03x03 - Ghar Ya Eent-Patthar?

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Hey! Go! Go.

Hey! Whoa!

Move.

Hey! Come on. Move.

Move.

What do you say? Move it.

'Panchayat'

Kids. Run away from there.

Run or I'll come after you at once.

I'll slap you so hard that you'll spin.
Get down at once.

You can't be bothered to go
to school and study.

Wasting your time here, daily.
Get going.

I'll slap you now. Get lost.

-Khusbu.
-Yes?

Bring some bread for Uncle Prahlad.

-Go on.
-Bring it.

No, dear.

-Have some more, uncle.
-No.

I don't want to eat. I'm done.

-Do you want some?
-No.

Here you go.

-Uncle Prahlad.
-What?

The cheque has been lying
at home for so long.

The government gave it to you.

Can you deposit it in the bank?

It's okay. I'll do it.

It's a cheque for 5 million, uncle.

I feel nervous about keeping it at home.

-So...
-Okay, fine.

Nothing will happen.

Let's go.

-Vikas, see you then.
-What?

Let's go to the office then.

No. I'm going to rest for some time.

-Khushbu?
-What?

Look at me.

Why is it bothering you
to keep that cheque at home?

Did the government give the money
to use or sit on the cheque?

Why are you concerned about his funds?

It's not as if I'm asking for it.

I just asked him to deposit
it in the bank.

You are getting angry at me
for no reason.

-I'm never going to say anything ever...
-Do whatever you want.

-Listen.
-Darn this.

-Sir.
-Yes?

I don't insist that you should
get married.

But you must make a considered
decision when you do.

Okay.

Let the birth charts be damned
but the couple must be on

the same page mentally.

If you aren't mentally compatible,

your marriage turns into
Dante's seventh circle of hell.

All well at home?

Yes, all is well at home.

Khusbu is a great girl.

I just wanted to share
a thought that wafted by.

Stick the list for the 'Prime Minister
Garib Awas Yojana' outside.

-It's there.
-Okay.

I can't see anything. Make it brighter.

Wait.

-Hariya, Anil.
-Yes.

-Sajjan. Mahesh. Hazari.
-Yes.

No. You guys aren't on this list.

What?

Can you check again, Bhushan?

Listen, your names are not on the list.

It's only got 12 names on the list.

The others have to wait
it out for the next list.

Would you look at that?

Don't look so glum.

When I am in power,

you won't have to wait so long
for a house.

Brother.

Butkun, get three cups of tea.

Wait a minute.

What's the matter?

West? West.

East. West.

-Now, East.
-What is it, Bhushan?

What the hell.
This is a next-level fraud.

Fraud? What is it about, Bhushan?



scheme have been
offered to Phulera West.

-That's where the village Chief lives.
-Okay.

Phulera East, that's our pin code,
gets only 4 spots.

Would you look at that? Why would
they discriminate like that?

That's the PM's reign at work for you.

-And what about the 12th one?
-What?

-7 to the West, 4 to the East.
-Yes.

-7 plus 4 makes?
-11.

-Who gets the 12th spot?
-Oh. Right, wait.

'Damayanti Devi'

Jagmohan's mother is on the list.

She doesn't live in
the West or the East.

Okay. I can give her
the benefit of the doubt.

Poor old lady was tossed out of her
home after a tiff with Jagmohan.

What? Tiff, you say?

I saw Jagmohan's wife
the day before in the evening.

-She was carrying food to the cottage.
-What are you saying?

It's true.

-I saw that too.
-Yes.

-What did you see?
-She carries food for her.

What?

What kind of tiff is this now?

Where's Mr. Secretary?

He's inside, obviously.

Stop it. He's the peon. Don't ask him.

-Mr. Secretary.
-Mr. Secretary.

Mr. Secretary. Why is Jagmohan's grandma

on the list of
'Prime Minister Garib Awas Yojana'?

Whereas, she has a house
made of bricks and mortar.

Mr. Bhushan, it was verified.

Jagmohan threw her out
and she lives in a hut.

So, she was put on the list.

-If she was tossed out of the house, why
was Jagmohan's wife feeding her? -Yes.

-I saw it.
-I told you.

I don't know about all this.

If you are so concerned,
you can go and see for yourself.

We will certainly find out.

Vinod, Madhav, let's go.

-Let's go.
-Such autocracy, I tell you.

-I swear, it's not right.
-Yes.

sh*t. I knew the crap would
hit the ceiling.

