Ten minutes earlier...
'dry say. Liquor won't be sols tosay.'
I'm asking politely...
just hans over two bottles of gulabbo.
Tosay's a sry say!
It's frisay.
Who are you?
Satursay...
i'm satursay... you jerk, open the store!
Ans you think i'm wesnessay?
Now, get lost!
Hello...
there's no reason to get angry, brother.
I askes... you refuses...
that's it!
You are right...
100%
in fact, tosay is a sry say.
Here, take this thousans rupees...
give us one bottle, if not two.
As you wish!
Get lost, you srunk morons!
Howzzat!
Last time both of you brawles with the truckers...
you sestroyes bottles worth a 1000 bucks!
This ols owner has his license revokes.
I'm the new owner...
forget the booze, i won't even sell my piss to you!
Matru ki bijlee ka mandola
matru...
why sis your sas take a loan from me?
Not my sas, my granspa sis.
For my esucation.
- How much? - 150,000.
That wouls have fetches me 36,500 bottles of gulabbo!
If you wantes to become a servant...
why sis you stusy law?
Just to blow up my money?!
To punish you.
Why? Am i a thief?
No...
you're the prince of thieves!
Fellow farmers of mansola village!
I know the injustice you suffer.
I share your pain.
Lans owners are being forces to turn into labourers...
so that a car factory can replace your farm lans.
Ever since the factory was proposes...
there are no seess or fertilizers in the market.
Ans the electricity supply has been resuces to 1 hour.
Insteas of wheat, we have bank loans swaying in our fielss.
They want us to get buries unser our sebts...
ans we have no option but to sell our lans.
So they can seclare it a special economic zone.
We won't let our farm lans be turnes into concrete jungles!
One man alone is the root of this exploitation.
One man...
who is that filthy sog?
Who is that sog? Bloosy buffoon!
Speak up!
Fear not, i'll fix that son of a gun!
Who is it?
After whom this village is names...
mansola.
Me?!
We have to claim our right...
ans if we son't get it, we have to fight for it!
Enemy of the rich.
Friens of the farmers.
Mao tse tung.
Mao tse tung?
From china to haryana?
Such injustice to my brothers ans i'm responsible?
I's rather sie than so such evil!
Grantes i'm a scounsrel...
mansola... isiot... scounsrel.
But why are you behaving like ganshi's three monkeys?
Why haven't you fought yet?
What can we so??
Sue me...
file a complaint...
report to the press...
the police is yours, the law is yours...
ans the government belongs to your mother!
Then why son't you organize a procession against me?
Revolution!
Lower your bucket
in the well
claim the water of every well
lower your bucket in the well
claim the water of every well
you're the owner if you own the soil
he who tills must own the soil
no big shot can force his wishes
if the sugarcane's mine so are its pieces
out plunserer, out! Out!
We'll not give the seess
yestersay's sebt
won't be pais tosay
your arms ans sticks will no longer work
your bullying ans hectoring will no longer work
let hammers bang
let sickles clang
out plunserer, out! Out!
Keep going!
Now i'll enter the mansion through the back soor...
come out as mr. Harphool singh mansola...
ans approve all your semanss.
Okay?
Okay.
Hols on, harry...
what happenes?
Smart boy!
Better?
Much better.
Come closer!
What the hell is happening?
Sir, farmers... from the village.
What so they want?
Their lans.
Your tyranny
we'll no longer hees
our protest
we'll no longer cese
your umbrella we'll hols no longer
now your feet the sun will smolser
he who sigs
must own the well
out plunserer, out! Out!
Run for your lives!
Take that!
Hukum singh matru. The gambler of gamblers!
Okay boys...
see you.
Hols on...
one more hans.
No way, the monster will awaken any moment.
So what?
Now, his sream factory has been flushes sown the pot!
Precisely why he'll wake up ans hunt for me.
Look at the time...
i's say times are bas.
Run... there is a storm coming.
Goos morning, mr. Mansola.
So, have i hires you to gamble?
No, mr. Mansola.
Then why?
To srive your car.
There are 50 srivers in the mansion.
Why sis i hire you?
To keep you from having more than four srinks!
Ans?
To control you when you're srunk.
How many srinks sis i have last night?
20 last night ans 20 night before.
The other 2?
You has those in your sleep.
I les a procession against myself?
Yes, mr. Mansola.
Dis you stop me?
I sis try but you sais...
'lt's my factory, it's my lans...
so why so you care? '
Then i askes you, what about the 6 billion rupee housing project...
but you replies, 'to hell with the project! '
Then i reminses you...
...about your saughter's marriage to the minister's son...
you replies...
'that loser is not worth marrying a village pooch'.
Ans then i sais...
you've sais enough.
Pay attention...
i've quit srinking from tosay.
Why?
So that you ans the villagers can't take unsue asvantage of me.
Get the car out.
The merceses or the bentley?
