01x07 - Poocho Matt, Bas Karo

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Now our Doctor is like family to you.

He has a close friendship
with the father of your department.

Close friendship?

That also with a sex doctor.

Our SP sir?

Our SP Sir is a patient
of that impotency doctor.

His own p*stol doesn't work.

That is why he used the
force of his service g*n.

Our SP Tomar

is meeting a sex doctor
secretly these days.

I can do a better encounter
than that important Tomar.

He shows all his manhood
outside the bedroom.

That is why they have not been
able to conceive for so many years.

Sir.

Sir has become impotent.

Now it seems that the doctor
will only get her pregnant.

May I sit?

I didn't do it on purpose. Sorry.

Let's go.

- Is it done?
- Yes.

MLA Sir.

Putulji.

Of course I remember.

We have spoken about her so much,

so how can I forget her name, Parminder.

You have lit up my humble home,
by gracing it with your presence.

Please sit.

Yes.

What have I done to deserve,
to be spoken off,

at such an important place?

Him... our VIP.

Is that so?

He is a VIP?

He is a very special man.

No one else can do what he does.

And what is that?

Look at that. You don't even know?

No. What is it?

No?

Hey, I want to know too.

Will you find out
everything today itself?

Leave something for the next time.

Alright.

So I will come here next time too?

Yes.

Just like this time on a motorcycle.

Because I have decided that

I will constitute a woman
empowerment wing for my party.

And for this, I need advanced,

talented and dynamic women like you.

And I am all of these?

You are also...

very beautiful along with all this.
Right?

Your MLA is of a little loose character.

He has spent his life getting
beaten by women in neighbourhoods.

SP Sir has arrived.
I hope all your papers are in order.

Because he is hell bent
on making an example out of you.

What happened there?

Sir has a urinary problem.

Sir... doesn't even
have such a small problem.

And the tax papers?

Have you forgotten them at home
or never even cared to get them made?

These laddoos are from Dhaulpur.

If you could taste them once.

Have you lost your mind?

I have heard...
is everything okay at home Sir?

I heard things are
not that great at home.

There is a problem.

What nonsense are you talking?

There is a rumour around town.

But it must be a lie.
I know it is not possible.

Let it go.

Check the documents.

What rumour?

That you are consulting a sexologist.

Doctor Arora?

You scoundrel, I will sh**t
you and bury you right here!

Sir, don't sh**t the messenger.

I have truly started respecting
you from my heart. Really.

I couldn't tolerate it.
So I came straight to you.

Who told you?

There is one doctor and one patient.

Now if either of these two talk,
everything becomes public.

Goron!

What are you doing, Sir?

If you fire in the mud,
the filth is bound to smear you.

Now leave these petty jobs
for small-time people like me.

Go!

- Do you want to take advantage of me?
- No.

You are not getting it.

Even your shadow should be kept away.

From a matter like this.

It will be deeply humiliating.

The Great Mr Tomar

the hunter of Chambal's dacoits,
is a prey of impotency himself.

- I am not impotent.
- I know it's not possible.

Everyone knows.

But everyone should only know this.

Don't worry.

Your servant will handle
this entire matter.

Mithila.

Yes?

Chop the cucumbers and
season it after three whistles.

- Mithu.
- Yes, ma'am, that is fine but...

I am coming.

Hey! Teji.

Ma'am didn't tell me should
I season it with oil or ghee?

No problem, She will be
back before two whistles anyway.

Fine. Do your work quietly.

What happened?

That scoundrel doctor spoke nonsense.

That b*stard will use
my name to become famous?

Who? Doctor Arora?

What Doctor?

That two pense dacoit

was sitting in my office,
looking me in the eyes and...

And me? What should I say?
Should I sh**t the b*stard?

Relax. Slowly. Control it.

There will be no control,
Mithuji. No.

Now I will show him who Tomar is!

I will destroy that son of a b*tch.

That low life sex specialist!

He will teach me exercises?
Patience? Control?

I will destroy him.
I will finish everything!

Relax. Take it easy.

- Don't be angry.
- That low life doctor...

that bloody dacoit!

We'll figure something out.
Why are you getting so angry?

We'll do something. Okay?

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Teji, take it easy.
We'll think of something.

Teji.

Doctor Arora's medicine worked.

But that doctor is finished now.

Did you speak to the girl?

Payal?

I am trying, Sir.

But whenever I call, some other woman
answers and asks to call back later.

No, I mean, I am trying, Sir.

