Kill Dil Page #3

but you are quite sweet.

If only you knew the reality...

you'd drop dead madam.

Thank you.

Ask me something else na.

Jenny, Chimsy, Pratty...

and I am Disha.

All that is fine...

but where's the wine?

That way.

You know if he doesn't get his

booze on time, he gets a hangover.

The bar is open guys.

Oh bar! Bar is open.

Got you to the right place,

didn't I?

Will you take it with water?

I think my mouth's watering

enough... I'll take just the alcohol.

Cheers guys!

So do all of you guys just keep

blowing away your dad's riches?

Dad's... we're blowing away our own!

You guys earn your own?

It doesn't look like you guys do!

Ya! Jenny's a chain snatcher,

Chimsy's a pickpocket...

Pratty and I drug people,

and pull off train robberies.

Well, that makes us sharpshooters.

Anyway, Jenny's a doctor...

Chimsy's a singer and

Pratty has his own business.

You did not ask about us?

How can we resist, when you insist?

lam Dev and this is my

best friend, Tutu.

Hi

Hello!

So what do you guys do?

- We're murd...

- Mur... Marketers...

Boss gives the targets,

we finish them.

What kind of targets?

Targets of all kinds... they can

be thin, fat, small, large... anything

You didn't say what do you do?

Are you serving it

with the frying pan?!

P ratty!

He's always fingering the hot stuff.

You didn't say what do you do?

Are you okay? I am so Sorry.

Uh huh... you know

what they say in films...

'In Friendship... there's

No sorry & No thank you'

Take your time...

there are still 3-4 bottles left.

Ex convicts, who've served their

time... I help rehabilitate them.

You help what 'tate' them?

I get them normal jobs, carpenters,

tailors, plumbers, whatever...

Why?

Why?

So they don't go

back to a life of crime.

Let's go?

We must go

...thank you!

What happened?

Okay!

Are you sleeping?

Nope... I'm thinking...

Such a cute girl that Disha is...

but she has such a dangerous job...

We have a more dangerous job...

we're just not that cute.

I mean, look at that Jenny...

...she's a doctor!

Bloody who can tell what a person

is by just looking at them.

So do we look like sharpshooters?

Yup.

Okay tell me,

what If I was a doctor?

You'd still be killing

people my child... even then.

...even then.

Here my sleepy lion!

At least wash it man, now

even the tea tastes like whiskey.

It is the chick's text...

...she's thanking me again

for saving her life.

Prick, you've taken her number also

If the giver has no problem,

why should the receiver...

...and why should

the receiver's friend?!

Now?

This is the first time

a decent girl's texted me.

I have to give a fitting

reply... something classy.

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