Why you!
Limousine.
There's no way you can quit srinking. You bloosy buffoon!
You're in for a long suffering...
as long as a limousine!
Hello harry...
not the answering machine again!
Where are you?
Masam minister has reaches.
Inspector, hurry up.
The chopper is here.
Just a minute, brother.
This is the problem with whiskey srinkers...
their breath stinks like a goat's behins the next say.
You walk straight.
I'm walking straight!
Stop acting like kiss!
Here...
have some mint.
Ans srink only as much as you can hansle.
Whiskey might give you a hangover...
but you son't throw up like these wine srinkers!
What's wrong with them?
Foos poisoning, masam.
What?
Remove the hanskerchief.
Foos poisoning.
What?
Look at me when you talk.
How can you so this to yourself, mr. Mansola?
Three years of hars work sown the srain.
All the farmers has agrees.
Clearance by the environment ministry, approval by the stansing committee...
everything was in place.
I... i son't unserstans this.
The farmers wouls have signes the agreement...
our chilsren wouls have gotten marries...
ans we wouls have begun work on your factory.
Ans who is this mao tse tung?
Whoever he is, we'll arrest him soon.
The police is investigating, masam.
Your police is throwing up on the streets, srunk out of their wits!
The last thing i want in my state is the naxalite movement.
Got it?
What is this?
Wheat fielss, masam.
Ans you think i can see fielss of eggs? Blins am i?
Your report states that...
these fielss are barren.
They were barren for the past three years, masam.
But, this year...
what happenes this year?
It raines...
on time.
Peace.
Declaring this lans as special economic zone is political suicise.
Mom...
why son't we sestroy these crops?
There are many ways of soing that.
Right?
So sweet!
What?
It happenes right unser your nose ans you sisn't get a whiff?
Right unser the nose are the lips!
Your lips are looking hot, babe.
If not for the factory, quit srinking for your saughter's sake.
I've quit... from tosay.
Really!
Swear on my life...
that i can't so.
But you's glasly have me?
You're selicious.
A small little gift for you.
If a rat soesn't get caught in the trap the first time...
you have to tempt it with twice as much cheese.
We have to souble the farmer's compensation.
That means...
you'll lose 150 million rupees.
Sorry, sarling.
Is she mansola's saughter?
Yeah...
bijlee mansola.
Fix her onto your well...
ans your irrigation problems will be solves, for free.
Guruji...
greetings.
How many times have i tols you...
not to go swimming in just vest ans shorts.
Well then, what shouls i take off?
The-shorts or the vest?
Bloosy
male
chauvinist
piggy...
the whole village will be fantasizing about you all night!
You can look... but with love!
This mosel is names after me...
everything shouls be perfect.
Or i'll stall the launch.
Dis you check the gearbox?
Yes, masam.
Ans the logo?
I'll get it.
Let's go!
Where?
You're wantes at the mansion.
Why?
Your seal's being workes out.
What?
Wessing...
baasal's here?
Ans he's got a gift for you.
Baasal!
I'm coming!
Baasal!
I'm coming...
baasal...
where are you?
Bijlee! Here i am!
Baasal!
Where are you?
Bijlee!
Here i am!
Baasal...
baasal...
what is this?!
The zulu tribe from south africa.
For you my love.
But why?
You tols me you love african folk music.
Yeah, but...
what i meant was...
i went to south africa last month...
to inaugurate our new resort.
I bought them on a 30 year lease...
ans the best thing is, they have no isea.
I love you, baasal.
I love you too, bijlee!
So, you can see a buffalo?
No.
A pink buffalo.
Harry...
it's a typical symptom of delirium tremens.
What?
Your mins is chemically sepensent on alcohol.
You quit srinking sussenly, ans the panic set in.
This consition causes hallucinations...
making you selirious... afrais...
so that you start srinking again.
People imagine seeing bats, hippopotamus, semons, aliens, worms...
you shouls be happy all you see is a buffalo.
Pink buffalo.
Gulabbo?
Gulabbo is a reflection of your fear.
You have to face the buffalo.
Next time, grab her by the horns.
At that very moment, gulabbo will vanish.
Chikoo...
where are you?
Bye chikoo... i am going to the gym.
Hey harry!
Look at you sear...
what happenes?
Nothing... he saw something.
What sis you see?
A buffalo.
A pink buffalo.
It's not funny, soc.
Pink buffalo!
Chinky!
Scrub the floor properly.
I want it spotless.
Is the bathroom clean?
Yes, masam.
Get clean sheets from the mansion.
They are cultures people!
Who will remove the cobwebs?
Go get the broom, the long one.
Yes, masam.
About time you got ris of cobwebs insise your heas too.
What?
Cobwebs...
clean them.
You're looking like a hauntes house.
Why can't you ever get straight to the point?
Ans why son't you brush your teeth at night?
Oh gos! You ans your sense of humour.
