Fukrey Returns Page #2

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- Bye.

First, he had a bicycle; now he has a car.

This became possible because of "jugaad."

That's your future.

You like that?

You'll get your loan, sir.

I'll need a copy of your electricity bill.

But I never pay the electricity bill.

I just tap into the open wires

and run my AC and cooler.

But I can give you a copy

of the documents of my shop.

- Will that do?

- Yes, sir.

- Are you sure?

- I'll make do, sir.

Hey, you lazy fool.

Where are you off to?

Yes?

Go get the documents of the shop

from the safe.

Should I sign in Hindi or Punjabi?

Dad, here are the documents.

Make a plane out of it, then. Fool.

Sit there. And take this.

Check the accounts properly.

All right.

Sir, one more thing.

I'll need your photo as well.

Everybody here knows me by face.

Why do you need a photo?

Do you know my dad?

Yes.

Dad, do you know Bholi Punjaban?

Yes. I mean, no, not at all.

Who is Bholi Punjaban?

And how do you know her?

She has been in the news recently.

She lives nearby.

She's the lady don of Jamna Park.

I heard she's in jail these days.

No, no. I don't know

anyone with that name.

Aren't you getting late for college?

- Your friends must be waiting.

- Let them wait. I'll finish this.

Go, Son, I'll get it done.

Give it to me. I'll check it.

- Okay.

- Yes, I'll take a look, Son.

- You may leave.

- Okay, Dad.

Look, sir.

- Yes.

- I don't want a loan.

- What?

- I don't want a loan.

What happened, sir?

Central Jail Tihar

Women's Cell Number Six

You bastard.

I'm sick of waiting.

When will you get me bailed out?

Ma'am, it's a narcotics case.

Everyone is afraid to get involved.

I have been cleaning toilets here

for a year now.

They make you clean toilets?

Listen to me,

you servant of the constitution.

Bribe the judges, charm the ministers

or call the damn Air Force.

Get me out of here within

twenty-four hours

or I'll give you fire and fury.

Fair enough, ma'am.

You've got nothing else

left to give anyway.

Your loyal henchmen...

They're surviving by working

in communal kitchens.

The Almighty's blessings...

The Almighty's blessings...

The Almighty's blessings...

The Almighty's blessings...

And look at me.

After the expenditure on this case

I can't even afford to buy

stamp papers worth 10 rupees.

How will I bribe the judge?

My charms alone won't be

enough, ma'am.

You'll have to suck it up

and work your charms.

Arrange a cell phone for me.

"Old McDonald had a farm"

"and on the farm he had a barn."

"From the barn he stole a bale"

"and then he had to go to jail."

"Then he had to eat in jail"

"and work in jail."

"He had to rot in jail."

It's Bholi.

Mr. Minister, forget your anger

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