistinct)
What!
What are you whispering?
(indistinct)
- Tell me your plan too. - Get lost!
- Listen... - Listen...
- Cut money. - Cut money.
What?
- Bribe. - Bribe.
No!
Please tell your boss.
Please tell him to let us go.
We're simple villagers from West Bengal.
- Please, brother! - Let us go!
- They've got a drunk. - Please...
He's drunk. What's he doing here?
Please don't kill us! He's drunk!
- He's a drunk doctor. - How will he treat us?
- Please don't do this. - Why is he checking my heartbeat?
- Strange! - What did he say?
- No heartbeat. - Hey! What?
- Dead! - Oh my God! I'm dead!
- I'm dead! Dad! Aunty! - Please let us go!
Again. Again.
- Thank you. - I'm dead!
- Not again! - Please let us go...
(indistinct)
- Checking my heartbeat again? - Please let us go...
All okay!
- No! - No!
- All okay! - I'm dying! I'm not okay!
Let us go!
Finish!
Punishment ready!
Okay.
Go ahead!
They're taking him away.
- They're so mean. - Oh my God!
Oh my God! Oh my God! Untie me!
- Let me go! - Bloody rich monsters.
Didn't even ask our last wish.
- O my wife! - O my wife!
Cut the drama!
Your husbands are not kids that someone can lure them.
Watch your tongue!
Don't say a word against my husband.
My husband is a great man.
Your husband is the root of all problems.
Your husbands are liars.
Liars!
Oh my God!
- You called my husband a liar? - Yes.
Your husband is a robber. A criminal!
- Try saying it again. - Calm down.
- Wait, I'll show you. - Stop it!
Stop fighting.
Make up. Come on.
- I didn't start the fight. - To hell with her!
There she goes again. Do you see that?
- Look at her! - Look!
Uff! Shut up!
Don't forget.
Our husbands are missing.
I don't want to die! No! Oh no!
Uncle, please let us go!
- I don't-- - Rajat!
Rajat!
One!
Two!
Malati...
Rai...
Three!
Save me, Lord!
Stop!
What happened?
Huh?
- Who says Lord? - Bring him here.
I didn't say anything.
I swear on Goddess Kali of Birpur Temple.
I didn't say. He say. This guy.
Yes, him. Not me.
I knew you'd get us killed some day.
Umm...
- Were you chanting prayers? - No, I wasn't.
- Hey, why are you lying? - Hey!
Not you?
Admit it.
I said it.
Yes, it was me.
- Open. - Open?
- Open.
Open... Oh gosh!
Why are they uncuffing us?
What the hell is happening?
What's going on? What do they want?
We're headed for something worse than death.
(chanting prayers)
I told you.
Only God can save us. And he did.
Thank you, God!
- We're part of a twisted game. - What?
I'm telling you again.
- Something worse than death-- - Shut the hell up!
Quiet! Quiet!
- Flowers. - Flowers?
Holy grass.
Offerings.
Oh no!
Sweet balls.
Take a bite.
Jaggery candy.
- Huh? - Huh?
Your God. My God.
Your Lord Krishna. My Lord Krishna.
You're a devotee. Matahari is a devotee too.
- Devotee? - Hmm.
- How can I kill you? - Right.
How can a devotee kill another devotee?
Thank you, God!
But a crime is a crime.
- Punishment must. - Hmm.
- What? - What?
Michael.
- Going to kill us. - What?
Michael!
Hey...
(indistinct)
- No! - Yes.
- What's wrong? - Go!
Go!
What did he say, bro?
What's wrong?
- What did uncle say? - Hey, bro.
Very serious?
Why is she smiling?
(indistinct)
- What? - No! No! No!
- No way! - No!
- I can't! I don't want to! - I didn't do anything.
- He was praying. Not me. - Not me! Not me...
He was praying. Why should we get into trouble?
- Rajat? - Yes, him.
No, no, no.
- No, no. - He means yes.
- Yes! Yes! Yes! - Yes! Yes! Yes!
(chanting prayers)
(singing)
- Gansha! - Anupam!
Freedom!
Hey.
- Hey. - Once again!
Stop it.