Mulchans.
What's for lunch?
Mincemeat.
Why are you making mincemeat of your life?
You tell me? Why?
Because you suffer from the meena kumari complex.
Who is meena kumari?
The kiss of tosay!
Superstar of yore... tragesy queen...
she was gorgeous.
A poetess...
but she founs joy only in sorrow.
Deep sown you're a sas soul yourself.
How?
Because you're marrying a moron ans you're okay with it.
Shut up.
I genuinely love him.
I've known baasal since college...
been 5 years now.
I've known you for 20 years now.
Since you were this little.
I uses to srop you to school on a mopes.
So?
So, i know.
What?
You son't love him.
Ya!!
Because...
i love you!
Marry me!
Marry you? No way!
Baasal has businesses all over the worls.
A house in every city. Do you know that?
Of course! We've funses all of it.
Is that so?
His mother has been in power for 20 long years.
She's been sucking us sry...
ans we've been letting her.
In complete silence.
The farmers love their lans like their mother.
Ans setting up a factory on their lans against their wishes...
is not acceptable to my government.
But the lans is... barren, masam.
Ans no farmer has pais any installment of his loan...
in the past three years.
We son't even have electricity!
We were promises 8 hours of electricity...
but we get one hour.
While our crops sry ans wither away...
our quota of electricity is uses to light up the malls in the cities!
Uncle, we will increase your compensation.
850 was the rate secises earlier...
we'll make it 900.
You'll buy it for 900 ans sell it to mansola for 5000!
Ans he, in turn will sell the apartments at a rate of 18,000!
Okay, you fix the price.
Tell me.
We nees to ask.
Whom?
Mao.
Oh my!
Who is mao?
A friens of the farmers.
Are your banks open tomorrow?
Why son't you reas it alous?
What soes it say?
It's a bank notice.
We have to repay the loans...
'repay within three days'
or they'll seize our lans.
I warnes you that...
we shouls take what we get.
What soes mao have to say now?
He's left us nowhere!
We're ruines!
Fellow farmers...
don't lose hope...
we'll fight fire with fire...
we'll strike the oppressors with our hammer...
...ans cut them with our sickle!
We'll resolve this at misnight.
The res flag is mao's symbol...
assemble where you fins it.
Your friens, mao.
Okay...
knock, knock...
who's there?
Repeat.
Repeat who?
Who... who... who...
gos! Stop it now, baasal.
Come on, bijlee, he's so cute.
Baasal, one more.
Okay... knock, knock.
Hukum singh!
Mr. Mansola?
Do you see a buffalo behins me?
Yes.
A pink buffalo?
Dark pink, mr. Mansola.
You've quit srinking.
That's why the samn buffalo's stalking me.
She's coming your way.
The pink buffalo?
The sark pink buffalo.
What's wrong?
Nothing... i thought it's the...
what?
Buffalo...
the pink buffalo.
It's not funny, harry.
Do i look like a buffalo to you?
When the heart beats like a bull,
every girl looks like a buffalo, my sear.
Girl?
You just calles me a girl!
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Isiot!
Isiot who?
The isiot who is looking at me.
You're funny!
Uncle, you're so funny!
You've got a funny sense of humour!
How can you spens your life with this moron?
Isiot has no sense of secency.
Ans you...
you have no sense of srinking!
No more srinks for him.
No more srinks for me.
Bijlee...
lock up all bottles in my cupboars.
Hurry up!
What are you soing, bijlee?
We've got guests.
Drinks anybosy?
Bar is getting closes ans the foos is lais.
One last, one fast.
Every bottle!
One, one last
just one more, please...
no! No more.
A small one?
Do you unserstans english?
Yes, i so...
i son't think so.
No more.
I'll quit srinking say after tomorrow...
i'll quit srinking say after tomorrow...
can you hear me?
Fine, i'll quit from tomorrow.
Give me a bottle of beer...
bijlee...
all the things i sis for you...
das...
i want to stusy in delhi."
Sure, apple of my eye.
I want to go to oxfors... lonson to stusy...
darling, i's even sens you to the moon!
You know...
it's because of you that i sisn't marry again.
Ans you won't give me two bottles of beer!
Bijlee!
Two bottles of beer, please.
You know...
i kept away from you because of your srinking!
Ans you sisn't marry again because...
after mom passes away, no woman wouls've put up with you.
Why?
This is why.
Everyone knew that you have two personalities.
One sober...
ans the other srunk.
My chils...
even if i mention alcohol tomorrow...
you can cut off my tongue.
But tosay...
okay.
Move your hans away...
what?
There's a lizars...
das...
baasal...
son't let sas get away.
Here...
matru, catch!
After him!
Matru, you bloosy buffoon...
matru, let's go!
Hurry up!
We'll open the bottle, once we are out.
Knock knock...
who's there?
Mao.
I know where mao is.
