Paying Guest

Wake up!

Wake up, you lazy people! It's late.

Are all of you dead?

Wake up!

Parag! Parikshit! Bhavesh!

Wake up. It's time for my flight.

If you're dead, then say so.

We're up, man.

Let me open the door, first! You wanna crash through it?

Did you guys understand anything,

or are you just nodding your heads?

-Hello, Bhavesh. -Yes.

Yes, Mr. Kiska. You're going to India for a few days,

and as always we have to follow your instructions.

-Parag. -We will do it everyday!

Cleaning! We'll do it, Mr. Kiska.

-Parikshit. -Trust me, Mr. Kiska.

We will look after this house as our own house.

Don't you dare consider this house as your own!

You all are paying guests. Paying guests.

I am the owner. The sole owner, Kiska Miglani.

Who is the owner?

You, Mr. Kiska Miglani.

-Thank you. And my rent? -Yes, sir.

-Are you giving it now? -No, I am just a little itchy.

All of you will rot!

You'll never improve.

When I couldn't reform, how will you?

Look, I want my rent when I'm back.

You know Kiska Miglani very well.

Oh, cab driver! Why are you staring at me? Let's go.

Kiska Miglani.

We hope we get the news of your death and not of your arrival.

Hey, guys. Good Mo...

Good afternoon. How are you? And where is your boss?

Where is Ballu Singh?

Ballu Singh is here.

What is your reason for coming late today?

Sir. Sir.

Sorry, sir. I had gone to get a haircut.

You went for a hair cut at the time of work.

Sir, my hair grew while I was working, right?

Forgive me, sir. I made a mistake.

No, I made a mistake.

I employed a foolish, lazy man who is never on time.

Look at this, sir. You made a mistake. And you're firing me.

I am rectifying my mistake. Got it?

Is this the age to rectify things?

-Get lost! Otherwise, I will go mad. -You are already mad, Sir.

My business is not doing well. And you are so lazy.

The business is bound to not do well, Sir.

Look at this. You are serving ancient recipes to the customers.

For so long, I have been saying that I'll cook something new.

I will do some new experiments. But you do not agree.

-Your parents conducted an experiment too. -Is that so?

This is the result.

Sir, you're getting personal. You're insulting me.

Was I honoring you until now? Was I praising you?

Sir, give me a last chance.

It's the final warning. Okay?

Bring the clothes on time. Okay?

Clothes?

From the laundry. Why are you pulling my chain?

Do you want to strangle me?

Sir, I am a chef.

-Okay. But you're late. -Sir.

-Greetings! Namaste India. -Hello. Can I talk to Mr. Bhavesh?

Yes.

A few days ago, you gave an interview

for the post of a chef in Grand Hyatt through us.

Yes.

Congratulations, Mr. Bhavesh. You have got the job.

I got it. Wow! Thank you. Thank you so much.

In fact, you can join from tomorrow.

-From tomorrow? -Yes.

Okay. I will come. Thank you.

-Listen. -Is anybody there?

Will somebody tell me why I am going to the market?

What did you say?

I am a bad cook!

I have got a job in a seven-star hotel.

As a supervisor chef. Got it?

With my first salary, I will buy a packet of chilli powder for you.

-Do you know what you will do with it? -What?

-Apply it on your backside. -No.

I don't want you and your ordinary job. Got it?

Hello.

-Greetings! Namaste India. -Hello. Is Mr. Bhavesh there?

Yes. Hang on. Hang on.

-Now, hear it. Hear it, Mr. Ballu. -Yes. Tell me, ma'am.

Mr. Bhavesh Makhwana, I wanted to inform you that...

-Ma'am, not Makhwana. -Sisodiya.

-Verma. -Verma. Verma.

Yes, ma'am. Bhavesh Verma.

-Bhavesh Verma? -Yes.

-Aren't you Bhavesh Makhwana? -No.

Then I am sorry. Bhavesh Makhwana has got this job.

Sorry for the misunderstanding.