Nobody wants to wrap
their heads around this.

What now, sir?

Get me Jagmohan's details. Call him.

Call him at once.
This guy will land up there.

Here you go.

I will tell him and Rambha
to put on a bit more of a show.

-Why are you hassling us?
-Wait.

-Get off the bike.
-Get off.

-You have squashed me.
-Let's go.

You have not been squashed, have you?

-I won't put up with this now.
Get going. -Wait.

-Get out. Get out at once.
-What are you doing? Let me go.

Since you love the old lady
so much, live with her in the hut.

You can go and serve her
to your heart's content. Go!

What are you saying?
You know she is sick.

Who will take care of her
if we don't look after her?

I don't care. She can get
sick for all I care.

How can you say that?
She can't live alone in a hut.

You can go join her.
Why are you still here?

Jagmohan, what's going on?

What is it? Why are you guys here?

Are we performing for you here?

Get a move on. Go back home.

-Hey, you!
-What language is that?

He's a mean one.

Brother, they are fighting for real.

Should we check on grandma?

Let's go. Let's check on grandma.

Are you okay, grandma?

I can't begin to tell you.

I am feeling very bad.

Bhushan. Check her temperature.

Nothing.

Is it heartburn, mother?

-No.
-What's bothering you then?

Just feeling terribly miserable.

Mother, should we call the compounder?

No. What can he do?

The one who should look at me
can't be bothered to glance at me.

Why should the compounder look at me?

My dear husband,
I need you to summon me.

Poor thing.

Bhushan, you must cut her some slack.

Mother needs a house more than I do.

Yes, Bhushan, forget about it.

It's okay, mother.

Jagmohan may not be here for you.
No big deal.

I am with you to support you as a son.

Son of Phulera.

I will fetch the compounder.

No, please.

While I am around, no one in
the village can be miserable.

Let's go, Bhushan. Let's call him.
Come on.

-Let's go.
-Let's call the compounder.

We'll bring back the compounder.

So what if he fetches the compounder?
Let him. It can't change anything.

We have to tell the compounder
what's going on.

You don't have to tell him anything.

She just has to repeat she is miserable.

He may give her a few pills for
flatulence. What else can he do?

Sir, you're saying the strangest things.

Mother doesn't have flatulence.
How can I give her medicine for it?

Oh dear God.
She will die, Mr. Secretary.

A pill for flatulence
can't do a darn thing.

It's not as if she must
take the pill before him.

Take it and stash it.

Don't you get that?

Use your mind. If you get caught
in this fraud, you will suffer too.

We aren't concerned in any way, okay?

It starts with a lie being
covered up with another lie.

And the next lie is spoken
to cover the previous one.

Why did you get Mr. Secretary
into this mess?

You better figure this out.

No, it's all being managed.

Grandma is an expert actor
and she can handle it.

No, son. I just feel miserable inside.

But, mother, you must have
some symptoms.

Is your stomach bothering you?
Does it hurt?

Do you have a fever? Is it a feverish
suppressed kind of feeling?

I just feel miserable within.

Look up.

It could be gas.

Okay, then. Give her medicines for it.

-Gas causes burping and acidity.
-Yes.

It's quite disorienting
when that happens.

Gas is pretty bad.

-No, child. I will take the pills later.
-Come on.

-I have taken it out of the packet.
-No, put it back.

-It'll get spoilt. Take it.
-No! I can't.

-Take it. -Take it or it will get
messed up. Hold this.

-Go on, take it.
-Yes.

Get her some water.

Drink some water.

I have given her medicine
for flatulence.

Forget about it, compounder.
No point in telling him.

Greetings, brother.

I wouldn't wish such offspring
on my enemies.

Jagmohan, you can't mistreat
the old members of the family.

Once Shravan Kumar
set an example as a son.

And this right here is Besharam Kumar,
absolutely shameless.

This man has shamed his family. Huh.

Hello?

Mr. Secretary. Mother is really sick.

She is burning up with a fever, sir.

She isn't speaking.

I don't know what
happened, Mr. Secretary.

-Calm down, Jagmohan.
-I can't speak calmly.

I don't know what is the matter.

I think I must take her to
the doctor in Paikauli Bazaar.

No, please consult the compounder once.

No. His darn medicine created
the issue in the first place.

Mr. Secretary, just
arrange for a vehicle.

Okay, fine. I'll arrange for a vehicle.

-I'll be there.
Hold the fort until I come. -Sure.

Who is it?