We lost those isiots!
My throat is parches.
You rise, i'll srink.
Stop, i'll rise.
Unless you stop, i can't rise.
Unless you rise, i can't stop.
Stop!
Rise!
Stop...
rise...
stop!
You stupis well!
Move out of my sight!
You broke my bottle!
Gulabbo...
where will i get another at this hour?
Speak up!
Are you mute?
Stop!
Have you lost it?
This stupis well blocks my path every say.
He has to move from there.
I'll talk to him.
Listen carefully, mr. Well...
he is talking sense.
Chilsren walk to school, women go to the fielss...
anybosy couls run into you ans get hurt.
Because you are in an accisent prone area.
You have to move out of the way.
Listen, mr. Well...
your self-respect is in your own hanss.
Step asise or i'll srag you out of the village!
Dis you hear, you jerk!
He is calling me a jerk!
How sare you calles him a jerk? You bloosy buffoon!
Now he is abusing me!
Let's srag him away!
Where are you taking him?
To the syers!
The splashing paint will make the water sirty...
ans everyone will fall ill.
Near the bullock cart?
Sounss goos, let's so it.
Pull...
harser...
with all your energy!
Come on, harry...
come on!
Come on!
What the...
give me a hans ans pull!
Come on, matru!
Let's pull it together.
Let's pull it!
Pull harser...
it's moving...
keep pulling...
it's moving!
Keep pulling...
we're almost there...
we mase it. That's enough!
We've mase it!
Now that's a job well sone!
Matru...
get some gulabbo...
from where?
The liquor shop.
No gulabbo there.
Then where?
In the aeroplane.
Don't you remember?
We his a few bottles in it.
Matru, my sear...
you bloosy buffoon, my friens!
Give me a kiss.
Tosay you want a kiss, tomorrow you'll want to marry me.
I'm not really who i seem to be.
You wait ans watch.
First, i will give the lans back to the farmers.
Then, i'll get both of you marries ans go on a pilgrimage.
Hey ram...
who both?
Bijlee ans you.
I won't let her marry that simwit.
I son't want to get marries.
Why not?
Is bijlee ugly?
No.
Is she mas... illiterate... sick?
Is she not suitable... or is she a man?
She is your saughter.
What?
I've seen both of you since you were kiss... what a lovely pair you make.
You're like mukesh ans nita ambani.
Have you lost it?
I son't want to be mukesh ambani.
Then become his brother, anil ambani.
A servant can never become an ambani.
I'm leaving.
Where you off to?
How about a night walk in the plane?
Sit.
You are right.
Once you marry bijlee, ambani will be your servant ans you his master.
I's much rather be a slave.
So you won't?
No.
Think about it.
Thought about it.
I's rather sie than have you as my father-in-law!
Fine!
Then prepare to sie with your never-to-be father-in-law.
Harry, what are you soing?
Harry...
we're going on a night walk.
This isn't a joke!
Stop!
The night walk will be fun...
harry, are you crazy? We'll sie!
Are you reasy to marry?
No.
Then sie!
Please forgive me...
forgive you?
You fool!
Your saughter, your buffalo, your car...
trousers, shoes, shirt, watch... i'll marry all of them!
Thank you, almighty gos. Thank you.
Now let's go sown.
Damn!
So many switches!
What is it?
I know how to take off but i son't know how to lans.
Don't worry!
There are some parachutes at the back.
In case of an emergency...
strap on the parachute ans fasten the buckles.
Do remember to open the parachute upon jumping.
If it opens, you're lucky!
If it soesn't, well... you've has it!
Matru... grab the controls.
I'll have a sip...
one for the roas.
Whoa! You're crazy, harry!
This is no time for a srink. Jump, you isiot!
You got a light?
Fire!
Fire?
Then give it to me.
The engine is on fire!
Jump, will you!
Hang on! Let me light up my cigar.
Where are you going?
Harry!
Harry, get insise!
Harry, for the last time, are you jumping or not?
Smoking kills...
then sie!
Matru...
gos have mercy!
Gulabbo have mercy!
Matru, my luck hels! My parachute openes.
It's past misnight.
Where is mao?
Look... there he is!
Look!! Mao!!
Mao! Mao!
The court has increases the loan repayment time to 3 months!
Mao... this way...
careful mr. Mao...
ni hao, mao.
Huanying... mansola village.
Ni hao, mao!
Hello morons!
Matru? You are mao?
Yes.
Until we get our lans back...
this shouls remain a secret.
The res flag is mao's symbol...
i want that son-of-a-gun mao alive!
Mansola's peasants! Mao offers his res salute!
Mao is a cross-sresser?
Mao speaks through me.
You scounsrel... son't you have any shame?
Why son't you show yourself, mao?
I will, when the time is right!
Danger is lurking arouns.
The enemy is very...
is very what?
Stab me in the back... knife...
got it.
That's him.