Miss, please understand. Please understand. Look...

This is a powerful car... only for powerful people.

Only a tough man like you can handle this steering.

This is a smooth ride only for the young generation.

I can't imagine this steering wheel in the hand of an old man.

Perfect and experienced people like you don't care for the price, sir.

Sir, don't mind. If I had been your son and not the salesman

then I would have said, "Dad, buy it for mom."

"Because like her, this car too will stay by your side all your life."

If I had been your boyfriend and not the salesman

then I would have said just one thing upon buying this car.

What will you accept? Cheque or cash?

If it's a cheque, get it enchashed.

And itf it's cash, check it thoroughly!

-Are you writing the Mughal-e-Azam? -What?

Will you take four weeks to write just four lines?

I am done.

-Read it out. -Listen.

The anchor says, "Welcome, my friends."

"We present our today's episode which is like"

"the moonlight, a trip to the stars, like the goat's skin"

"like the fairy's leg."

You will die a slow death.

Frustrated writer, you think you are very smart.

Tell me. If you had been in my place what would you have written?

Look, a poet is being introduced.

Obviously, it should begin with a poem.

For instance, "Tears are flowing

Wounds are fresh. I am healing it with the balm of words.

And to take your hearts away, today in our studio we have with us

such a personality whose words have...

He is speaking my lines. He is taking my shot.

-Shut up. Cut it. -What shut up?

He is speaking my words.

Wonderful lines! What words!

What is this?

Papers. These are the restaurant's papers.

It's written that you are giving me the permission to sell this restaurant.

-What? -Yes, my dear brother.

I will sell this restaurant and recover my share of money.

Sell the restaurant?

I should sell this restaurant? I should sell my father's dream?

I should sell it to a useless, rogue man like you?

I, too, am the son of the man you call your father.

-I have a right to this restaurant. -Right?

The people who fulfill their duties talk about rights.

What duty did you fulfill as a son?

You splurged your share of money.

Now, only this restaurant is left. It's father's last memento.

And you want to sell this too.

Listen to me carefully.

I won't even sell a single brick of this restaurant.

Who would buy a brick?

The entire restaurant will be sold.

Either while you're alive or after your death.

I give you a week's time.

If you don't sell this restaurant and give me my share

then you know my power.

-Ronnie. -Hello, Mr. Singh. How are you?

Will I get something to eat? I am very hungry.

Mr. Ballu Singh, is everything fine?

Yes, Inspector. Everything is fine.

I am his younger brother, Ronnie.

-Lonnie? -Not Lonnie. Ronnie.

Ronnie. He means to say Ronnie.

That's what I am saying. My name is Ronnie.

And, this knife?

This knife is our father's last memento.

He was a chef. He would cut onions and tomatoes with this knife.

Right, brother?

I'm leaving. I will come next week.

I don't need an explanation. I want results.

Lazy fellow. Everybody wants salary for free.

Go complete the weekly sales report.

Go. Get lost.

Why are you laughing, Mr. Trust Me? You're next.

How many times I have told you to stand straight in front of me?

I heard you were late again today.

Will you just stand over my head or will you sit too?

Thank you.

Ma'am, didn't you hear? I sold two cars today.

-I heard it. Good. -This is my work.

Flirting with female customers. Thinking that you're a film hero.

This is your full time job.

Right?

I do it for free, ma'am. I am sorry. I was...

Your cell is ringing, ma'am.

Whatever.

-I was-- -Taking advantage of the situation!

Whether you sell the car or not, you will surely entice a girl. Right?

-Ma'am, your-- -Yes, this is my office.

This is the final warning.

Ma'am, your...

-You! -But, ma'am...

Okay. That's enough! I can't take it anymore.

I quit!

I can't work with an insolent and arrogant girl like you.

-How dare you! -You are sick. You are mad. You're crack!

Ma'am, life is like an echo sound.

When you ask a question, you get your answer.

So, please rise above this hatred.

And give your life a chance to breathe. Please, just relax.