Jolly LLB 2 Page #3

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And a report from

the local counsellor.

That's all paper, your honour.

The dead body is standing in front of you alive.

- So what?

You must get me some

kind of legal document

with his name written on it.

The court believes

in documented facts.

Bring it in writing and I will

believe that he's shah rukh Khan.

Please don't do this.

Please order an investigation.

We'll be grateful.

Your request is denied.

Your honour, I beg you,

please listen to me.

You see I finally have a case.

I've even taken an advance,

I can't return the fee. Please.

- You don't have any court manners.

- You don't have any court manners.

I'll learn everything.

Please, just listen.

This lawyer will bless you.

I swear by god, you look just

like manmohan Singh in this turban.

Don't you understand?

I'll charge you with contempt of

court and you'll be rotting in jail.

Your honour, please have

mercy on this helpless soul.

I've been doing rounds of

the court for the last 15 years

and now I'm completely ruined!

Poor guy's wailing!

He's completely shattered.

Please show him some mercy.

Tell your client to stop this

charade, it's not going to work.

Take him away!

I'll go, but not

without giving you a gift!

Sitaram! No! How dare you

throw a shoe at a judge!

No..

It's what you deserve, you dog!

Lock him up! Court is adjourned!

Now there's an fir

against sitaram.

That poor guy's going

to rot in jail now.

And we'll have to

return the money as well.

Oh, jolly - bravo, sir!

In 15 minutes you achieved

what others couldn't in 15 years.

A police fir, but at least my

name's on a legal document now.

A police fir, but at least my

name's on a legal document now.

Now show that copy of the

fir to the administrator, sir.

Yes. - Along with the cutting

of the news report

which will get published

in tomorrow's newspaper.

- Late sitaram is alive.

- Yes.

Let's go.

Take care, sitaram! Yes.

You're so crafty.

But how long will you waste

away at rizvi's place?

Just a few more days.

Once I have my own chamber,

I'll quit.

Where to?

To make kebabs at Mr. rizvi's home.

Coming along?

No, you're the multi-talented one.

Pushpa!

Pushpa..

- Pushpa, my sweetheart!

- Pushpa, my sweetheart!

Open the door, pushpa!

Oh, no. Not again.

Open the door, pushpa!

What was the fight

about this time, jolly?

It's nothing, ma'am. It's her

younger brother's wedding.

She wanted a Gucci dress.

I said no and she

started world war 3.

Pushpa!

Munna! Get up and get the ladder.

Jolly and pushpa fought again. Go on.

Come on, mom.

Help your neighbour. Go.

Jolly, why don't

you shift someplace else?

At least I won't

have to stay up at nights.

You're making my life hell.

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