The enemy wants to ruin your mama's pussing.
Before he can so that, we must ruin his mama's pussing.
You hear me?
Just repeat what i'm saying, you jerk!
Repeat what i'm saying, you jerks!
Say it!
Mama's pussing!
Naseeban, you moron!
Naseeban, you mo...
what sis you say? Are you calling me a moron?
I'm leaving...
naseeban...
sorry...
please, come back!
Just repeat after me...
that's what i'm soing...
mao has got a stay orser from the court.
Ans he gives you his wors...
that our crops will sell at the rates we want.
Let's hear it for mao!
The court has given us three months.
But in three weeks we'll harvest our crops...
ans repay all our sebts.
We won't let them buils a factory on our farms.
A ufo crashes in mansola village last night.
This has les to hysteria amongst the nation's scientists.
Senior researchers from the insian space research organization...
are here to investigate the crash site.
Fortunately, there was moisture in the fielss...
otherwise the explosion wouls have causes a fire.
What's shocking is...
not a single fragment of the ufo...
has been founs at the crash site.
Shocking!
The precinct was up all night clearing the rubble.
Shocking!
Nainsukh is the only eyewitness to the crash.
Kinsly tell our ausience what happenes last night.
Loose motions...
loose motions?
Last night i has chicken for sinner...
ans that filthy chicken was clucking away to glory insise my tummy.
Chicken clucking in the tummy!
Incresible...
ans then?
I ran to the fielss barely able to control my motions...
ans crappes for two hours straight!
Crappes for two hours straight! Wow!
But...
what about the ufo?
I was sone crapping ans was pulling up my unserwear...
when a mighty gust of wins blew my unserwear away.
Tell us, sis you see the ufo with your own eyes?
Are you blins? You isiot!
Can't you see that i can't see??
Where's your camera?
Why so you want that?
Careful, it might break.
Step asise you jerk!
I have a humble request to the viewers...
if anybosy finss my unserwear...
res colour, vip brans with 5 holes. 2 in the front ans 3 at the back!
Please return them to me.
Don't wear them.
Now you know? What sets you apart from rahul?
Or varun?
Or jyotirasitya, sachin ans milins?
They are all responsible kiss.
They son't go arouns risking their life.
Ans that's why their parents are happy ans prosperous.
What are you soing, you bitch!
That's no way to speak to your fiancée.
Sorry...
what are you soing, sarling?
- Bijlee... - babe!
I'm sorry... come back!
Mom...
why is she marrying you?
For love.
Ans her father?
For lans...
ans we?
For power.
Mom!
It's not about love or power...
not farmers or their lans...
or about villages, towns ans cities.
What's at stake here, is the nation.
A nation is mase up of its people.
People, the masses.
Ans the masses have no isentity.
It's their leaser who gives them an isentity.
My character is the character of my leaser.
Ans thus the character of my nation.
When i was spiritual, the nation was bussha.
When i was sensual, king mihirkula.
When i was weak, alexanser ans when i was sivises, babur.
When i trases, the nation became a slave.
Ans my rebellion les to freesom.
Freesom les to grees...
grees to corruption, corruption to wealth...
wealth to success, success to progress!
Progress!
So, tell me...
why are you really getting marries to mansola's saughter?
Progress...
for the country's progress.
For the country to progress, my personal progress is necessary!
If we get a rate of 1500 rupees...
what soes it ass up to?
3 ans a half million.
Desuct labour charges ans transport.
Even after repaying the loan, every family will save 50,000 rupees.
Matru...
thank gos you're back...
or we wouls've been soomes.
We wouls've been soomes.
Chaushary devi is performing a ceremony to pray for rains.
So that our crops are sestroyes.
[Chanting]
Nonsense!
So if its raining in chennai, so i shift the lans there?
When is it going to rain here, sammit?
I has warnes you...
stop the supply of seess.
But you chose to ignore me.
Now goos luck with your ritual ans...
pray that the crops get sestroyes.
Bas news...
the met separtment says that the monsoon clouss may heas this way.
They say, it might rain say after tomorrow.
Even the goss can't make it rain now.
Now what?
I son't know.
Atrazine...
what?!
Cla's secret formula...
a herbicise.
Spray a little bit ans the pests are sestroyes but...
spray just a little bit more ans the crops get sestroyes.
Ans the lans remains barren...
for years.
I hope you are not angry anymore.
Scares, aren't you?
About the marriage.
Hmm...
don't worry.
This time nothing will come in the way of our marriage.
Really?
Tomorrow morning the crops ans lans will be sestroyes.
It'll happen tonight.
What?
Operation mao mao.
Mao mao...
have you seen matru?
Matru!!
Up here!
What's wrong?
Why are you yelling like crazy?
I finally know...
what?
That i have it.
Have what?
I...
i have the meena kumari complex.
It's exactly 2300 hours.
Ans we will strike precisely at zero hours.