Huh? Mr. Secretary.

Can we arrange for a car?

A car?

-Ram Vilas.
-Who is it?

It's me, Prahlad.

Oh. Mr. Secretary.

Where's the truck?

It's parked near the temple.

What is it?

It's an emergency.
We must go to Paikauli Bazaar.

Paikauli Bazaar?

Can you take us there?

I could have taken you there.

But I am a bit drunk.

-How much?
-Half a bottle.

Mr. Secretary, I'll drive.
Give me the keys.

How drunk are you?

A pitcher.

This way, where... That way.

-Why are you going there?
-This road is...

-The road is busted.
-I am holding it right.

-Why are you going that way?
-Don't you maintain it?

The gears are sticking.

Brother! Greetings!

Brother, right here. Get down.

-Get down. Help us, brother.
-How do I switch that off?

-The red thingy.
-Come soon!

-Come on. Get her in.
-Brother.

-Wait, please.
-Mother, I'm here.

Nothing will happen. Come here.

-Hold her. You drive.
-Mother, you'll be okay.

Get in there.

Here's a mug, sheet and two bananas.
Do you need anything else?

-No, take care.
-I will take care. Don't worry.

Let's go.

I will get her back, okay?

-Yes, take her away.
-Come on.

Brother, please hurry.

-Yes.
-I can't get this started.

-Brother, let's go.
-Yes.

Brother, my mother's mouth is parched.

It's nothing. Probably a reaction
to the medicines.

She is on a drip.
She will be okay by tomorrow.

Be brave.
Don't be scared. It will be okay.

Mr. Secretary.

How much do I have to pay
for the night stay?

Forget it. I'll handle that.

No, Prahlad.
You have helped me a lot anyway.

It's not a problem.

The government gave me 5 million rupees.

Got to spend it somewhere.

-Brother.
-Come here.

Let's go.

-Walk slowly.
-Let me go.

I will go to my own house.

Mother.

'Martyr, Rahul Pandey'

Prahlad.

-Brother.
-Yes?

Wait.

What's up, Jagmohan?

Brother, I'm thinking

I should reject the spot for
'Prime Minister Garib Awas Yojana'.

Why? What is it?

Actually,

even if we have the house, we will have

to stay away from mother for life.

Oh man.

You should have
thought about all this before.

I explained, brother.

But she doesn't listen to me.

She forced me to do this, brother.

Now, you must do something, Prahlad.

Convince my mother, brother.

You must speak to her.

Take it easy.

We're not going anywhere.
Let's just go in there.

Okay. Come on.

-Where are we going?
-Let's go. Come with me.

Stop here.

-Son. Why did you bring me here?
-What?

I just wanted to show you

how it feels to be in an empty house.
It's like this.

It's the most crippling pain.

Totally unendurable.

I can't help it. It's a different story.

But you have a family of your own.

You have got a whole family.

Why would you give it all up
and take on this? Why?

I was thinking

I could have a house

and give it to Jagmohan before I die.

I could do something for him as I die.

What do you get in return, mother?

You must live your life without
your family for the rest of your life.

Are you ready to do that? Huh?

You shouldn't buy bricks and stones
by giving away gold, mother.

Tell me.

Mother, where are you going?
Let me drop you.

Mother, what are you doing?

-Get lost.
-Let me do this. No!

Here, take your stick.

What are you doing? Let me take this.
Let me clean this.

Clean that nook.

It's pointless. The dust will settle
in no time at all.

Son, you can clean it up again.

-Here. You've left a spot.
-Okay.

You've been lazing around and got fat.

Do it.

I will ask Savarki to cook
your favourite dish today.

-Will you eat it, mother?
-Yes.

-I will surely eat it.
-Okay.

It feels like I've been
out on a pilgrimage.

Mr. Secretary.

At least you guys did one thing right.

You ended the feud.

So, Mr. Secretary.

Who will live in the house
mother was going to get?

Mr. Secretary, give it to me.

-I really need it.
-Why can't I get it, Madhav?

Vinod, I am poorer than you are.

Hello. I am poorer than you, okay?

Hello. The Chief
gets to decide all that.

Are you guys going to
figure it out right here?

Let's go.

-My goat...
-Shut up.

Why did you guys start quarrelling
with each other?

-It's time to be united.
-Time to be united.

Anyone who gets the house

must be a resident of East Phulera.

If another house
is given to Western Phulera,

-it will unleash holy hell.
-Unleash holy hell.

We will unleash it, brother.