Please help me out, guys. This is not a joke.
Anupam, you're my childhood friend.
Here, I'm doomed and you're busy singing.
I'm trying to save you because you're my childhood friend.
How are you saving me?
Second marriage, bro!
Okay, fine.
Did you get what Bolihari said?
He...
He didn't kill us because his daughter is a devotee.
Hmm.
- But he didn't spare us either. - True.
He's given us one condition.
Marry his daughter and he'll forget about 100 crores.
It's the only thing that can save us.
- What will I do with two wives? - Don't worry about it.
One will definitely kill the other when they meet.
You'll end up with only one wife.
Oh gosh! I'll be ruined.
Lord, I'm in trouble because I was greedy.
Anupam.
Please think of a way out.
Hey.
- What happened to you? - He's thinking.
Huh?
There's a way out.
Hey.
Will you marry her?
Thank you.
- No, you will marry her. - What?
But you'll have only one wife.
How?
I don't get what you're saying.
I don't get it. Tell me clearly.
- That's the plan. - Plan?
- Bullet. - Yes?
Do you have a sacred thread?
No, I have chest hair.
- Chest hair... - Why?
Chest hair...
- You-- - Hello!
- Oh my God! - Oh my God!
Bolihari... Order...
What did he order?
Huh?
- Wedding rituals... Ready... - Wedding rituals...
Cameraman... Photoshoot.
- Say cheese! - Get going.
Go on.
- So quickly... - Developed country...
- Come. - Wow! Developed "county".
- Get going. They're waiting. - Come on.
- Don't push... - Get going.
Hurry up. We're hungry.
- Go, Rajat. - Come.
- What's wrong, Rajat? - Go, Rajat!
- Cockroach! - What!
- Where? - There!
- Hey! - Stop, rascal!
Humpty is in trouble again Tied to the ball and chain
He's on the run! Run! Run!
It's time to run! Run! Run!
His heart aches in secret
His heart breaks in silence
No time for words
Damage is already done
Humpty is in trouble again Tied to the ball and chain
Humpty is in trouble again Trying to lose the ball and chain
He's tying the knot again Oh what pain!
Humpty is in trouble again Trying to lose the ball and chain
He's tying the knot again Oh what pain!
Run! Run! Run!
It's time to run! Run! Run!
Run! Run! Run!
How do you feel?
- Dead inside. - I won't get them married.
Listen to the priest for now.
Get lost!
I feel great. I'm so happy.
Your bride. And father-in-law.
- Beautiful! - Yeah.
Me, father-in-law!
I know, oldie.
- Hey, what's wrong? - My gosh!
No...
Looks like a wedding.
Huh?
Yes, exactly. A wedding?
Never thought I'd be a guest at my own husband's wedding.
Please stop crying.
- Let's go inside. - I'm sure something is wrong.
Hurry up and finish the rituals.
- Hurry up. - Okay, let's get started.
Start chanting.
God, forgive me if I make a mistake.
Repeat after me.
O Goddess, I bow before thee!
- O God... - O Goddess, I bow before thee!
Stop mumbling. Say it properly.
- O Goddess, I bow before thee! - I bow before thee!
Take the flowers, idiot. Repeat after me.
I'll chant hymns softly or loudly.
- I'll chant hymns softly or loudly. - I'll chant hymns softly or loudly.
Offer the flowers.
They're making me sin.
Why are you exchanging looks?
- Remember the timing. - Okay.
- Come on, smile. - Smile.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Hi. - Hi.
Are you from India?
- Does she know you? - No, she doesn't.
Maybe your saris--
They must've guessed from our saris.
- Beautiful sari! - There you go.
- She said beautiful sari. - Thank you. Bye.
- Bye. - See you.
- Your saris... - What to do now?
- Is she Rajat's bride? - We left the bags with the cops.
- Oh no! - Let me think!
Okay. What is it?
Done?
Problem solved.
- Huh? - Let's go.
- What does she mean? - I don't get it.
- Come on. - Where are you going?
Come on. Quietly.
- Why are we going in? - To change our clothes.
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, repeat!
(indistinct chatter)
Hail mighty Ranjit Mallick!
