Save the Tigers

Hmm?

Huh?

Hey!

Uncle, can I hold this?

-(boy) Don't be scared, Quincy. -No, baby. No, baby.

Hey, mister! My Quincy is scared of your calf.

Don't call it a calf. It's my pet.

Fine. But do you think this community will accept cattle as pets?

Come on now, mister.

Can only dogs and cats be raised as pets?

What is it, Rahul? What's all this fuss about?

-What is this? -Can't you see? I'm raising a calf.

Why are you raising a calf?

Actually, I've also ordered a donkey and a pig.

They will be delivered tomorrow. Till then, let's play with this one.

-How do you play with a calf though? -Hello, dear. Say hi to our president.

-Do you know its name? -What is it?

-I won't say. -Oh, wow.

What is it, dear? Are you hungry?

Oh! There are lots of exotic plants in front of Auntie Laboni's house.

Eat those. Come, let's go.

-Hey! Hey! My ball. -Hey!

-What is with this guy? -Hmm! If that thing eats my plants,

-I'll break you. -What part?

Hyma, are you bringing the tea?

Good morning, sir.

-(Prasad) Think he's going for a bath. -(comedic music)

Why are you here so early this morning?

-Madam called me. -Today is an auspicious day.

So, I called him to give him the advance.

-Thank you. -(Hyma chuckles)

There's still time left for that, right?

Madam, your luck is quite good.

The east-side flat you wanted is available.

If you don't pay the advance amount, that flat will go to someone else.

Is our house a bank?

Where should I get so much money this early in the morning?

It's not that, dear. Didn't I ask you to withdraw some money yesterday?

The bank was closed, dear.

Yesterday, all banks were open, sir.

Even I deposited my money.

I heard that our bank manager's grandpa died.

Why would they close the bank if the manager's grandpa died, sir?

-(Hyma) Hmm! -Because he died in the bank.

Oh, that makes sense.

You can also pay online, sir.

I won't do it. There are lots of scams happening in these online apps.

-Madam... -Yes?

We also accept cheques.

What a pain. (loudly) I lost the chequebook. I can't find it anywhere.

How can it be lost? It must be at home. Please find it.

Yes, find it, sir. Please go ahead. I'll be waiting.

Fucking thief.

Did you give me the tea from your milk, sir?

-Huh? -I mean from your buffalo's milk.

Right. Pour another cup for sir.

He has such respect for me.

Why the hell is this guy giving me trauma in the morning?

My money is with Saaranga.

If my wife gets to know that there is no money in my account,

she'll pluck my soul out of my body.

I have to fucking do something.

So, did you find it?

Ah... I don't know where I kept it. I can't find it.

Okay, this is not working. The banks will be open today, right?

Get the money from there directly.

It's just 8:00 a.m. Not a single bank will be open.

It's a huge amount, sir. So, it's best you go there early and stand in line.

What are you doing in my bedroom, huh? Get out!

It's my responsibility to make your dreams come true, sir.

-I'll kick your... Get out. Get out. -Sure, sir.

-I guess he got upset. -Hey, why are you shouting at him?

Do you really have the money, or did you spend it all?

Yes, I don't have anything better to do than to enjoy your money.

Oh, such a gentleman! If you had that sense, you could've given it to me.

-Yes, yes. I'll give it to you. -There's no end to your chauvinism!

Sir?

You little shit!

Hey, Harika. So early today, huh?

Harika?

Harika, are you all right?

Harika... What happened?

He said that he would respect my ambitions,

and chased me around till we fell in love.

After we got to know about each other completely,

we accepted each other and got married.

And now he's complaining that I'm not spending enough time with my family.

You could've understood his situation, right?

I have the same amount of work pressure as he does.

He always tells me to understand his problems, but...

he has never asked about what problems I'm dealing with.

Uh, if you guys talk it out, it'll solve all your problems, right?

When we both don't even have time to do that,

what can we do about it, Vikram?

If I ask him, he says, "I'm busy. I'll call you later."

He doesn't love me the way he used to before our marriage.

Vikram...

C-Can I lean on your shoulder?

I feel like crying.

-(music fades) -(door clicks)

Come here, dear. Eat this.

-Eat this money plant. If you eat it, -Hmm? What's that jingling?

-I might turn rich. Yes, keep going. -Huh? Hey!

What the hell is happening?

Oh, stop! (whines) Your calf is eating my plants!

-Will it eat biryani instead? -Stop!

Hello! Don't hit it! It's my pet.

-So? That's my precious plants. -It only eats plants, madam.

-Not biryani. Come on. -(whining)

Stupid. Idiot!

Mr. Kumar! (echoes)

-(burbling) -(Hindustani music playing)

The springtime of lovers Has come

That this dustbowl May become a garden

The proclamation of heaven has come

That the bird of the soul May rise in flight

-Beautiful. -Hmm.

-Rumi. Isn't it? -That's right.

-As beautiful as you. -Thank you.

-Truly, you're looking lovely today. -(chuckles)

-Huh? -Huh? Oh, Rekha. Come, sit.

I've told you about Mehta Uncle, right? That's him.

-Oh, yes. -And you know my daughter, right?

Yeah, of course. How can I forget her?

I thought Mehta Uncle would be some other guy.

Uncle and Aunty used to come to our house parties, right?

Exactly. See, I told you. She remembers everything.

-Oh, baby! Very nice. -(mother giggles)

Mr. Mehta is the most prolific poet in our literary circle.

Oh! Nice.

And poets are very sensitive, which he is.

-The quality I like most about him. -Hmm.

Of course, among his many other qualities.

-Oh! You're so, so sweet, my dear. -(music elevates)

Hey, how are you feeling now? You okay?

-Yeah. -Mm-hmm.

Should I order some coffee for you?

There are so many different...

-Okay. -Cool.

...writing with their style, expressing their own thoughts...

That is it.

Yeah.

Hey, one minute.

-Rekha? What are you doing here? -(Rekha) Vikram?

What are you doing here?

Our client meeting was delayed, so we came here for some coffee.

-And, I heard you guys talking-- -Anyways, meet Mehta Uncle.

Uh, hi.

Oh! The lover boy?

-Hmm. -Oh! Congratulations, Mr. Mehta.

Not Mr. Mehta, dear.

-Mom, do you need to date him? -Hmm.

-Why? -You should call me Papa,

now that we're family.

Papa?

-(grimaces) -(playful music)

Aww. Welcome home, Papa.

-Aww. -Aww.

Oh, that's it, dear.

If your poetry is at a certain level now, once Mumma enters your life,

your poetry will reach the next level.

-Mmm. -Uhh.

One minute.

-Huh? -(music turns solemn)

-Meeting. -One minute, please.

-Uh, who's she? -She's my business partner, Harika.

I'll have to leave. I'm sorry.

-Beta. -Huh?

-(snickers foolishly) -Aww! Pleasure meeting you, Papa.

Pleasure is mine, beta.

Mumma, bye.

Hmm.

-Who are they? -That's my wife, her mother,

and my would-be father-in-law.

-I'll go say hi to your wife. -That's all right.

They're in an important meeting.

Mmm, pretty lady, isn't she?

-Shall we? We're getting late. -Okay.

Make it quick, bhaiya.

Why did he cut the call?

Hello.

-Sir, it's me, Prasad. -Which Prasad?

It's me, sir. Real estate Prasad.