Banjo Page #4

They need a report against these slums...

...so we'll give them one.

Yeah

Excuse me.

I am Chris.

Chris.

That's just wonderful.

So... you all can leave.

Leave...go..go..go...

Quickly.

Yeah...

Come on...

Chris.

I am Meera's friend. - Meera who?

Your niece from New York.

I was supposed to meet you today.

Yeah...

How's Meera? How's she?

And...

Oh...you were supposed to meet me at 10.

Yeah, actually what happen is that...

I don't know what Meera said to you...

...but you won't get any free help here.

You will have to give something in return.

No.. no... it's not what you think.

You're like my daughter..

..but you're not my daughter.

Meera said...you want to find the Banjo guys.

Fine... you can do your job...

...as long as you work for us, too.

But...what must I do?

Hello, sir. Can I come in?

Welcome... Welcome...

Come in, madam.

How are you?

Come in. Come in.

Sit.

I hope you don't have any jetlag or any of that stuff. - No...

Well...what would you like to have?

Water... lime-juice, tea-coffee, cold-drink...

..yours, mine...anything you want.

No thanks.

Be comfortable.

Switch on the AC.

I've arranged for a special guide.

Thanks.

Why so many people on one poster?

Equal Opportunity!

Why isn't he here yet?

Hello, sir.

Sorry, I am late.

That bloody builder... - Leave that.

Leave it... leave it... Come, sit...come...

Let me introduce you... this is Chris, madam.

Show her whatever she wants to see.

Yeah..

You see...our area's really neat and clean.

But that won't do for you guys.

And that's why we haven't cleaned the place for a week.

Listen...show her Ashok Nagar's public toilet...

...Jaadu Pada's gutter... and the pigs at Azad Nagar.

And don't forget to take her...

...to the area full of with beggars and saints at Ganesh Nagar.

Are you listening?

Yes...I am listening.

I don't want any complaints, get it.

Shall we go?

"She stole my peace..."

Who is it?

Tarat bhai, hello. - Hello, Tarat bhai.

Tarat bhai, hello.

Hello, Tarat bhai. - Hello.

Should I call you 'bhai' (brother) too?

Nandkishore. My real name.

Everyone calls me 'bhai' out of respect.

And politely...they call me Taraat'.

'Taraat' means. - Taraat means drunkard.

'Drinker.'

What?

'Drinker.'

Someone that consumes others pain.

The sorrows of his friends.

And the blood of his enemy.

Taraat!

Cool.

I'll call you Tarat.

Okay. Okay.

So... you know everything about the slums. - Huh!

You know everything. - Everything.

Yes... Yes...

Do you know anyone who plays Banjo?

No... I don't play the Banjo.

I mean I don't know anyone who plays Banjo.

Why Banjo?

Bad Banjo.

No Banjo.

You come...I...

After you. - Okay.

Small lanes...but their hopes are big.

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