Do I have to tell you every time?
- We're chanting the wrong hymn. - Just repeat!
- Hail mighty Ranjit Mallick! - Hail mighty Ranjit Mallick!
If caught, will be bowled quick!
- If caught... - Quick, Mallick!
Quick, Mallick!
- "Quick, Mallick?" - That's what she said.
It's okay.
Okay, that'll do. Learn from her.
"Wonderpool!" "Wonderpool!"
Beautiful!
- "Thanks you". - My pleasure.
Oldie is having fun.
Come on. The flowers!
Next hymn.
(indistinct chatter)
Have you forgotten?
(chanting)
Repeat.
(chanting)
Okay. Your turn.
(chanting wrong hymn)
Let it be. That's enough.
Now the final moment.
What?
- Vermillion ceremony. - Oh no!
Oh! Yes! Okay.
- Do I have to? - Where's the vermilion?
No...
Here it is.
Take it.
Come on.
(indistinct chatter)
Take this vow seriously. Okay?
Lots of rituals in a Bengali wedding.
Oldie is enjoying it.
Let's carry on.
My heart is yours--
What the hell is going on? Who are they?
Too young to get married. No culture.
I'll forget the words. Get lost!
Anupam!
Ask them to come back when they're older.
Let's take it from the top.
My heart is yours.
- I hear my... - Look at her and say.
- Yours! - Good!
Now the last line.
Do you remember? Say it correctly.
Come on.
Okay.
Your...
heart...
is mine.
Don't look at me. Look at her.
Say it!
Your...
Rajat...
- Your... - Rajat...
- No, no...
...heart...
Rajat...
...is mine.
Hey!
- My Krishna! - Rajat?
My Krishna!
Rajat!
- Rajat... - Oh my God!
- What joy! He's dead! - Perfect timing!
Is he dead?
- Massive heart failure. - Oh no!
Spot dead!
- Your son-in-law is dead. - No!
The groom is dead! The wedding is over!
- Groom dead! - No marriage!
- Dead! - It's a disaster!
Stretcher!
- No! - My Krishna...
- Don't touch. - Don't touch.
Put the body on the stretcher.
Where are they? Careful.
- What's wrong? - Why are they crying?
- I think it's a wedding ritual. - Never heard of it.
- Why are they crying? - I smell something fishy.
- Keep quiet. - There she is.
- Ask her. - Excuse me?
Why are you crying? Is the wedding over?
Rajat finished. He had a heart attack.
Rajat finished? Heart attack?
Rajat finished?
- Heart attack? - Heart attack!
- O Lord! - She's fainted!
- We don't know for sure. - Yes, Maya.
- Don't believe what others say. - Right.
Hail Lord Krishna!
You're a widow now, my dear.
- Get it? - Dad!
- Nothing your dad can do. - Don't cry.
No alcohol. No non-veg food.
And no looking at other men.
My Lord!
You have to follow all the rituals.
They don't get it.
Does anyone know Bengali and Russian?
- Explain it to them. - Come on.
Any Bengalis here? Raise your hands.
- Raise your hands. - Me!
Please come forward.
Here you are.
Bengalis in western dresses!
Please explain...
So homely!
Excuse me.
"Thanks you."
- Hey, a snake! A snake! - What?
- Go! Catch him! - Hey!
Hey, rascal! Wait up!
- Wait, I'll show you! - Malati!
Rajat... Dead...
He's dead.
My path is clear now. Serves him right!
Matahari, you're all mine.
Cheers!
What's the time?
- Dead! - Dead.
Deceased.
Kicked the bucket.
Oh, man! What age!
Time for you to kick the bucket.
I knew you're a bloody fraud.
- We need to talk. Come on. - Brother Anupam.
- I'm scared of guns. - I know, dear. Come.
- That's the whole story. - It's your fault.
- No, Malati. - You got them all into trouble.
- No, I didn't. - Now's not the time.
The cops have surrounded the house to arrest Bolihari.
We have to figure out how to get Rajat's body out.
Right.
- What's wrong? Don't cry. - Why are you crying?
- Why is she crying? - Oh damn!