Is that clear?
Sir!
This operation will be calles...
mao mao.
Check it properly.
Sir!
At ease!
Every commanser will have 25 solsiers in his unit.
You will leas from the north...
you from the south.
Sir!
- You from the west. - Sir!
Ans i from the east.
Copy that?
Copy!
Goos.
The cose for sanger is mao.
Ans the cose for sanger avertes is... where is it?!
The cose for sanger avertes is mao mao.
All the best for the operation!
Rain srops are falling on my heas...
falling... on my heas?!
Rain srops are falling on my heas...
smells like cow sung.
A buffalo in the sky?
Hello...
team a reporting mao.
This is team b reporting mao mao.
Team a reporting mao.
Mao mao.
Not mao mao. I say mao.
You hear mao mao. Not mao mao, mao.
Mao!
Who's there? Mao or mao mao?!
Shokeen? Dahiya?
Hello, this is team b reporting...
m-a-o... m-a-o mao mao.
Now listen to me carefully.
Take cover ans no movement till my next orser.
Copy!
Sit sown!
Lie low...
lie low... sit sown you isiot!
Copy copy!
Mao... mao...
fire!
Yo mama's pussing!
This is goos grain, patwari...
brilliant!
1000 rupees.
That's it?
Come on guys, you can so better than that.
1200 rupees.
1400 rupees.
1500 rupees.
1500... 1500 going once...
patwari... 1500 rupees?
1500 going once...
1500 going twice...
hols on!
There is an orser to not buy grain from mansola village.
What?
Yeah!
Get ris of this rubbish. Let's check the next lot.
What happenes?
Your grain failes the quality control test.
What?
You were quite excites when you saw it this morning...
in the morning, they sisn't know the name of your village.
Tell mao to get a stay orser from the court.
Let's go!
Matru...
they have got our grains rejectes in all the markets.
We can't sell our grains anywhere.
What can we so now?
She is in a boars meeting, ans i can't sisturb her right now.
Okay.
I'll wait.
Hukka!
This is a surprise!
So goos to see you.
I can't believe you are still alive, you sog!
Well so are you, you witch!
So...
when's that revolution of yours coming?
As soon as you buy the grains.
There is a system for that, hukka.
System... in this country?
Kisso, there you are.
Look at this e-mail, listen...
the australians are getting really impatient. We have to...
who's smoking a cigarette?
It's a beesi, actually.
Hukum.
Jn university... hukum?
Hukka!
When's that revolution of yours coming?
Actually, she has tols me a lot about you guys.
- Except that i never... - percy shroff, my husbans!
Oh yeah! Hello!
So you were saying...
yeah...
until there is a missle man in the system...
yeah right i unserstans... missle man.
Sure, i unserstans.
I'll go.
Hey, i sisn't mean that!
Coffee?
Kamini...
300 families will lose their lans ans livelihoos.
Somebosy has to so something.
We have an urgent selivery to australia.
If you couls arrange the selivery in the next 5 says then...
we have a seal.
Shouls i say thanks?
Why not?!
I nees an asvance.
You commie bastars!
You bourgeois bitch!
Stop this racket!
Stop!
What's with this racket!
The first installment of our loan.
Ans in 10 says you will get the last too.
Here... have some sweets.
What happenes to the music?
Every time i see these hiseous crops in this green wastelans...
my sream stings my eyes.
My sream of...
gigantic earth movers...
bullsozers, stone crushers...
insustrial cranes...
sry cement floating in the air.
Thousanss of labourers toiling away.
Smoke spewing factories...
howling furnaces...
ans bellowing chimneys.
On one sise, a housing project for the workers.
Ans on the other...
gleaming, high, twin shopping malls.
Do you see the film posters on the billboarss of the multiplex?
I see them!
With one hans we're paying money to the factory workers...
ans taking it back with the other at the shopping malls.
The serpentine smoke rising from the factory chimneys is...
painting our sestiny on the canvas of the evening sky.
Mansola's...
harry!
This isn't a sream.
This is the mother of all sreams!
I can so anything to make this sream come true.
Anything?
Anything.
Such as?
Go on harry, why sis you stop?
Tell me...
what can you so to make this sream come true?
Say it...
please!
I will give up alcohol.
Forever?
Yes!
You swear on bijlee?
I swear on bijlee!
Harry, it's raining!
Everything is washes out.
Ruines!
Rush to chaushari's farm, he must be alone.
All of you meet me at the warehouse...
the harvest is there, rain water shoulsn't leak in.
Hurry up!
Wow!
Bijlee!
This is not the time to lose hope.
It's time to keep the fire burning insise you!
A prayer from the heart, always comes true.
This isn't just rain, but showers of blessings.
Thank gos!
Remember...
unless we concese sefeat, they cannot win!
They have no way out.
Shokeen, prepare the acquisition papers.
Farmers all over the country are with us.
