01x06 - Love You, Papa

[bunniefuu]

I am not Sandy's father.

Son, since when did
you develop my condition?

It's not a condition.

It's a shock.

No, son. No...

I know you are hurt.

Take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath, child.

Listen to me.

Don't react.

He's run out of reactions
except for deep breaths.

♪ From business class ♪

♪ Got demoted to... ♪

♪ A local train ♪

♪ Useless ♪

♪ Who are we to screw with you ♪

♪ When life
Has already screwed you ♪

♪ Who are we to screw with you ♪

♪ When life
Has already screwed you ♪

♪ You'll be dead
Without any effort ♪

♪ You'll be dead
Without any effort ♪

♪ Wanna bet ♪

♪ Screwed, screwed, screwed ♪

♪ Life screwed with you ♪

♪ Wanna bet? ♪

♪ Life screwed with you ♪

♪ From a horse
You were reduced to a donkey ♪

♪ On a cricket pitch
You were trying to play hockey ♪

♪ You deserve a medal
For being illegitimate ♪

♪ And a medal for being an orphan ♪

♪ On this note ♪

♪ On this note
Get a cup of coffee ♪

♪ Useless ♪

♪ Screwed, screwed, screwed ♪

♪ Life screwed with you ♪

♪ Wanna bet? ♪

♪ Life screwed with you ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

Screwed. What screwed?

You've screwed up my life.

Will this merry-go-round
ever stop?

There is a limit to everything.

What am I hearing?

This bloody Anthony
isn't your father.

Take your eyes off him
for five minutes,

and a new father of his springs up.

No, this is not possible.

Anthony, you must tell
everyone honestly

that you are lying.

It's true, man. God promise.

I cannot be his father.
It's not possible.

What's not possible?

He is our child.

You got me pregnant
and then dumped me.

You didn't marry me
and deserted me.

Bloody deserter.

Satwant dear, remember I told you

I had a stone here.

The day I went to get
the surgery done,

there was another Anthony there

for his vasectomy.

That idiot doctor removed his stone

and performed a vasectomy on me.

Vasectomy.

I have a large army
but no commander.

Which means many singers,
but they were all mute.

Many candidates, but none
could contest the elections.

Many matchsticks,
but they all burnt out.

You should have come
to my clinic, Anthony.

I am a specialist in transplanting
new matchsticks.

Take down his number.

I am getting old.
I may need his assistance.

-That's true.
-You shut up, man!

Satwant dear, you had so many dreams

about becoming a mother.

But I couldn't fulfil
a single dream.

I loved you. That's why I left you.

Enough.

Everyone, freeze!

This is my story.

If anyone tries to drag
their side track in it,

I will k*ll them!

You two caused all this confusion.

And you,
get used to hearing no.

Listen.

He is not my father.

He is not my father's father.

He is not my papa-ji.

He was not my father
even for 5 minutes.

And she is... my mom.

Sir, not one of them is my father.

What can I do?

I can manage without his father.

I don't want to know
who his father is.

Who do you think you are?

Your opinion doesn't count here.

There is only one choice.
So, ma'am...

-Hello.
-Hello.

Speak. Say something.

Say what?

Tell us his life story.

What can I say?
I don't remember...

I remember.

What?

Do you remember who his father is?

No.
That question is still a mystery.

I remember,
when Anthony didn't show up

at the church to marry me,

I was heartbroken.

Satwant, heartbroken,

went to a bar to drown her sorrows.

Mom, you really
don't remember his name?

I swear on God, my child.

I am trying really hard,
but I can't remember a thing.

Disgusting.

Doesn't matter who his father is,

but who would want
a mother like her?

You are absolutely right.

With a mother like her,
life is a punishment.

Balwan, Malik,

I have already heard a lot of
sarcasm about my fathers.

She is my mother.

If you insult her,

I will drown you two
in the swimming pool.

-Sahil, you--
-Sit down!

What did she do wrong?

A guy ran out on her
on the day of their wedding.

She was heartbroken,
so she had a few drinks.

She got tipsy,
and she had an affair.

Men can have dozens of affairs
and still be a player.

But if a woman has an affair,
she's disgusting?

Was it just one?

Yes, only one.

That's it.

If anyone talks rubbish
about my mother, I will screw--

Leave it!

Leave it. Leave it.

But after hearing your sentiments,

Dr. Kartar Singh's chest has
blown up with pride.

Like his stomach.

You are my son.

My son.

Come give me a hug.

I love you, son. I love you.