- Brother! - Yes? Tell me.
Tell me the truth.
What happened to my one and only husband?
- Was he killed? - Please don't cry.
Or we'll all end up dead.
Ask her to lower her voice.
- I want to go to my husband. - Where are you going?
- Let me go! Let me go! - No, Maya.
Please don't go.
I'll take you to him, sister. I promise.
Just remember you're not our wives.
- What? - Why?
Then what are we?
You have to put up an act. Pretend to be sleepers.
- What? - Pretend to cry.
What is he saying?
- He means weepers. - She's right.
What? What?
Madhusudan Dutta, Anupam.
Not Michael?
Madhusudan Dutta?
My goodness!
Carry on.
Are you making fun of me?
The Kolkata chit-fund scam got me into trouble.
That's why I moved to Thailand.
I joined the gang as a half-Brazilian and half-Russian.
Bolihari's gang.
He's the mafia.
Then I fell in love with his daughter, Matahari.
Madhusudan Dutta, you're a Bengali.
Why didn't she fall for you?
They think I'm half-Brazilian and half-Russian.
Now if I tell them I'm a Bengali, they'll blow my head off.
What will happen to me? Please try to understand.
They're very dangerous.
What if--
- What happened? - Death. You carry on.
So, brother...
A lot of Indian men have used her.
They've fooled her and taken all her money.
Zico was the last guy.
Zico!
He stole her property.
I couldn't stop him. I'm a worthless fellow!
Don't cry.
- It hurts, brother. - I believe...
God is watching us.
Is he really watching us? Are you sure?
He's watching us. He sees everything.
Trust me, brother.
Only you know my real identity in this country.
My dear brother, Anupam.
Someone else knows it too.
I know. God knows about it.
I know.
Yes?
Oh my God! Ghost!
- What the hell is wrong? - Anupam, sorry.
I'm still alive, idiot!
- You want to win over Matahari. - Yes.
We want to return home to our wives too.
- The dead can't walk to the airport. - Right.
- That's why it's your job now. - Job?
You have to put me in a coffin.
And take me to the airport so that I can fly home.
The airport is a long boat-ride away.
Very difficult.
Then we can't even help you.
Not fair. Can't blackmail me--
Shut up!
Sir! Sir!
What happened?
Big problem.
Foreign dead body... No burn... This country...
Foreign body... Deliver... That country.
Boat arranged.
But death certificate?
Death certificate? Didn't think about it.
- Doctor Nikuchi! - Doctor Nikuchi!
Damn it!
Rajat...
Don't move... Don't move...
Hey!
Who is it?
- What are you doing here? - We're screwed, bro.
- Hands off my husband! - Hey!
Or I won't spare you!
- Get away from him! - Calm down.
- Who are you? - Who am I?
- Look at her audacity!
I'm his legally-wedded wife. I'll show you!
I'll tell you who I am. Get up!
- I'll beat you black and blue. - Teach her a lesson.
Warn her! I'll show you who I am.
- Bloody foreigner! - Please stop Maya!
She's the don's daughter. She'll shoot us.
- Don't stop Maya! - What?
- Maya, skin her alive! - Hey!
- How dare you touch my husband? - Her dad is the mafia.
- And my dad is retired. - So what?
- I don't care who her dad is. - Stop it! Stop it!
Who are you? Why are you fighting?
Why is she crying?
Who are we?
- We're their-- - No, no, no!
We're from India. We're weepers.
- Weeper? - Explain it to her.
It's simple.
His loss. Her tears.
- Right. - Rajat...
Indian tradition.
Known person dead. Unknown person cry.
- Wow! Great. - Okay.
- Matahari! - Oh no, oldie!
- Oldie is here. - Oldie?
Matahari...
Who are they?
Who is he?
They're weepers.
Known person dead. Unknown person cry.
- Nice! - Indian tradition.
- Okay.
Where is Dr. Nikuchi?
- Nikuchi? - Sir!
- Here's Dr. Nikuchi. - What?
Dr. Nikuchi?
Uh...
Totally drunk.
Drinking, driving, enjoying life.
- Gone! - Oh, dead!
Oh no! Death certificate...