It's the same guy.
He is calling repeatedly.

Yes, tell me.

The doctor wants to meet me?

Why?

I am at work right now.
I'll think and get back to you.

He is a VIP client.
Take special care of him.

Okay.

Come girls hurry up.

Come on girls fast.

Welcome, Sir.

We can even change the room,
if you didn't like it.

The room is fine.

But Mr Kulshreshtra should
have come here himself to meet me.

Mr Kulshrestha was concerned
that you might be tired.

He wanted you to become
comfortable first.

Any other command, Sir?

Can I make you a drink?

Can I sit close to you?

Didn't you like me?

- There are other girls outside.
- No, no.

So?

You do like me?

Yes, you are fine.

Sure?

Yes, yes.

Thank you.

Is this fine?

Don't ask. Just do.

I will do everything.

Whatever you want.

Everything?

What do you have in mind?

Should I take it off?

Should I take this off too?

Please.

Can I have my bra please.

Baby.

Mr Goyal.

I am so fortunate.
I have been gratified.

I don't have words.
I have become speechless.

Kushshrestha Sir... you...

By the way,
may I know the reason behind

supporting that fake
and fraud Suman Tyagi?

Sugar?

Thank you.

The thing is Mr Goyal,
that in today's time's,

and the circumstances we live in,

if people like you and I
don't support women then who will?

Anyway, half the
world is made of women.

And half the votes too.

That is why I am starting
a women power ring in my party.

Where there will be
actual work done for women.

Not fake like this Suman Tyagi.

And you won't stop me from
contributing to this auspicious work.

No. No, no, no.
And I am not going to listen either.

And anyway we are planning to open

a twenty four hour news
channel in Jhansi soon.

Which can take your plans, policies,
thinking and philosophies to the public.

This.

This thinking of yours, has
made me your sl*ve, Brother Kulshrestha.

- It's great thinking.
- Yes.

But...

there is an obstacle in Jhansi.

What's the obstacle in Jhansi?

The thing is, Mr Goyal, that the land
that we have bought to make our studio,

I have heard it is
agricultural land and

maybe, we won't get
permission to make the studio.

Who said that?

Till I am alive,

nobody has the courage
to stop you from working?

- Do as you wish.
- Wow, Mr Goyal.

Wow. What power.

That is why I am your fan.

Brother Kulshrestha,
this the power of media.

And it is increasing every day.

That is why a person like
you are thinking of investing.

A sharp person like you.

Oh, no. No, no.

Media is the future.

Right, right.

Yes.

Come, ma'am.

Chandru.

Hold back the next
patient and let ma'am go.

Yes, yes. I know. Come.

Sit.

Pain, burning sensation...
Any symptoms?

Suddenly what happened, doctor?

That you are giving me so much respect.

I am still the same girl.

But I am changing.

I am learning from my mistakes.

Payal, I want to apologize to you.

I behaved very badly with you.

Why are you saying this, Doctor?

I belittled you.

Me?

Who am I?

A sexologist who hides
his own reality from the world.

Even my mother doesn't
know that I do this work.

I should have understood your situation.

I should have empathised with you.

I can't imagine what all
you would have gone through in life.

- Please, Doctor...
- No, Payal.

No, doctor. Don't say that.

I... am not used
to hearing such things.

Then get used to it.

Because I will talk
to you exactly like this.

I read the article
about you in the newspaper.

Such nonsense.

You must be worried about
what people will think?

If we think about what people think,
then what will be left for them to do.

We are on the same boat.

'15th March 1933,'

'A little spark was born
in a humble home in Sawai Mahopur.'

'Which became our voice.'

'The voice of our neighborhood.'

'The voice of our town and villages.'

'The voice that tore
through the British rule'

'and spread the glory
of India throughout the world.'

'Vishwa Jyoti...
we are that voice'

Don't ever think of yourself
as a reporter, Manoj.

We are the eyes of society.

And the blind society
will only see what we show it.

We will relinquish,

our honour, respect, pride.

We will give up our ideals too
because we are the true reporters.

Sometimes detectives
and sometimes storytellers.

A true reporter doesn't let anyone
come between a story and a reader.

Not even the truth.

A true reporter can even strangle
the truth if the need arises.

Just one story is out yet.

And it caused an uproar.

Just wait and watch what happens next.

Yes, Sir. And, Sir...

this article was
about only one doctor.

Our next article is
about eight doctors, Sir.

Eight times more power, Sir.