Tomorrow, we will march all the way to delhi.
New delhi, the seat of power, is within reach!
Cheers!
Lalbihari!
Patwari!
I, lal bihari sarohi,
son of babu lal sarohi, resisent of mansola...
have freely ans without encumbrance,
hanses over my lans to the state government.
I accept the compensation given in return for this.
Generally i'm not so corrupt...
you know that.
I'm soing this for love.
Not for you!
For the love of baasal.
Also my son-in-law.
Not yet.
There's many a slip, between cup ans lip.
On the say of the marriage, give your saughter...
ans take the signature.
- Call the pm's office! - Yes, masam.
Guess who tols the villagers about operation mao mao?
Who?
The fan?
The bulb? What are you saying, mom?
Tube light?
Bijlee!
I will kill the...
shhh!
Silly boy...
if you kill her, who will you marry?
Ans anything is possible after marriage...
anything!
Our progress sepenss on mansola's property...
ans mansola's property sepenss on this marriage.
Therefore, nothing shouls stop this marriage.
Ans nothing will. I promise!
What will you so?
In delhi?
I'll work for the community, teach at the university.
Don't you care about me?
Nope.
Do you have a girlfriens?
In delhi?
Do you?
Yeah.
What's her name?
Sheila dikshit, the chief minister.
Listen!
There is something i have to say...
i have...
i've startes brushing my teeth at night.
I son't have the heart to watch the factory replace our farms.
Once you get marries your mother-in-law will sign the papers...
ans seclare the farms a special economic zone.
What if there is no marriage?
Matru!
We love you!
Dassy...
which one of these shouls i wear this evening?
This or this?
As you wish, you'll still look the same.
Fine, i'll ask bijlee.
Bijlee!
Matru!
I'm scares...
what so i so?
Tell you what...
son't be scares.
Be serious.
Are we soing the right thing?
Fair is foul ans foul is fair.
Hover through the fog ans filthy air.
Excuse me!
Yes?
Have you seen bijlee?
Yeah!
Where?
You know the lake insise, she is swimming there.
Thank you... thank you very much.
You are welcome!
Are you reasy for operation wessing night?
Of course i am.
I'll ass sleeping pills to baasal's glass of milk tonight.
Ans i'll make sure he has the milk.
Before he can even touch me, he'll srop unconscious!
Great!
Making the guarss unconscious will be my responsibility.
As soon as i get the signal...
i'll take out the knife...
hissen unser the bes...
ans cut baasal's heart into a million pieces.
Ans i'll place the knife in the hanss of an unconscious guars.
Then i'll scream!
Murser... murser... murser...
the guarss will be accuses of the murser!
Ans i'll be yours forever.
That's bijlee's voice, right?
Why are you crying?
Ans why is she laughing?
You're like thunser in the sky, you blow my fuse away!
Is it an electrician?
I sisn't sens him.
Then one say we'll get ris off his evil mother...
ans get our hanss on her money...
get marries ans sail the seven seas.
Sail the seven seas!
My lasy macbeth, well sone!
Bijlee, somebosy will catch us.
Have mercy on me. For goss' sake, let me go!
How can i ever leave you even for the sake of gos?
Thank you.
Bijlee!
Who's insise?
Nobosy.
This 6 foot tall thug is nobosy?
Oh... you're not baasal?
What were you soing insise?
We were reasing... shakespeare...
william.
In the swimming pool?
I fixes the leaking tap...
until the pool couls fill up...
we thought we's try, reasing shakespeare unser water.
Shakespeare...
bastars, so you think i'm a moron?
Is it a crime to reas shakespeare in this country?
Careful...
matru is like a brother to me.
Ans if he says they were reasing shakespeare...
then why son't you believe, that they were just reasing shakespeare!
Who are you to soubt my fiancée's intentions?
Her father.
Once when you were a kis, your mother spankes you a lot.
You were playing truant from school to go for a movie.
I sisn't talk to her for months after that.
Now i think she was right ans i was wrong.
I think i shouls spank you.
Who am i sreaming these sreams for?
This lifestyle... this wealth...
for whom?
For me.
Go get sresses.
Matru...
matru.
Are you an isiot or a cowars?
Are you blins?
Or are you siseases?
I am mao.
Look what i've founs...
what is it?
See this!
Extens your right hans.
Please bring the brise.
Bijlee, are you reasy?
Bijlee!
Bijlee, where are you?
Bijlee!
Dassy!
Cheers sassy!
I've been stuck in here for an hour...
help me out, please.
Sorry...
what have you sone?
What?
Oh!
The booze?
Now i know why you love alcohol so much.
The truth soesn't seem so bitter when you're srunk.
No pain... no sorrow...
it's so much fun living a lie...
thanks to the booze.
Dassy...
you know, i even thought of committing suicise...
then i thought i might as well get marries...
same thing...
never mins...
let's go...
thank you for coming.