- I check body. - No! No!
- No! - No!
Stop him!
You and your daughter are widows.
You can't touch the body. It'll be a horrible sin!
Yes, sir.
Then who?
- Who? - Who?
Who?
- Michael. - What? Why, Anupam?
Michael!
- Michael is on our side. - Oh!
Got it. Got it.
You changed sides.
Typical Bengali!
What happened?
Michael?
- I check body. - Check.
- Please hold. - Okay.
The body is on the floor.
- Oh my God! - Hey!
- Hey, be careful. - Naughty boy!
Look at him.
Let's see...
Oh!
Dead...
- Look at him. - Who laughing?
Another Indian tradition.
Sometimes, laugh. Sometimes, cry.
Yeah.
- Bullet. - Yes?
- Will Matahari be mine? - Yes, bro.
Don't worry about it. Keep quiet.
When will I come out of the coffin?
- Get up when I knock twice. - Sounds good.
No, that's risky. What if I get confused?
Think of something else.
Damn it! The kids are here again!
School's over and they're roaming around.
Get lost!
Anupam...
- What are you looking for? - I took a whistle from the kids.
- Blow the whistle and he'll come out. - No, no.
Play a unique tune I can remember.
Heavy. Too tired.
Get going, brother.
- Oh gosh! It's tough. - No, no. My God!
- What a singer! - It's not a music school.
Easy tune.
- Will I tell you an easy one? - Go ahead.
- Great! - Bloody whistle-stealer!
- It'll be easy to play. - Okay.
How long will it take?
Just come out when you hear the tune.
- Never seen a dead man talk. - Cry or we'll be shot dead.
Don't move!
Take care, Rajat.
Farewell, brother.
Stop blinking.
(indistinct chatter)
- Hurry up or we'll be in trouble. - Some water.
(indistinct chatter)
- Husband! - Matahari, come back.
Hurry up. Come on.
Destiny! Fate! Please come.
- Crocodile tears! - Start crying.
We're weepers.
Start!
Oh my gosh! Please don't drop me.
Thank God!
- He's dead. Dead! - He's taken out his gun.
My God! Did they get caught?
Bullets and gunfight?
What happened?
Why is it moving?
- "Disco-balance." Not used to it. - "Disco-balance."
What's wrong?
Doesn't even fetch a bucket of water at home.
- But he's carrying the coffin easily. - Just imagine!
Let him come home. I'll teach him a lesson.
I won't wait for him to come home.
I'll make sure he fries 25 crores fish.
And tomorrow!
- Balls will be busted! - Balls will be busted!
Off we go to a distant land.
- Who are the kids? - They're playing the same tune.
We'll get into trouble.
Stop them, Michael.
That's the tune! We've reached.
So quickly?
Are you from Sodepur school?
- Go back to school! - Listen to me.
- Stop them! - Hey, people!
- Damn it! What a mess! - Please go!
What the hell is going on?
Hey!
Anupam.
Bullet.
- What's going on? - What happened?
Gone mad... Very happy...
Put me down.
Coffin down.
Hey?
Down?
Hey!
- He said coffin down, Bullet. - No, no!
- No! - No!
- My order. Coffin down! - No, no...
Put it down or they'll shoot us.
Wait! Stop it!
Stop!
Hey!
Finally! We're at the airport.
- Get lost! Get out! - Get lost!
- Open. - No!
No!
Anupam.
Hey!
No open. No, never.
- No, no. - Can't let the ghost out.
Ghost!
Oh my God! So scary.
Hey, open up.
Open!
- Oldie won't listen to us. - Rajat.
- Not now, Rajat. - What? Oh my gosh!
- Is he alive? - What! He's alive?
(indistinct chatter)
Damn it!
Here I am.
- What! - Why are they running away?
(indistinct chatter)
Where's the airport?
We're dead!
Why do you look worried?
What's wrong?
The dead... Is back...
Damn it!
Who's dead?
The dead has come back to life. Oh what joy!
- Come on, dance! - What the hell!
- Why are you dancing? - Dance, dance!
Fooled us!
- Fooled us! - Oh no!
Kill!
Cheaters!