Come here, my son.

This is all I want, God.

I want to hug my real father
and say,

"I love you, Papa."

-I love you, Papa.
-"Love you, Papa."

-Son! "Love you, Papa."
-What?

I remember now.

The guy I spent the night with

had a tattoo here.

"Love You, Papa."

He had a tattoo over here.

"Love You, Papa."

"Love You, Papa."

"Love You, Papa"?

"Love You, Papa"?

"Love You, Papa"?

"Love You, Papa"?

Terrible.

These are really terrible times.

See...

He's such a nice guy,

but you had to face
so many challenges, son.

So many.

This is my fault.

-It's all my fault, guys.
-Popsi.

I am absolutely right.

"A man is known by his name,

"but identified by his father."

I was out of my mind.

Uncle, what happened
to you suddenly?

I have been enlightened, son.

I have received enlightenment.

Look, I always asked you

who your father is.

But now I am saying this.

Whoever your father is,

he is a great human being.

Son, come give me a hug.

Come on. Listen to me.

Let's drop this question
of who your pop is.

And let's celebrate.

Forget everything. You too, dear.

Let's celebrate, everyone.
Come on.

-Popsi!
-Sure. Let's go.

Stop!

I remembered another thing, Sandy.

The guy had a strange habit.

Now, this is life.

That was g*n.

You mean "fun."

No, no. "Fun" is what we give

to those who make mistakes.

No, no, that's "retribution."

♪ Skies have drones
Flowers have thorns ♪

♪ For lunch, there's baby corn
COVID has Omicron ♪

♪ Sylvester has Stallone
Even Shane has Warne ♪

♪ Even smart people are morons ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

I got it.

Stop pretending, you guys.

Don't you get it?

You are not thinking
what I am thinking.

I got it. Let me explain.

It's like this.

All these papas were
actually my uncles.

And my uncle is
actually my father.

No, no.

Oh, no, Papa-ji.
You will always be my papa.

But he is my real papa.

Just imagine. the guy who made me
look for my father

turned out to be my real father.

-Listen!
-Pihu, no, you listen.

No one can stop us now
from getting together

because they don't understand.
Let me explain.

Pihu, he is your father,
and he is my father.

Meaning we are brother...

You guys don't get it.

Let me explain.

Pihu, he is your father,
and he is my father.

Nothing happened.

Sahil, calm down.

Don't be so negative.

Maybe this is not right.

Mom.

Mom, please try to remember.

Maybe you went to
another bar after that.

You got high again

and did the nasty
with another stranger.

Tell me.

Did what nasty things?

Good God, you didn't need
10 seconds to hear that.

Enough of this!

The truth is, Pihu,

you and I are...

brother and sister.

Let everyone relish
this exhilarating news!

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I now pronounce

Mr. Sandy and Ms. Pihu

as husband and wife...
No, no, no.

As brother and sister!

Satwant, I have been watching films
since my childhood.

But I have never seen so many twists
and turns in the story.

BROTHER AND SISTER'S REUNION

♪ Planning to go to the moon ♪

♪ But reality hit them instead ♪

♪ Bad luck has taken
A special liking to your future ♪

♪ Your beloved
Has become your brother ♪

♪ Your beloved... ♪

♪ They will be singing songs
Of sibling love ♪

♪ Cursed with finding his father
Life f***ed him over ♪

♪ Your beloved
Has become your brother ♪

♪ Your beloved... ♪

♪ Your beloved
Has become your brother ♪

♪ Your beloved... ♪

Stop!

Grandpa?

This...

This cannot happen!

These two are not siblings.

Grandpa can speak.

-Papa can speak.
-Grandpa can speak.

After 20 years, my papa can speak!

In medical terms,
this is impossible. Shocking.

But what's more shocking
is what he said.

Grandpa, if we are not siblings,

then he is not my real papa either.

He is your father.

But she...

This story dates back to the night

when my daughter-in-law
went into labour.

Sir.

-Where is Karamjeet?
-He is on the way.

-I called. He will be here soon.
-Okay.

Mr. Chaupala.

I am sorry.

We couldn't save either
the mother or the child.

Both the mother and child?

I told Karamjeet
only half the truth,

that we couldn't save his wife.

But I also told him a lie,

that his daughter, Pihu, is alive.

At the same time,
in the same hospital,

someone had left their child behind.

Since then, only I

and the nurse knew this secret.

This is amazing. You stood up!

Standing six feet tall.

Do you have something to say?

Go ahead!

