The World of Indubala (ইন্দুবালা ভাতের হোটেল)

There it is.

Here's the oil.

Won't this be enough?

Won't it?

Won't it be enough to make mango pickle oil?

Give it to me.

THE WORLD OF INDUBALA

Where do you think you're going? Wait there.

Don't come inside.

Dhona, come here.

Unbelievable!

-Hey! -Nonsense!

Why have you come now?

Couldn't you have come during lunch? The food is over.

What are you waiting for?

There's no more food. Go away.

Nothing is left.

What's the matter, Dhona?

Look at this, ma'am.

Check if anything's left in the kitchen.

Huh! Treat her like a queen now!

This is why they take advantage.

Go on. Indulge her.

Where do you live?

In heaven.

Why do you come through the back door?

Use the main door from tomorrow.

Yeah, indulge her!

Why don't you tell her to eat with the other customers from now on?

Hey there.

Give me your plate.

Come on.

You need a bath.

I can take a bath if you get me water from the well.

Gosh!

Then she'll ask for soap.

-And scrub-- -Enough!

Eat your fill.

Where's the soap?

Give it to me.

Why don't you keep it here?

No soap when you need it.

Dad, I want to use soap too.

It's not for kids.

Use this instead.

Here.

What's this?

There's nothing left of the soap.

I just bought it.

Did you all use it up?

The next time I buy a soap, I'll keep it under lock and key.

Have any idea how many bronze utensils we're left with?

You think we used them up too?

Huh!

Don't have to eat on bronze plates.

Humph! Think you're a queen?

I'm not doing charity here.

-Hey! Get on with it! -Yes!

My mother!

Why did you leave me?

Please give me some rice.

-Dhona. -Yes?

Give her some more rice.

Be right there.

Looks like she's been starving for ages.

-Glutton-- -Dhona!

She only wanted some rice.

Give her some more.

Eat up.

Eat.

Mom!

"Murgir moa", chicken balls?

It's "murkir moa", sweet puffed rice balls.

Stop, stop.

Mom, I'll not read this poem anymore.

It's making me hungry.

Give me dinner instead.

I'll cook your favourite dishes tomorrow.

Fried bhetki fish.

Sweet puffed rice balls.

-"Jalebi". -No.

Only mango pickle oil will do.

Okay.

Read the rest.

-I'll get your dinner ready. -Okay.

Read it. Come on.

Mango pickle oil...

-Fresh mango pickle oil... -Do I look like mango pickle oil?

Have your dinner.

No, we're playing. I'm mango pickle oil.

Hey, do you want mango pickle oil?

-I've got mango pickle oil-- -No one wants it.

Look what I've got you.

Fried bhetki fish.

Crab eggs.

And puffed rice sweets.

Tell me something.

When do you eat? Never seen you eat.

Do you eat after we go to bed?

Yes, dear.

I eat a lot.

Don't want you to laugh at me.

So, I have dinner after you go to bed.

What about Dad?

Doesn't he have dinner?

Of course, he does.

He has dinner at work.

Everyone's dad comes home after work.

What does our dad do?

Your dad is a watchman.

When everyone goes to sleep, your dad stops bad guys.

Indubala...

-Get up! -I'm feeling hot.

Very hot...

Here...

Take it away.

Mom, dad brought mustard oil.

Yay! Make some mango pickle oil.

-You're Ratanlal Mallick's son! -What are you doing?

-And you can't tell booze from oil? -Let go!

-Idiot! -Don't beat him!

Never seen a bottle of booze?

-You're Ratanlal Mallick's son... -Let him go!

I'll kill you!

-Stop it! -Let me go!

You call yourself a man? Don't you have any shame?

Do you have any shame?

You can't even satisfy your husband.

Frigid b***h!

Get lost, b***h!

Hey! Hey...

Stop!

Stop right there!

Open the door, you bastard!

This is Ratanlal Mallick's house.

I'll kick all of you out.

Open the door!

Come on...

This is my house!

You lied to us.

-Dad is a bad guy. -(indistinct yelling)

Everyone's dad is good. Our dad is bad.

My dad is horrible.

You always lie to us. Always...

Open up!

Open the door, b***h!

I died.

So did you.

We could never meet her again.

She loved mango pickle oil.

Should I send her some?

Watcha sayin', Mom? How's that possible?

If I send it down River Kopotakkho she'll surely get it.

Here ya go.

Drop it in the river and let it float.

Hey, what are you doing?

-You'll fall. -No, I won't.

Should I tell Mom?

She's the one who told me her granny sent her mango pickle oil.

-You think it will reach our well? -Yes, it will.

The jar will come floating along the river.

And it will end up in our well.

Ma'am...

How will you hear the phone if you keep it inside?

-Oh. -Here you go.

Tell me.

You finally answered the call.

I was busy, dear.

As if we're not.

Did you call to taunt me?

How can I taunt you?

Only you have the right to do that, isn't it?

Forget about elder brother.

I live in the same city.

You never ask me to come home.

We're the ones who always call you and come over.