No need.

Just that one doctor is enough.

One.

Doctor Arora, Sir?

Only Doctor Arora.

And this time hit him such a way,
that he is unable to get up.

Sir, is there something personal?

Being a true reporter,
I have a personal problem with

every such person who
misleads innocent people.

Only the media...
has the right to do this.

So, brother?

You come here often?

Why?

Because it's my first time so...

So what?

So this doctor...

This doctor, when he touches you here
and there, don't you find it strange?

Why will he touch me?

My wife has come for a consultation.

Her? She will show it to the doctor?

What are you looking at?

Nonsense.

Okay, what's the problem?

Why should I tell you?

I mean are you getting some results
or is the doctor merely looking?

Okay, leave it.
You tell me, what does the doctor do?

Does he shove his hand inside your
blouse and petticoat without asking?

- Sit down.
- I don't sit.

Then I will stand too.

Satyajit.

Yes.

Satyajit.

Tell me your age, Mr Satyajit.

Twenty six.

Yes, tell me.

I am Satyajit. Age, twenty six.

What?

That how can I help you?
What's the problem?

There's a girl.

Yes?

- She is very nice.
- Okay.

But I don't like her.

I mean... I don't feel
anything when I look at her.

You mean you have
an erection problem?

Yes... that.

Put your bag on that chair.

And take off your
pants and lie down there.

For what?

I'll have to do your check-up, right?

- Come.
- Doctor, you didn't understand.

What?

The thing is that...
I don't like that girl.

Not just her.
I don't like any girl in the world.

- That's alright.
- Even if...

it's Karishma Kapoor.

You are understanding, aren't you?

Don't worry...

I... I like Salman Khan.

So you like boys? Come.

Doctor, treat this.

How can this be treated?

This isn't a disease.

What?

It isn't a disease?

It's neither a disease
nor it's your fault.

But this is a sin.

How is it a sin?

If these are your natural
feelings then how is it a sin?

Only your focus on another side.

'The doctor who spreads h*m*'

Society may or may
not understand this today.

'Evil doctor has been exposed'

'He spreads h*m*'

But it is important
for you to understand.

'The evil doctor's reality'

You'll see,
one day the whole world will...

Do you want a follow-up
story on the sexologist?

"Lately I feel untouchable."

Not a story, an expl*si*n
will be published this time.

There will be no
arguments about rates.

"Lately I feel untouchable."

One more.

"But you can touch me baby."

"Lately I feel untouchable
but you can touch me wherever you like."

"Lately I feel untouchable."

"But you can touch me baby."

"Lately I feel untouchable
but you can touch me wherever you like."

"Wherever you like."

"Wherever you like."

"Wherever you like."

'Why will you come?'

'If you are completely
happy in your marriage, '

'and you don't lack anything'

'and don't feel any loneliness
then why will you come?'

Yes, yes.

Yes, yes. I will remember it.

I will be there.

Yes.

Sorry sister...

Look! Phoney baba's phoney disciple.

What is going on?

Something evil is brewing at
this fake Baba's place.

What happened?
You look restless, Akhil?

We will have to run for
our lives, doctor

if you stop Babaji
from private meetings even today.

Please, doctor. Please.

I'm here, aren't I?

Okay. Let's go.

Control.

It sounds so easy.

Soft.

But in reality

it can k*ll you too.

Control.

But...

Firangi controlled himself for a month.

Inspection!

I am feeling ticklish.

Babaji...

Your patience has paid off.

No. Say that again.

Babaji is completely
healthy for his meetings now.

He can take private meetings too?

Yes.

Thank you, doctor. Thank you.

Open the back doors!

Open them.

I had told you. I had promised you.

Everything is different.

Everything is new.

Aversion became obsession.

The S-E-X that I was scared of,

is all that I yearn for now.

Nuisance has turned into solace.

But there is only one problem.

How do I express the gratitude

that I feel in my heart, doctor Vishesh?

Babaji, I request you.
Don't embarrass me.

You can never imagine how
grateful I am to you.

No. No. You don't know
what you have done to me.

Babaji.

You don't know what you have
done for me.

Who is there?

- You?
- Vaishali...

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here, Vaishali?
What is all this that you are doing?

Please, give me a chance.

I... I can do it. That's
what I am trying to explain to you.

Don't you get it?

What I am trying to explain
to you for over a year?

Tell me.

Say it.

How should I tell you?

In which language must I speak,
for your brain to comprehend?