Allah, either you summon him

or me.

Stop this.

Grandpa,
if this flashback is confirmed

and we are not siblings,

we can get married.

There will be a wedding
in this house again.

Present son of Mr. Chaupala

weds the former daughter
of Mr. Chaupala.

But the wedding is fixed.

Come on!

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Life was already screwing with you.

We didn't have to do anything.

But life is coming back
on track for you,

so we're back to screw up
your life again.

Ladies and gentlemen,

there is a huge surprise waiting
for everyone outside.

Especially for you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

on behalf of the party workers

of Bahumulya Amar Adarsh Party,

aka BAAP,
and through the media,

I want to give a piece of
breaking news to the nation.

Breaking news, guys.

Everyone knows him.

This is Mr. Brij Kishore.

Well-known politician.
My father.

And his so-called son

is using his name
to run for the elections.

But listen carefully, friends.

He is not his son.

What?

Yes. He is don Karamjeet
Biswajeet Chaupala's

illegitimate son.

-Illegitimate son?
-So disgusting.

So, would you...

still vote for
a don's illegitimate son?

Tell us, Sahil.
What is your opinion on this?

We want an answer.

What's the matter, Sahil?
We want an answer.

We want an answer.

We want an answer.

Calm down.

What answer do you want?

They are lying.

I am not Chaupala's son.

I mean I am not just Chaupala's son.

I have not one, not two,

but five fathers.

And I am lucky
to have five fathers.

My first father,
Brij Kishore Trivedi,

just to keep the promise that
he made to his bodyguard's father,

loved an orphan
more than his own son.

He taught me
how to fulfil my promises.

My second father,
Sultan Quereshi, was his son,

who directly or indirectly

gave up his life
trying to do his duty.

I never met him.

But from him,
I learnt that duty is above all.

My third father,

Sardar Kartar Singh,

adopted an illegitimate child.

From him, I learnt

to never fear to do the right thing,

thinking about
what the world will say.

My fourth father, Anthony...

deserted his love,

thinking he cannot give his love
the biggest happiness of her life.

From him, I learnt

to never make promises
you can't keep.

And my fifth father,

Karamjeet Biswajeet Chaupala...

I didn't learn anything from him.

I mean I will now.

I have my entire life ahead of me.

But I do want to say one thing.

In these two months,

I have seen the heart of India.

In which a Sardar adopts
a Christian's illegitimate child,

a Muslim risks his life

to save that Sardar's son,

and a Hindu gives bundles of love

to an orphan just to keep
the promise he made.

And this is the truth about me

and this beautiful country.

There is no point in listening
to people like them.

One more thing.
I am forwarding you a message.

It's my wedding today,

and you are all invited.

He is right.

People like us are waiting
for a chance

to turn a spark into smoke
and smoke into fire

without knowing the truth.

Even the mirror doesn't show
your real image.

What's actually left
looks right in the mirror.

I am worried.

He has invited so many people...

Stop!

I am very sorry,

but this wedding is cancelled.

What is it now?

Look, something
is beating me inside.

You mean "eating."

But "eating" comes after six.

After six comes seven.

No, no, seven comes
before the wedding.

Before the wedding, the guests come.

Your speech to the media
touched my heart, son.

What a beautiful speech.

Shut up! Forgetful fellow!

You latecomer.

What's wrong with you?

What is eating you?

There is only one thing eating me.

You guys forgot my character.

Without knowing who her father is,

how can I let her marry my son?

Popsi, to hell with your character.

You see...
we will get married today.

-Yes.
-Stop us if you can.

Come on, Sahil.
Let's go.

No, no, no.

Look, Pihu, don't you want to know

who your father is.

-Do you want to know?
-No.

And what kind of a lover are you?

She helped you five times

to find your father.

Why can't you help her once?

And most importantly,

imagine if this girl
turns out to be

a close relative of
the Chaupala family,

she will become your sister again.

And people will call you...

Listen.

If you want to marry her,

then go find out who her father is.

♪ Trucks have horns ♪

♪ Movies have John ♪

♪ Even Go Goa has Gone ♪

♪ Kidney has stones ♪

♪ Trucks have horns
Movies have John ♪

♪ Go Goa has Gone
Kidney has stones ♪

♪ Dogs have bones ♪

♪ Sarees have chiffon ♪

♪ Karachi has a don ♪

♪ But who... who... who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

♪ Who is my pop? ♪

♪ Who is my daddy? ♪

Wasn't it you that night?

So, tell us who Pihu's pop is.