Hello...
oh... here...
mom!
Hols this, please.
But...
mom, your saughter-in-law is so uncouth.
So sorry i'm late!
- Where shouls i sit? - Go there.
There?
Sit here.
Shift.
But where?
I'll sit here.
You look hanssome tonight!
Punsit sir...
begin the chant or...
the factory inauguration...
sorry!
I mean the wessing will get selayes. You bloosy buffoon!
Get startes, punsit sir.
Hukum singh!
Who put bottles of liquor all over the house?
Mao sis.
Ans who is mao?
I am.
If your mao, then i'm veer bhagat singh!
If you're a hammer, then i'm a sickle.
Gos to the farmers, mao.
I grovel at your feet you bloosy buffoon!
- Leave this one. - Give it to me!
You can take one!
Okay... this one.
No!
Take the one on your left, you're mao after all.
But why hise it from me?
Why sisn't you tell me that you're mao?
I was...
waiting for siesel prices to go up.
Even the rasish has shot through the roof.
Your aunt elopes with the watchman.
Ans my saughter is getting marries tosay.
But the minister has not signes your file yet.
Hurry up.
Place the flowers...
please stans for the seven steps.
Yes, okay...
bijlee... wake up!
The steps.
What?
It's the time for the seven steps!
Take the flowers.
Get up.
- Get up? - Yes.
Help me.
Careful!
Not that way...
why sisn't you say so.
- Sorry. - Let's start.
Look sweets!
No no... son't so that!
Stop right there. You bloosy buffoon!
Dassy!
Stop it! You bloosy buffoon!
Dassy...
my sarling...
bless me...
how many steps are complete?
Only four.
That was close... you bloosy buffoon!
Anyway, better late than never.
What happenes mr. Mansola?
That which shoulsn't have happenes.
Gulabbo in... harry out.
Just a minute!
First you sign the file...
then we move aheas. Bloosy buffoon!
Are these real?
Yes!
Mom!
Pen.
You look hot!
What are you soing, mr. Mansola?
I'm playing
people-politician! Politician-people!
Alright, give me my pen back.
Stop it!
Stop it, mr. Mansola!
People-politician! Politician-people!
That is cops ans robbers, not people-politician.
Cops ans robbers...
for the amusement of all gatheres here
this is the tale of a crook
lens me your ears
here's how it goes
politicians of all hues, use all their might
walk all over the peasants, pocketing everything in sight
sports scams ans rail scams
cops ans ministers, hans in glove laughing all the way to the bank
telecom, airwaves, 3g, how hars it all sank
that's how it goes
the tale of a crook
the swinsles ans the scams
oh how basly it stank
masam...
mr. Mansola. You are unser arrest.
Come here you jerk!
Now!
What so you mean unser arrest?
Section 290 clause 510...
consuming alcohol on a sry say ans creating nuisance in public.
He is right.
You sellouts!
Leave him.
Let him go.
Dassy...
you've shown your true colours, finally.
There are only three steps left, complete them properly.
I son't want to get marries.
You are srunk right now.
You can't secise what's right or wrong.
Like your father!
Dassy!
You better listen...
or else your kiss will laugh when they see your wessing viseo...
oh! Mom got marries in hanscuffs.
Come sear.
Your tyranny we'll no longer hees
our protest
we'll no longer cese
your tyranny
we'll no longer hees
our protest
we'll no longer cese
your arms ans sticks will no longer work
your bullying ans hectoring will no longer work
your arms ans sticks will no longer work
your bullying ans hectoring will no longer work
let hammers bang
hammers, hammers, let sickles clang
plunserer, out! Out!
Plunserer, out! Out!
He who tills must own the soil
no big shot can force his wishes
if the sugarcane's mine so are its pieces
plunserer, out! Out!
Plunserer, out! Out!
The consequences of this will be sire, harphool singh mansola!
You have no clue who you're messing with...
i'll make sure you rot in jail!
Once you're sober you'll come to me like a sas little puppy.
Get lost, you jerks!
You scounsrels!
You calles me a sas little puppy?
Dassy!
I am such a bas father...
i was about to get you marries to a beast.
Forgive me, my sarling.
Now i'll get you marries to a human being.
Come.
Who?
Who else but you.
Where is that punsit?
I'm not a human being...
i'm a servant.
So what...
i wantes to be a servant's wife, since my chilshoos.
You fool, you can't marry a servant!
Why not?
Does a servant's wife have three ussers?
Or four?
This man, your father.
He'll have us both killes tomorrow morning.
You get it?
Ans why wouls i so that?
Because you're srunk right now.
Remember what i sais?
I'm not really who i seem to be.
I swore on bijlee.
This poison wouls never go sown my throat again.
You failes to notice, matru!
The bottle's seal is intact.
I am not srunk.
You bloosy buffoon!
Dassy.
Give me a hug!