No!
Dad!
"Al habibi!"
- Let's run, maybe? - Let's run, maybe?
- Run! - Run!
Oh my God!
I wouldn't have come out if I hadn't heard the tune.
- Where are we going? - Just keep running.
- This way! - Move it!
Hurry. Get on the boat.
- Why did you come out? - That tune was my signal.
Stop talking and get on the boat.
Can't run anymore.
- Hurry up! - Watch your step!
- Get up! - Start the boat.
Matahari!
There goes the hairy bastard! Hurry up!
- Let's go. - Come on.
- How to open the gate? - Break it open!
Opened it.
Where are they?
Why did he get on the boat?
Who cares!
Where are our husbands?
Did something happen to them?
No.
We won't let anything happen to them.
And tomorrow!
- We'll take charge. - We'll take charge.
Let's go.
How beautiful!
We don't have all this in Babughat, right?
That's where I first met Rai.
We got away.
Are our wives safe?
They're our wives.
They'll catch us at Kolkata airport.
Don't worry. Let's get out of here.
I don't feel like leaving Malati behind.
We got into a mess because of our greed.
Drama king!
- It's all your fault. - Please don't embarrass me.
No point blaming him.
We were blinded by greed too.
Thought we'd make our wives happy.
Pay off our installments. Make more money.
We were greedy as well.
It's not all his fault.
- Hey! - Hey!
- Matahari? - Liar!
You broke my heart.
- And I will kill you. - Wait!
Please let me explain.
Matahari.
Listen.
They're not at fault. They're innocent.
I cheated you.
Saw the three Indian weepers?
They're our wives.
We didn't tell them where we were.
But they sniffed us out.
If you kill us today...
they'll follow us to heaven as well.
Because they love us.
That's how Indian Bengali wives are.
Drama complete? Get ready.
What did she say?
- She didn't buy it. - Please no...
- She doesn't believe us. - Get ready.
Don't kill us.
She's going to kill us.
Please don't kill us.
- My Malati is here! - I'll get to you later.
- How did you find us? - I knew you would come.
Kill us first!
- What the hell! - Stop the nonsense!
My husband!
You've never used vermilion.
You don't know how powerful it is.
You have to kill my husband over my dead body!
- Watch more daily soaps, Maya. - Bravo!
Move! I want to kill these three.
- Here she goes again! - Kill these three?
Krishna devotee and talking about killing people?
- Shame on you! - Shame!
Pretending to be Radha?
To be Radha, you must love unconditionally.
Must wait endlessly. Must cry rivers.
Wow!
Shut up! Don't teach me.
Hey, foreigner!
You've lost it. Completely lost it.
You've gone crazy about marriage.
Send me your photos.
There are lots of desperate bachelors in Kolkata.
I'll find you a groom.
Malati, why Kolkata?
We have an eligible bachelor right here.
- Oh! - There he is!
Hey, Michael!
You didn't even notice Michael loves you so much.
You're a blind fool.
Bro, come here.
Hey, Bullet!
Michael!
- Anupam! - Michael! Come here.
- Please handle Matahari! - Rajat!
What? Michael?
Yes. Michael really loves you.
But you didn't recognise his love.
He's not from Brazil. He's from India.
India is the land of love.
India is the land of Lord Krishna.
Michael is your Krishna.
She's right. I'm a true-blue Bengali.
You speak English so well.
So good!
- Teach me. - When we're back.
Are you my Krishna?
Yes.
Damn it!
Yes.
- You're not from Brazil? - No, no, no.
What!
I'm Madhusudan Dutta. From Duttapara, Sodepur, India.
My last poem.
Go for it, Bullet.
Love travels in and out of the Duttapara lane.
He's so talented.
Dutta's son will marry a pretty foreign babe.
- Malati, how's it? - Good one.
Great!
Hey, look at them.
Matahari.
- Our first kiss. - Why don't couples kiss more often?
- Don't they feel shy? - It's common in abroad.
I can't take it.
And tomorrow!
- Trouble at home! - Trouble at home!
And tomorrow!
- Balls will be busted! - Balls will be busted!
- Let's go! - Let's jump!